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

"Have you calculated the utilization rate of the power of the Heart of God?"

"We need to test the subject's physical data again tonight."

"Continue to strengthen the physical fitness of the experimental subject!"

In a small room deep in the workshop, researchers in white clothes walked hurriedly, their voices full of seriousness and earnestness.

A masked slice sat in the corner, his fingers quickly flipping through the data in front of him. The eyes under the mask were filled with enthusiasm and joy for the success of creating a god.

If he could collect more data, he would definitely be strong enough to make a bigger slice!

Knife!

All cut!

Su Ming pushed the door open a crack and looked at the figure inside with a deep gaze.

"How about it?"

An orange duck tiptoed over and lowered his voice, "So there are other slices?"

Su Ming chuckled, "How could that perverted doctor not leave himself a few more escape routes?"

As he spoke, Su Ming looked around.

The data room hidden deep in the God-making Workshop may not even be modeled, but it definitely exists.

There can't be only one place like this in the entire workshop.

The Doctor is cunning, powerful and even better at conspiracy.

So……

It wasn't a serious matter to sneak a small slice out of his alternative plan, was it?

Come and beat him up if you can!

Su Ming smiled, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and threw it in, then closed the door tightly.

There was a trace of confusion in Tartaglia's eyes, "This potion tube looks very familiar."

"You have a good memory..." Su Ming muttered, then chuckled and said, "Isn't this the potion that our distinguished Second Seat specially prepared for me?"

After one bottle, I passed out.

But unfortunately, he has always been an exception.

Dadalia: ...

Tartaglia looked at Su Ming with an indescribable expression, and the expression on his face could even be described as ferocious. "Sure enough, no wonder the doctor has been trying to drug you. For him..."

shame!

An indelible shame!

Whether he conducts research or not is another matter. Only by defeating Su Ming, the second in command, can he confidently and innocently declare himself the best researcher.

"boom--"

There were several sounds of people falling to the ground, but Su Ming still did not open the door.

He put his hand on the door handle and used force to turn the room into a secret room.

Su Ming sighed softly, "It's not just him, I am also the psychological shadow of the entire Teyvat."

How crooked are they?

It doesn't matter if it's a little crooked, right?

"Adonis..."

A gloomy voice came from inside the door, as if a researcher who was unwilling to fall was struggling to open the door of the confined room.

Su Ming sighed softly, "What are you doing hiding at the door? Are you planning to hit me with a club when I go in?"

"You..." The doctor made a sound of gritted teeth, and then he could no longer hold on and slammed his head on the door.

A smile flashed across Su Ming's eyes, and he continued to wait.

Tartaglia glanced at Su Ming, then squatted in the corner with his hands on his cheeks, "You guys are so crazy about your twisted minds."

Su Ming lowered his eyes and looked at Tartaglia, "Before you said I was outrageous, have you ever reflected on why you followed our train of thought?"

Tartaglia shook his head, "I don't reflect."

He understood that Su Ming always liked to use the word "reflection" to describe working people.

In order to avoid falling completely into Su Ming's trap, he had long forgotten what reflection was.

"..." Su Ming looked at Tartaglia in silence and pursed his lips, "Okay."

Okay, next time I’ll think of a trick to trick you into working for him.

Tonya needs to save up for her dowry, right?

Tok's one-eyed little treasure needs repair, right?

Sir, are you rich?

Isn’t young master’s money the mission fund?

All the mission funds were earned by him and the rich!

It’s not a big deal if I can’t withdraw the money and spend it for a while…

After chatting for a while, there were the sounds of two bodies falling to the ground from inside the door.

Tartaglia patted his sleeves and stood up. Just as he took out a roll of hemp rope and was about to go in to tie someone up, he saw Su Ming open the door a crack and threw two more bottles of medicine in.

Still the same medicine.

It’s still the same house.

Tartaglia couldn't understand. "Even if there were a hundred beasts of burden in there, they would have collapsed by now. If you add more drugs..."

Do you want to take the doctor's sliced ​​body back as a specimen?

"Just in case..." Su Ming frowned, "What if this guy plays me?"

A PhD has eight hundred ideas in his mind, seven hundred and ninety-nine of which are used for experiments and research, and the remaining one is used for causing trouble.

Oh, no, we have to be careful and get funds.

Tartaglia fell into deep thought, trying to move his lazy head, "Aren't you afraid that he will send a message before he faints?"

Su Ming glanced at Tartaglia, "No signal, and..."

Su Ming spread his hands, "Do you think these slices are really willing to work for powerful people?"

He has nothing else here, but a lot of research.

It is better to work for him than to work for a slicer who is more powerful than you. At least you will not be short of money.

After waiting for ten minutes, Su Ming opened the door while covering his nose, waiting for the strong smell of medicine in the room to dissipate.

Various researchers fell to the ground, and in the corner there were three slices of people who looked to be of different ages.

Su Ming looked at the slices in silence and waved his hand, "Quick! Tie him up and take him back to work!"

There was no movement behind him, only a dull sound.

Su Ming paused and turned his head silently.

The orange-haired young man fell to the ground, covering his nose with his hands, his brows furrowed, and his eyes closed. He had obviously fallen into a coma.

Su Ming was silent for a moment, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, "Doctor's medicine seems to be quite effective?"

As he spoke, Su Ming put down his hand and sniffed the medicine in the air.

After a while, Su Ming showed a look of disdain on his face, "It's useless."

As he said that, Su Ming sighed, walked into the house, looked around, tied up a slice, and then picked up Tartaglia.

Just as he was about to leave, Su Ming was startled.

No pot...

Su Ming thought about it and glanced at the two sleeping adult men beside him.

It’s a pity. I can carry it back, but it’s a bit tiring.

Su Ming took out his cell phone and planned to put an exclamation mark on his head to summon a little yellow-haired boy.

[Waiting for teammates to kill the dragon online: Are you there? 】

[Waiting online for kind people to travel with: Yes, but I may not be sure if they will be there later. 】

Su Ming thought about it and typed [Waiting for teammates to kill the dragon online: Forget it, give the pot to Anina, she happens to be in Xumi. ]

【Waiting for kind people to travel with me online: Would you like to travel with me, buddy? 】

[Waiting for teammates to fight the dragon online: I have a sweet-talking kid here. He's very good. Can I ask him to accompany you to do the commission? ]

In just three seconds, the message from the yellow-haired idiot had been sent.

[Team is full: OK.]

Su Ming exited the dialog box and clicked on Linni's profile picture.

[Waiting for teammates to fight the dragon online: Xumi, wait for me. I'll let you take a shortcut and get to know the traveler. ]