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

"who are you?"

The thin boy was in a mess. After being rescued, he sat on the ruins and looked at the people in front of him with a pair of dark eyes. "Why did you appear in my house? Did you hear my cry for help?"

The boy stood up, shook off the dust on his tattered clothes, looked around, and his pupils shrank when he saw Walnut. Then he quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to grab the wicker basket containing the child and protected it behind him. His thin face was full of expression, "Human traffickers! Help! Someone is stealing children!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone fell silent, and all strange eyes turned to Su Ming.

Is this what Su Ming was like when he was a child?

Su Ming's expression changed. After thinking for a moment, he took a step forward and squatted in front of the child under his defensive gaze. He pointed at the blonde girl next to him and said, "Don't you know her?"

This shouldn't be the case. The Great Compassionate Tree King knows a lot of things. He shouldn't create such a sloppy illusion, right?

"I'll take a look."

The little boy leaned over and looked. His dark eyes suddenly shone. "Little yellow-haired boy!"

fluorescent:? ? ?

The blonde girl looked at Su Ming in disbelief, "You knew me so early? And you still call me Little Yellow Hair?!"

Are we good friends now?

Su Ming glanced at Ying, patted the little boy's head, and looked the child up and down with curiosity, "So we are not human traffickers."

"Oh, but the little yellow-haired boy doesn't exist at this time. Did I trigger a hidden plot?"

The boy with short black hair tilted his head and looked at the group of people in front of him. He finally paid attention and said, "Xin Yan, Mona, Wan Ye, the little yellow-haired boy, and someone I don't know. That..."

The trumpeter Su Ming thought about it and nodded affirmatively, "This configuration is that of an island. Are you on vacation? But..."

The little boy was confused for a moment, then he touched his head and said, "Either I'm dreaming, or I'm fake."

Ying looked at the little boy suspiciously, and then looked at Su Ming after a while, "Were you so smart when you were a child?"

"Maybe it's just because I know a lot." Su Ming responded, reaching out his hand to try the feel of his head, "Not bad."

"What do you mean not bad?" The little boy raised his head and frowned, staring at Su Ming, "Who are you? I don't remember you being here. Why are you wearing such conservative clothes and still smelling hot?"

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming looked at the child in front of him with a gloomy face. Although he knew that the other party was his illusion, he still felt a little itchy. "Have you never been beaten?"

At the side, Ying quickly held Su Ming's hand and advised seriously, "Su Ming, Su Ming, please bear with it. This is just a child, a fake child, and your childhood. Please bear with it!"

Why would someone want to beat himself up?

Ying glanced at Su Ming secretly and lowered her voice, "Besides, I think what he said is not wrong."

The little boy looked up, "Su Ming? Your name is also Su Ming?"

Under Su Ming's dangerous gaze, the little boy protected the child in the wicker basket behind him. He frowned and thought for a long time before finally speaking, "I am an illusion that appeared on the island? Then you are how I look like when I grew up? How is that possible! How could I be so feverish!"

Su Ming took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Ying, "Do you feel that something is wrong?"

Hearing this, Ying was stunned for a moment, and his suspicious gaze moved to the illusion of the child in front of him.

After thinking for a moment, Ying's mouth twitched, "He seems to be much more vivid than the other illusions we have encountered."

"Yes." Su Ming stretched out his hand and pressed it on the child's head, raising his eyebrows, "Baby, why don't you recognize your father?"

Su Xiaoming: ...

Su Xiaoming looked up at Su Ming, his eyes flickering as he opened his mouth, "Ah? What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Ying sighed softly, took out a strangely shaped compass from the Chen Ge pot, grabbed the little boy's hand and pressed it upwards without giving him a chance to refuse.

The compass vibrated, the needle spun rapidly, and Ying's eyes became deep in an instant.

Su Xiaoming blinked his dark eyes and glanced around vigilantly, but he couldn't help but be startled.

The friends who were originally watching had occupied all possible escape routes without knowing when. Fengyuan Manye was wiping the sword carefully in his hand. The astrologer next to him had condensed rich water elements in his hands, and Xinyan's musical instruments began to spit fire.

Su Xiaoming: ...

Su Xiaoming pulled Su Ming's clothes to hide his body, raised his head and said seriously, "Dad, I won't run away anymore, please take me in."

Su Ming: ...

It was clearly a fragment of his soul, but for some reason I felt like I had a new son?

Su Ming raised his hand and placed his fingers on the boy's forehead, watching a dark green light gradually condense in the palm of his hand. Then he turned his head and looked at the little girl who was biting her fingers with a lively smile on her face.

The young child lies in the wicker basket, with a pair of watery eyes and an innocent smile.

Su Ming looked sideways for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "Why is it that the fragment of the god from Sky Island is dressed up as our Liyue Fire A?"