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

The young man hid in the white snow, squinting at the dark clouds above, his heart full of confusion.

Out of nowhere, a god suddenly appeared.

Now they are fighting.

The clouds were as thick as an old quilt, and a dark gray fog filled half the sky. A golden light collided with the gray fog back and forth, and the collision of swords made a deafening buzzing sound.

Not far away, Tevarin appeared at some point, spread his wings, and took the knights on his back to chat and watch the show, occasionally pointing fingers at the two people who were fighting.

"Did these two secretly become stronger without my knowledge?"

Kaiya narrowed his eyes, holding a glass of cold wine in his hand, and his gaze was fixed on the battle not far away.

Two figures, one black and one white, shuttled through the clouds. The sounds of swords and sabers were incessant, and murderous aura was scattered as if it was worthless.

"Su Ming has a lot of combat experience." Diluk said in a deep voice, "He is not like usual."

Neither human nor god-like.

"There is a good teacher." Wendy was drunk and sang softly while playing the strings of the guitar.

The lingering sound of the piano faded away in the wind and snow. Ying was mercilessly kicked on the sword blade. He retreated quickly and could only use the long sword to barely stabilize his body. "Su Ming!"

Without waiting for Ying to say anything, the blade chopped down again with a thick gray mist.

The girl raised her sword and tried to block the knife, and suddenly met Su Ming's eyes in panic.

His face was expressionless, and there was not a trace of urgency in battle in those black eyes.

The next moment, Su Ming took a step back with the knife in his hand, suddenly raised his legs and bent his knees, and kicked the girl several meters away.

"Ying." Su Ming took a step back and looked down at the blood dripping from the tip of the knife. "You are hesitating because of friendship. This is not right."

The blonde girl sat on the ground, throwing her sword aside, and looked at Su Ming seriously, "Why can't you hesitate?"

"Today we are not fighting to the death or winning, but for you, every battle is a risk of your life."

At this point, Su Ming raised his head and smiled, "I'm teaching you."

Ying clenched her teeth, leaving a bloody mark at the base of her thumb.

The blonde girl pushed forward with her palms, bent her body and ran towards Su Ming like an arrow. The edgeless sword that fell beside her shook and was caught by the girl.

unacceptable!

How could she kill her friend? Even though she couldn't kill him!

"Hey……"

Wendy suddenly sighed and twirled the strings with her fingertips, "What a boring battle..."

Not interesting.

So why doesn't Su Ming go and fight with the old man?

It must be interesting...

"Su Ming..." Paimon floated aside holding their Dust Song Pot and blinked, "He looks very sad."

You can't see it, but you can feel it.

Su Ming had never acted so out of line before. He didn't want to care about the script he had set and was completely immersed in a battle, as if he wanted to clear all his thoughts.

"That's why being too rational is not good." Wendy held her chin up and took a breath, still smiling. "He deliberately magnified the sadness after recovering his memory, allowing himself to indulge in a moment of grief, and rationally escaped from the very real dilemma he needed to face."

Alcohol doesn't help, and sleep doesn't seem to be very helpful either.

"Alright..." Paimon snorted and glanced at Su Ming, "I just hope Ying doesn't get beaten badly."

"Probably not. Su Ming knows his limits." Albedo put down his paintbrush and lowered his eyes to look at the drawing board in his hands.

On the drawing board, the figure of the black-haired man gradually peeled off half, and was replaced by a man with white hair and green eyes.

Albedo looked at the screen, then raised his head to look at the battlefield.

He observed Su Ming and also painted Su Ming when he was studying Su Ming's Eye of God.

The face that could be completely drawn at that time has now suddenly become half black and half white.

"Stepping on the world's border..." Albedo shook his head helplessly and put away the entire drawing board. "A weird demon god is also a weird person."

Half man, half god, half native, half descendant.

Su Ming...

It’s quite fun.

"and many more!"

The blonde girl was chopped back by the sword again, and only a strand of black hair was held in her hand. "Wait a minute, I have a question!"

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, put away his knife and stood aside, "What's the problem?"

Suddenly I feel a little bit bad...

"Hmm..." Ying hesitated for a moment, then suddenly took out a few photos from her body, "Look."

Su Ming moved closer and saw the statues of the God of Wind, the God of Rock, and the God of Thunder.

"What's the problem?" Su Ming frowned and pointed at the photo, "Are you going to pick one up for me to sit on?"

"No, no, no." Ying shook her head repeatedly, with a gleam in her eyes. "Look at their divine costumes! They look great! What about you?"

At this point, Ying looked up at Su Ming, "Where is your divine suit? Show it to me!"

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming glanced at the photo and hesitated, "We fought for half an hour, and that's all you want to say?"

Has this traveler been spoiled by him?

"I'm tired, take a break." Ying waved her hand, grabbed Su Ming's hand and flew towards Tevarin's back, "Tell me first if you have any magical equipment? I'm very curious."

Su Ming let Ying pull him over and thought for a moment, "Maybe I'm not a complete god yet, so I don't think so."

"That's a shame." Ying sighed in disappointment, sitting cross-legged next to Wendy and grabbing a bottle of drink to drink, "I won't fight today, wait for me to sneak to Fontaine and then I'll try again."

"That's fine." Su Ming nodded, holding his chin with both hands, "I'm tired too."

I don't want to do anything. I just want to let it go for two days, then put these people in the dust song pot one by one and flip the cards every day.

Su Ming looked into the distance, not even bothering to drink a glass of wine.

I can’t describe what I’m feeling. Maybe it’s because the unpleasantness of being teased is accumulating day by day, and I always need a way to vent.

"But you really don't have a divine suit?"

Ying refused to give up. She raised her hand and then her chin to show Su Ming her scratched chin. "You hurt me, you have to pay for it."

Su Ming glanced at it and asked, "Is this considered an injury?"

Not even a sweet flower stuffed chicken is needed...

"Well, there's also my mental trauma." Ying sighed, looking helpless, "As a fellow Adventer, you've hit me hard."

She was also hit hard by a brother who ran away from home.

"Because you stay in bed late, you should wake up early." Su Ming yawned, fumbled to pick up a glass of wine and drank it, "I'm done, I want to return to normal."

Keep making trouble, keep planning to put it in the pot.

"But you really don't have the same attire as the other gods?" Ying blinked and said while wrapping her hands with gauze, "Look at the statue of Morax..."

It’s better not to wear it!

"No." Su Ming shook his head, put down his wine glass and reached out to unbutton his collar, "You can see it if you want."

As he spoke, Su Ming unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt, then stopped and looked at Ying with a teasing look in his eyes, "See?"