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

In the night of Xumi City, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the light of the street lamps is dimly shining on the ground.

The blonde girl bent down to avoid a group of soldiers and walked into the small hut next to her as if she knew the way.

Inside the room, Elhaisen frowned slightly, looking at the newcomer with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Haven't you found a way out yet?"

"Yeah." Ying nodded and looked around.

Everyone who was dragged into the dream is basically there except for the pink-haired fox, but...

Everyone had a tired look on their face, and seemed to find the current situation somewhat difficult.

The dreams are one after another, but nothing is the same.

Sometimes the Grass God walked out of the Jingshan Palace himself, sometimes it was scattered soldiers who broke into Xumi City, and sometimes it was the great sage who laughed wildly and then was hit by a meteorite.

In the end it will be a big turmoil anyway, and no matter what, I will always fall into the next dream again.

Ying frowned and sat down at the table, where there were sheets of paper with every dream she had recorded in detail.

After a while, Ying patted her forehead and said, "So did we miss something important?"

Hearing this, Elhaisen nodded, “Perhaps there are still some clues that have not surfaced, so we can never get to the end.”

Is there anything else I should pay attention to?

The great sage imprisoned the grass god?

Collude with fools to create gods?

Or...

Elhaisen raised his brows slightly, suddenly remembering the canned knowledge that he had looked up but had not yet thoroughly investigated.

After thinking for a moment, Elhaisen shook his head and looked in the direction of Seno, "Any ideas?"

Hearing this, Seno frowned slightly, "We have tried everything we can these days."

I haven't even touched the edge of the dream. Perhaps the authority of the Grass God has already covered the entire Xumi area...

"Um..." The girl sitting next to Kamisato Ayato frowned slightly and tapped on it with her fingertips, "Ying, do you still remember when we first entered the dream..."

So many people entered the dream at different times, but she and Ying were the first batch, followed by Mr. Kaia and others.

So……

Kamisato Ayaka paused for a moment and said hesitantly, "Where is the female official we met outside the Jingshan Palace?"

Her pupils trembled slightly, "Dina Zedai?"

"Hmm." Kamisato Ayaka frowned slightly and said softly, "I have asked about that young lady in the past few days. I heard that she was weak and seriously ill since childhood, but she suddenly got better a few days before the traveler arrived in Xumi, and she even entered the Jingshan Palace to work."

Even if there are no secrets, you should know a lot about the Grass God.

"Then..." Ying hesitated for a moment, "I'll go find him tomorrow..."

"Okay." Kamisato Ayaka nodded, then looked at the time before speaking, "It's time. Who's going to be beaten today?"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Yes, even if I fell into a dream, the matter of beating the great sage could not be delayed.

"I." Kaiya stretched and squinted his eyes, "I thought I came to Xumi for vacation..."

Now it seems that I might as well go back to Mond to work!

The blue-haired man weighed the sword in his hand, thought for a while, then put it down and picked up a brick. "Anyone want to join us?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

It's fun to beat him up at first, but if you beat him up too much...

A little tired.

Kaiya sighed, waved his hand, and walked towards the door.

"boom--"

With a slight sound, a brick fell to the ground, and the cavalry captain from Mondstadt disappeared.

Ying blinked, "Where are the people?"

"Maybe..." Kamisato Ayaka tilted her head, frowning, "She went out?"

There was a tone of disbelief in the girl's voice, as if she couldn't understand why someone would disappear from here.

The expression on Ying's face froze, "Su Ming... I hate him so much..."

So what about Paimon?!

Why hasn’t Paimon come back yet after going for help?

"boom--"

A loud bang was heard again, and a blond man reeking of alcohol fell in the middle of the room, a pair of red eyes revealed among his blond hair.

"Eh?"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the man stood up unsteadily, squinted his eyes and rubbed Ying's cheek, "Traveler? Wasn't I drinking in the tavern at Fontaine?"

Kavi frowned, obviously having drunk a lot.

He looked around and finally kicked Elhaisen, "Hey...it turned out to be a nightmare..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kavi leaned back on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

Everyone was silent, staring at Kavi with frowns on their faces.

Elhaisen stood up from the ground and dusted himself off calmly, "The drag is here."

With that said, Elhaisen took two steps forward, picked up the brick and turned to leave, "Leave the task of the cavalry captain to me first."

Find a punching bag...

……

"boom--"

"Snapped--"

A loud noise sounded in the heart of the desert, and icy-white elemental force mixed with gray mist swept through the winery, blowing up layers of yellow sand and flying towards the sky.

Yellow sand filled the air, and two figures punched each other with heavy elemental force, then took a few steps back at the same time, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

On the small tower next to it, the pavilion used a screen to block the wind. Su Ming leaned lazily on the small couch, squinting his eyes and watching the two people fighting below.

That Villette sat aside and took a look before speaking softly, "This executive officer is quite capable."

"Yeah." Su Ming nodded and said softly, "He is a qualified fighter, but he doesn't care about himself too much."

Su Ming lowered his eyes and looked at his palm, and inexplicably recalled the scene when he had fooled the small account Tartaglia.

The orange-haired boy was holding a piece of wood, and the handle was rubbed by his palm until it glowed.

Tartaglia...

No, the small Ajax sat on the steps holding his wood and his chin, asking himself in distress when he could become a warrior.

The boy at that time already had many wounds on his body, some from competing with others, and some from standing up for his younger brothers and sisters.

Su Ming smiled, turned sideways and told Anina, "Tok should not be asleep yet, send some midnight snacks over."

Anina nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Villette's eyes fell on Su Ming and he raised his eyebrows slightly. "You seem to have a good relationship with these people?"

"Yeah." Su Ming smiled, propping up his chin and looking at Villette, "I have a pretty good relationship with everyone. Isn't Mr. Villette an example? We were arguing with each other a few days ago, but now we can sit down and chat calmly, right?"

"It doesn't look like a god." The Villette retracted his gaze and looked at the battlefield below, "It doesn't look like an outsider either."

Su Ming's eyes flickered. "I was born a mortal, how can I be a god? Besides, among the seven gods nowadays... which one looks like a real god?"