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

Su Ming walked into the bedroom helplessly to look for clothes. Tartaglia took the order to hold Su Ming back and pointed at Su Ming's closet.

Ying sighed and sat beside Zhongli sullenly.

She reached out to pour tea for herself, Paimon and Diluk, then looked up at Zhongli.

"What does the traveler want to ask?" Zhongli leaned back in the rocking chair, looking particularly relaxed.

Hearing this, Ying frowned and thought for a while, "I originally had a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but now I don't know what to say."

Zhongli glanced at Ying and chuckled, "It's okay."

Think slowly and you will always be able to figure it out.

A golden color appeared on the treetops, and the yellow leaves fell down in circles.

The courtyard was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was there. Only the smoke from tea rose up and drifted away among the noisy sounds of Liyue Harbor.

"Why did Su Ming choose to die?" After a moment of silence, Ying finally spoke, "I don't think the gods and immortals can't protect him."

Hearing this, Zhongli raised his head.

He placed the cup on the table, propped up his chin and looked at Ying, "Are you asking Morax?"

“Yes.” Ying nodded heavily and met Zhongli’s gaze, “I’m asking Morax.”

Zhongli thought silently for a moment, and suddenly sighed, "This is Liyue, which was built by Morax and many old friends. What can I do? If it was during the Demon God War, I could just kill all those people with evil intentions, but this is not the case."

At this point, Zhongli slightly raised his body and bent one leg. "One is the subject I protect, and the other is the disciple I taught. Which one do you think I should choose?"

No one is innocent. When facing the so-called evil spirit, everyone is innocent.

The only ones who are guilty are the evil ones.

Ying frowned and looked at Zhongli, her mind full of messy thoughts.

Morax was decisive in killing and valued contracts, so he would never sit idly by and watch such an injustice happen, but...

"It's not that I can't make a decision. I can also instruct Qixing to unravel everyone's selfishness and expose it to the sun." Zhongli looked at Ying and said in a deep voice: "At that time, both Qixing and the immortals were doing this."

"Then..." Ying was stunned, "It was him..."

Are you crazy?

Zhongli recalled and rubbed the ring on his finger, "In everyone's memory, he can be called a child of heaven. Traveler, you have read some of the past and think that he has a kind heart, but he is a truly cruel person."

Ying frowned, "So he died on his own?"

"I tried to clear my name, but I found out that my existence was already a predetermined ending." Zhongli chuckled, with a hint of pride in his golden pupils. "Killing myself is the only way to break the deadlock."

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What is there to be proud of?

Should she applaud now?

"What about now?" Diluk, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked up and looked at the god in front of him without thinking or retreating. "Does this mean that the situation has been resolved now?"

Zhongli thought about it and shook his head, "Not really, but no matter who it is, they are on the road to breaking through."

"..." Ying felt her mind was even more confused. She turned her head to look at Su Ming who was pinching Tartaglia's neck and yelling why he insulted his aesthetic taste. "So... he was like this before?"

All of a sudden I no longer wanted to be sentimental, and I didn’t want to ask what the situation was that was broken.

"Yeah." Zhongli nodded, his eyes falling on Su Ming, "Even worse."

When there was still a glimmer of hope, he suddenly realized that this was a script. Without any hesitation, he integrated the resources at his disposal and set up a path for himself to come back to life.

After his death, Liyue became peaceful again, and the people who secretly pushed him to stay alive were waiting for their death, and the same was true for the people behind the scenes.

However, it must be said that Su Ming was really cruel in digging his own grave.

It was as if it was not himself who was resurrected, and he kicked himself into working for the Fatui.

Zhongli sighed and shook his head.

These adventers are all ruthless people.

"Then why did you accept Su Ming as your disciple?" Paimeng held the teacup in both hands, sipping it in small sips, and asked in confusion: "I don't think you are the kind of person who would accept a disciple."

Zhongli was stunned, his eyes fell on Ying.

He thought for a while before speaking softly, "Heroes need to step on the bones of losers to reach the top. Traveler, you are the hero, and he is the grindstone prepared for you."

Zhongli chuckled and tapped his fingertips on the table. "Whether it's his identity as an Adventer or the authority he holds as a demon god, they are all prepared for you."

Hearing this, Ying was slightly startled.

Su Ming seemed to have said so.

“But he was born in Liyue and is my subject.” Zhongli sighed, “I cannot let fate turn my subject into a notorious demon god.”

Ying was stunned, "But now he has become a notorious executive officer."

Zhongli:……

Zhongli paused, and a sneer suddenly flashed in his eyes, "No one will blame him now."

What happened to being an executive?

Anyone who had pointed a sharp knife at Su Ming would think that it was reasonable for Su Ming to turn black, and would even feel relieved, thinking that their guilt was not that serious.

Zhongli reached out to refill his tea, his voice tinged with sneer for the first time, "Do you think Su Ming is so popular in Liyue Port because of his personality? It's because of guilt."

Watching him start over again but not remembering the hurt caused by others, ignorant and yet stumbling miserably.

On the one hand, he felt at ease with his bad luck, but on the other hand, he blamed himself for killing an innocent person out of selfishness.

Ying tilted her head, "Okay."

It’s even more annoying because so many people are murderers and there’s no way to get them punished.

"Which one are you wearing?" Su Ming's irritable voice came from the house. Su Ming grabbed the eleventh seat's neck and shook it back and forth. "Just whisper if you want to, why are you torturing me!"

Pieces of clothes were piled on the floor, bed and chair. Su Ming stood among the clothes with no desire to live. "I suddenly feel that my genes before coming to Teyvat have awakened."

Tartaglia cautiously took two steps back, "What gene?"

"The genes of the national quintessence." Su Ming glanced at Tartaglia, pulled out a set of clothes and threw it over, "Take it and make new clothes for me."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the house and the yard was shocked.

Tartaglia touched his head and said hesitantly: "You know?"

"How could you possibly know that!" Ying looked at Su Ming in disbelief, "There is no traitor among us!"

Su Ming: Hehe...

"Without my nod, you wouldn't have found this place." Su Ming tried to suppress his anger at being accused of aesthetics by Tartaglia and walked out of the bedroom. "Before you came here, you went to Ningguang to discuss a grand festival. You invited Mr. Yun to write the script, and you also had the financial support of Lord Maocai."

Su Ming stood under the eaves and whispered, "You even asked my father and mother to rush back to Liyue Harbor. How could I not know about such a big move?"

Ying blinked blankly, "Then why don't you stop me."

"I said I wouldn't stop you." Su Ming raised his chin slightly, "Who doesn't want to clear their name?"

The tall man stood under the eaves, the sunlight shone dimly on his black clothes, and the dark green embroidery seemed to be shining.

He raised his chin and whispered, "I deserve it. I want to be famous and my excellence known to everyone."

At this point, Su Ming shrugged and suddenly laughed out loud, "I'm so happy just thinking about them waking up in the middle of the night and beating themselves up."

Tsk.

If I had known earlier, I would have torn off the function of the small system later. So many emotion points would have been wasted...

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"You really are good at ruining the atmosphere." Ying gave a thumbs up and frowned, "I know that regret and anxiety are the punishment they deserve."