Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

Looking at Su Ming's leaving back, Zhongli's eyes flickered, and he sighed slightly after a while.

The blonde girl had already given up the idea of ​​following Su Ming to sneak across to Xumi, and sat aside sullenly.

After a long silence, Ying raised her head slightly and looked at Zhongli, "So Su Huan is very powerful?"

Zhongli shook his head and bit the snack slowly, "A child who is too strong and easily broken."

"Too hard to break..." Ying muttered, and then asked in confusion, "But...but..."

"Su Ming's parents are so powerful, and their status in the Fatui is not low." Paimon blinked and took over the conversation, "Su Huan is your disciple, so he must be strong. How could he be because of Lord Maocai..."

With the wealth accumulated by the Su family's parents when they were undercover in Liyue, Su Huan and the current Xingqiu are not much different in strength. How could they die because of a businessman's scheme?

"The roots of any tree on the continent of Teyvat are buried underground, which is unimaginable." Zhongli sighed slightly and looked up at the moon hanging in the sky. "His death is regrettable, but now it seems that the result is good."

Ying's forehead was full of question marks, and she couldn't help but speak, "But you have been hiding a lot of things from Su Ming. Are you treating him as a substitute for Su Huan? This is unfair to Su Ming."

Even if they are all adventers, they should not casually treat others as substitutes, or as substitutes without the knowledge of the person concerned.

Hearing this, Zhongli raised an eyebrow and looked at the blonde girl in front of him.

After a while, he chuckled and shook his head helplessly, "So you went to see the new movie written by Su Ming?"

fluorescent:? ? ?

fluorescent:! ! !

Ying covered her mouth and shook her head repeatedly, refusing to admit it, "I... I didn't..."

Why do all the people involved in this matter say this when they hear her question?

Although she admitted that it was indeed cliché, but... it made sense!

"Su Ming is Su Ming." Zhongli stood up, carrying his lunch box and preparing to continue working overtime, and said in a deep voice: "He is just himself."

Ying touched his head blankly, watched Zhongli walk to the door of the Wangsheng Hall, rubbed his forehead helplessly, then walked in expressionlessly to work overtime.

"He..." Ying blinked and turned to look at Paimeng. "I heard from Su Ming, Xingqiu, and Zhongli. Su Ming even heard less than me, but why don't I know what they are talking about?"

I was totally confused and doubted my own IQ.

If this continues, she will hang herself on a tree to lure her brother out so she can borrow his brain.

Just use it for a while...

"It's normal..." Paimeng had long been accustomed to not using her brain. She silently took out the lotus cake she had just stolen from the food box and took a bite. She puffed her cheeks and chewed it into pieces before swallowing it. "Zhongli has been fighting for thousands of years and has been in power. Su Ming went from being a hapless second-generation official to an executive who surpassed his parents. Xingqiu, a second-generation rich man, has been in the underworld for many years and has never been cheated."

"Their brains will definitely be useful." Paimon touched his belly and blinked, "This matter is Su Ming's family affair. We just need to stand on Su Ming's side and believe in him."

Hearing this, the blonde girl nodded blankly and looked at the Hall of Rebirth again.

Maybe he takes too many commissions, so he has to do things like delivering food by himself.

Now I have encountered a big thing and I can’t help, so I feel a little disappointed.

"Okay, stop thinking about it, let's go have a midnight snack!" Paimeng shook Ying and blinked, "How about taking Kavi to Tianheng Mountain for barbecue? The farmhouse in Tianheng Mountain is now open!"

Hearing this, Ying nodded silently, turned and left.

……

Sumeru.

God-making workshop.

Four people of different heights and hair colors sat together with a hot pot stove in the middle.

It was a rare sight to see four executives show up at the same time, all they wanted was a simple meal.

"Xumeru is your hometown?" The soldier scooped up a piece of meat and swung it in the red soup, curling his lips and sneering, "Have you been gone for three days?"

Even if you can teleport, this isn't the way to do it!

"Don't talk too much while eating." Su Ming rolled his eyes and flicked the meat slices on his chopsticks in disgust. "Be careful or I'll make you roll on the ground!"

While eating hotpot, one bad luck could cause a small piece of Jueyun pepper to slip into your trachea.

"Oh, you?" The disdain on the soldier's face was not concealed at all. "So what are you doing here?"

On the other side, the doctor who was eating silently put down his cutlery and looked up. "The experiment is 50% complete. Please consider it."

If he was unlucky enough to have the God-making Workshop collapse at this time, he would immediately pull Adonis and explode himself.

If he doesn't have a good life, Adonis might as well not have a good life!

"Hey, hey..." Tartaglia sighed helplessly, holding the bowl in one hand waiting for kind-hearted people who could use chopsticks to feed him, supporting his chin with the other hand, and said lazily: "Can you finish this meal properly..."

Question: What should you do when your good friend is beaten up by a group of people?

Should I join the gang fight or just lie on the ground and get beaten together?

Su Ming picked up the colander and shook it with a clang. A large amount of meat and meatballs mixed together fell directly into Tartaglia's bowl. "I want to meet the little lucky grass king."

As soon as the words fell, the doctor sitting opposite raised his eyes, "Little Lucky Grass King?"

"Well, if there are things I can't figure out, I can ask her about them, but..." Su Ming frowned, "I feel like she can't help me solve this problem right now..."

Hearing this, a dark light flashed in Dotore's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Adonis, are you trying to steal my mission?"

"You think too much." Su Ming didn't even raise his head, ignoring the blisters on the tip of his tongue and biting a meatball directly, "I want to take care of housework, not work overtime."

"Heh..." Sanbing rolled his eyes in disdain and snorted, "It seems that you still haven't changed your habit of finding daughters everywhere."

Go and call your daughter, will the little grass god agree?

The little grass god can just jump up and kick Su Ming’s knee to pieces!

"What? Can't I travel the world?" Su Ming didn't stop eating. He was digging for himself while feeding the duck next to him. "I don't know if I can have a daughter, but I know that the little grass god has a son."

Laughing at him?

If he wasn't afraid of being torn apart, he would have packed up the scattered soldiers, put them in a pink gift box and sent it to Nashida!

"Son of God?" Dotore thought for a moment, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Adonis was crazy or serious.

But if there really is such a person...

Dotole wiped the corners of his lips and chuckled, "The Son of God is a rare research subject..."

My hands itch and I want to cut them.

Su Ming raised his eyes and glanced at the doctor. "Little Grass God is just a 500-year-old child. What can she do? You are committing a crime, do you understand?!"

PhD:……

The doctor narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Ming dangerously.

Was it he who brought it up?

How can someone be so shameless?!

Blatant blame! Blatant blame!