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

The next morning, Keqing and others gathered on Yujing Terrace.

Su Ming was standing under a tree, with Nashida sitting on his shoulder, holding her hair obediently.

On the side, Tartaglia was carrying Tok, his orange-red hair was about to be made into a bird's nest.

"Tok..." Tartaglia sighed helplessly, but there was a doting smile in his eyes, "I know this is fun, but you're going to make my brother bald..."

Hearing this, Tok looked down at Tartaglia and loosened his hand slightly, "Okay."

Tok looked at the two orange hairs on his palm and quietly wiped them with his hand behind his back.

I heard that all the people in the toy factory are bald, then...

"You guys really dote on your younger siblings..." Ying looked at Paimon, who was holding her hair and couldn't fly high, and narrowed her eyes speechlessly, "But it doesn't matter, I'm your younger sister."

"Let your brother accept your friend request first before you say this..." Su Ming glanced at Ying and looked at the boulder in front of him, "When will it crack? If it doesn't crack, I will crack."

"It's almost there, I feel the gap is getting bigger." Ying tilted her head, looking serious, "You'd better not crack it. If you crack it, I'm afraid someone will scold me for spilling wine everywhere."

Su Ming: ...

"I don't really like drinking..." Su Ming tried to save face, "I'm not a drunkard..."

He is not like Mond the alcoholic. He just likes it, not addicted.

Hearing this, Ying shrugged, "Yeah, the difference between you and Wendy is that one can't get drunk and the other can drink."

There is a difference, but it is very small, there is no need to round it off, just ignore it.

Ying pursed her lips and continued to look at the stone statue in front of her.

It doesn't matter. Alcohol is for people who look like adults, not fake adults like her.

Soon, Xiangling came over with the rice crust.

She glanced at the child who was lifted up, then looked down at the rice crust.

The rice crust was heavy, she could lift it, but there was no need.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang and the rubble collapsed.

The people who were chatting were startled and turned their heads silently.

“This… what is this?” Keqing’s face was full of disbelief as she stared in shock at the stone statue which had revealed its original appearance.

"Guoba?" Xiangling quickly came back to her senses, "Why is it you?"

Did her rice crust spit too much fire during the cooking competition and infected the stone statue?

Rice crust:?

Guoba bit his finger with an innocent expression, looking at the stone statue in confusion.

"It looks like you guys have already had the spicy meat steamed bread."

An elderly but kind voice came from behind the crowd, and Grandma Ping walked over slowly with her hands behind her back.

She walked forward like any old person, and when she passed by Su Ming, she slapped Su Ming's hand without any hesitation.

Su Ming: ...

Okay, he took the blame for teasing Ping'er.

"Grandma Ping, this stone statue looks like rice crust!" Paimeng exclaimed, clenching his fists and raising them on both sides of his cheeks.

That’s the statue of the Kitchen God!

Hearing this, Grandma Ping narrowed her eyes, chuckled and said, "Yes, after all, Guoba is the one you are looking for, the Devil of the Stove."

The voice is soft, bearing the traces of time.

There was no trace of the beating that had just occurred in the kind voice.

Ying silently glanced at Su Ming's already red hands and pursed her lips.

So how did Su Ming offend Grandma Ping in the past?

"Demon God? Guoba?"

Everyone exclaimed and turned to stare in shock at Guoba, who was humming with his head tilted.

"The demon god Marcosius?" Nashida pulled Su Ming's hair and lowered her head slightly. "Is it him?"

"Yes." Su Ming glanced at Guoba's innocent face and nodded.

There was a flash of realization in Nashida's eyes, and her curious gaze fell on Guoba.

Since leaving Xumi, she has not only met people, but also met several gods. It's quite interesting.

"Wishes and hard work are different things..." Grandma Ping sighed and told the story of the Kitchen God.

Su Ming looked at Grandma Ping and silently took two steps back.

"Don't you want to listen?" Nashida lowered her head and looked at Su Ming seriously, "Or do you want to go to the World Tree to see all the records?"

"I've heard it." Su Ming blinked, found a small stool and sat down, holding Nashida on his lap again, "I've heard it several times."

After all, he had read the plot and even asked Grandma Ping to listen to it. If it wasn’t for the story, Su Ming would never have been beaten up for several years just because of a brain injury...

Nashida looked at Su Ming's expression carefully and leaned on his shoulder, "I suddenly feel that you want to steal this statue..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Grandma Ping slapped Su Ming on the head.

Su Ming:……?

Su Ming was stunned for a moment and raised his head.

He wasn't the one who said he stole the statue, so why are you beating him?

It was also very convenient for him to run away while holding his sister!

"Respect the elderly and love the young." Grandma Ping glanced at the stool under Su Ming's butt.

Su Ming pulled out another stool and placed it in front of him. "I feel really embarrassed when you hit me like this."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Grandma Ping couldn't tell everyone that Su Ming had betrayed the Emperor and joined Zhidong. She could only purse her lips and sit down in frustration.

It’s so bad. Why did the Emperor choose such a bad disciple? Doesn’t he feel that he hasn’t worried enough since the war with demons?

Are you afraid that you haven't worn yourself out enough?

Grandma Ping sat down gloomily and sighed softly, "Now, I just miss my old friend."

She looked at Guoba, who looked confused, and her eyes fell on the majestic statue of the Kitchen God behind Guoba. "My old friend, Liyue is still prosperous now. Are you happy?"

There was so much disappointment in Grandma Ping's voice that for a moment no one knew what to say.

Guoba tilted his head and hummed a tuneless song, with no trace of the spirit of a demon god in his eyes.

Grandma Ping smiled gently and patted Su Ming's hand.

Su Ming shuddered and looked at the palm print on the back of his hand.

Public revenge for private revenge!

This is a personal revenge, right?

“Do you remember the poem I mentioned before?” Grandma Ping narrowed her eyes, her gaze jumped from the statue of the Kitchen God, and she looked at the sky of Liyue Harbor and recalled the past.

Su Ming thought about the poem at the end of the PV and shook his head decisively, "You know, I can only remember things that are not very serious."

Grandma Ping's face was filled with disappointment, and she looked at Su Ming speechlessly, "You are so disappointing..."

Su Ming spread his hands.

What's wrong with not being competitive? You can still gain a lot of emotional points by not being competitive.

Su Ming took a look at Grandma Ping's emotional value and patted Nashida's head with satisfaction.

"Wind and rain still bless, mountains and seas rejoice together, this is the blessing of heaven and earth."

Grandma Ping shook her head and murmured softly, "The stars have moved and the world has changed, but the fireworks on earth remain the same."

"My fame and honor are with me, and I will live forever. I will never Don't forget to walk around at night with a candle."

"All events of the past and present are stirring up the middle stream, and great plans are waiting for the newcomers."

Grandma Ping sighed, tried hard to ignore the unreliable and unlucky guy around her, and glanced at the younger generations in front of her inch by inch.

The era of gods and immortals has gone, and humans are like green bamboos in the forest, passing on the past from generation to generation.

ps: The Moon-Chasing Festival seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it is not very appropriate, but... I still wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival last year!