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

In a residential building near the Yanshang Teahouse, Su Ming and Zhongli sat in a small teahouse, their thoughts running wild in their minds.

The windows have classical Liyue patterns, and outside the windows is a pine bonsai.

Looking out from the house, the view is framed by windows and is picturesque.

Zhongli retracted his gaze and watched Su Ming in front of him brewing a cup of tea with skillful technique.

"This tea..." Zhongli raised his eyebrows slightly and sniffed the tea fragrance in the air, "It doesn't seem to be the tea from Qiaoying Manor."

Hearing this, Su Ming came back to his senses.

He glanced at Zhongli who had changed his clothes in front of him, lowered his eyes and said, "I got these tea leaves by coincidence these years, but it is said that they are also from Liyue."

Baihao Yinzhen, a tea produced from the blueprint of the Liyue map.

Although his own golden finger has been offline and ignored for many years, as long as Su Ming persists in harassing him day and night, occasionally a little benefit will slip through his fingers.

After all, it wasn’t Su Ming’s fault that he was offline for eighteen years.

"It is said to be called Baihao Silver Needle." Su Ming slowly brewed the tea leaves and said, "The dry tea is as white as silver and as thin as a needle, so it is called Baihao Silver Needle."

He had not learned much about tea before his sudden death, but Su Ming was confident that the culture of the country he traveled to before was still very profound.

"It's really good." Zhongli picked up the jade-white teacup, lowered his eyes and sniffed the tea fragrance.

The two of them ignored Ying who went to borrow a bell from Grandma Ping, and sat at home happily.

Su Ming drank his tea slowly, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on Zhongli in front of him.

Unlike the characters with fixed images in the game, Zhongli at this time not only changed his clothes, but also wore traditional Liyue costumes.

His long hair was spread out, with the golden-red ends hanging behind him, adding a touch of indifference to the man.

Su Ming lowered his eyes, his expression unclear.

The characters in the game are well-developed and the plot is rich. Although they are just paper figures, they are flesh and blood in the hearts of the chefs and can be used as a symbol of emotion.

but now……

Su Ming recalled the various things that had happened since he traveled through time, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

The more you get in touch with it, the more you can feel that this is not just a simple personality issue.

For some reason, Su Ming felt more and more that the people around him were individuals with flesh and blood, rather than just characters appearing on the screen.

In the game, people don’t change their clothes for several years unless skins are released.

But in gaming life, can these people really wear the same clothes for several years?

Not to mention Zhongli in front of us, didn’t Diluk also change his clothes back then?

"What are you thinking about?" Zhongli put down the teacup, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his eyes fell on the young man in front of him.

Hearing this, Su Ming raised his eyes and asked, "Sir, do you feel that the past was just a dream?"

The scene of being smashed to death by the little grass god was deeply engraved in Su Ming's mind, but now this strange and weird feeling still follows him like a shadow.

Sometimes, Su Ming would think that he just had a dream because drawing cards was too exciting...

Zhongli was slightly startled, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.

Su Ming is a human being, why does he have this feeling similar to wear and tear?

Zhongli looked at the young man in front of him and frowned, "Why do you feel this way?"

"I just..." Su Ming shook his head, "I occasionally have a momentary illusion."

Forget it. The more I say, the more mistakes I make. If I say something wrong, I might get caught in front of Zhongli...

Su Ming raised his hand to add more tea for Zhongli and said, "Maybe I dreamed too much at night..."

Hearing this, Zhongli's lips twitched.

I thought Su Ming had some little secret, but it turns out he was just going crazy?

Zhongli looked at Su Ming thoughtfully and said earnestly, "A doctor cannot treat himself. If you have any questions, you can go to Bubulu for a check-up."

Dreaming too much can easily lead to schizophrenia, but Su Ming can't do that.

Su Ming put down his teacup and retorted from his chair: "I'm not crazy..."

His voice was weak and it was obvious that he had no confidence.

It's better to be crazy than to be exposed.

Not long after, Ying walked in with a lot of resentment.

“I’m so tired!” Paimeng wailed, and rushed directly into Su Ming’s arms and lay down, “Why are there immortals everywhere in Liyue!”

The old lady who borrowed the bell is an immortal, and her teapot is really huge!

On the side, Ying didn't bother to ask questions, she just picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all up.

Su Ming was startled and looked at Ying with a strange look.

Ying put the cup on the table with a thud, "I'm running around, but you two are so leisurely!"

Is she a professional errand runner? Why is she the only one who is being walked while others are waiting?

"Did you borrow the Dichen Bell?" Zhongli raised his eyebrows and said in a deep and mellow voice, "The next step is to go to Yujing Terrace."

Ying sat aside with a full heart of resentment, listlessly, "I'll take it easy first."

Looking at Ying lying on the table, Zhongli's lips curled up slightly.

Although he was familiar with all the etiquette, big and small, Zhongli did not have too many requirements in this regard.

On the side, Su Ming picked up the teacup, filled it with tea, and then stuffed it into Paimeng's arms.

Poor thing, the emergency food kept following the traveler and he couldn't even get his meal.

Su Ming stroked Paimeng's head and said, "I asked Xingqiu to help send the kite to Yujing Terrace. It should have arrived by now."

Hearing this, Ying raised an eyebrow, "What's next?"

I have the night stone, the ointment, and the kite, what else do I want?

Zhongli knocked on the table and whispered, "Eternal Life Incense."

Su Ming, who had never seen Zhongli take off his gloves, couldn't help but be attracted by his gaze, which fell on Zhongli's white fingers.

He was wearing traditional Liyue clothing and a ring on his thumb that looked very historic.

"Where should we buy the Eternal Life Incense?" Paimeng tilted his head, leaned in Su Ming's arms and said obediently: "Should we still go find Miss Ying'er?"

Hearing this, Zhongli smiled and shook his head, "It's OK if you don't use the Bu Lu."

Su Ming couldn't help but say in his mind: "My name is Qiqi, and I'm a zombie."

"Then let's go to Bubulu." Paimeng blinked and suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Grandma Ping said that you can go over for tea when you have time..."

Hearing this, Zhongli was stunned.

"That old lady is an immortal." A trace of doubt flashed in Paimon's eyes, "Does Mr. Zhongli also know an immortal?"

Ying came back to her senses from her exhaustion and also looked at Zhongli.

"Immortal..." Zhongli lowered his eyes with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"Stupid?" Su Ming couldn't help but knock on Paimeng's head and said, "Mr. Zhongli is knowledgeable and a well-known person in Liyue Harbor. What's wrong with knowing a few immortals?"

Paimon pouted and covered his head, "Su Ming hit me again!"

On the side, Zhongli couldn't help but chuckle, "We know each other, I guess."

Zhongli stood up, his long hair hanging down behind him, and said, "Let's go to Bubulu."

Zhongli walked out, and before leaving, he glanced meaningfully from behind Su Ming.

This child is becoming more and more confusing.

Sometimes testing, sometimes covering up for myself...