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

Chapter 499 is about a sick Dada duck.

In the silence, the boy lowered his head and fiddled with his phone. After a while, he placed the phone in front of Su Ming and asked, "What is this profile picture?"

Su Ming opened his eyes and took a look. He took out a picture of a blue bird from his phone and sent it to Xiao. Then he took Xiao's phone and uploaded it, adding him as a friend. "You learn quickly..."

Xiao glanced at Su Ming, opened the chat interface with Su Ming, and after thinking for a while, he typed in the note - "Annoying guy."

“Heh…” Su Ming chuckled and swiped the panel, “I’ll go back to Liyue Harbor first. Ying and Xiangling will stay here.”

Xiao nodded, silently wondering what Zhongli's ID was.

"Don't search anymore." Su Ming stood up and stretched lazily, "I'll go deliver it to Mr. tomorrow and tell you then."

"Okay." The boy nodded and watched Su Ming leave.

It was a quiet night. The next morning, Su Ming pushed open the door of the young master's room and looked at the man on the bed with a frown.

The man, who had just reached adulthood, had not yet completely lost his boyishness, but his muscles were firm and smooth, and his body bore scars that had accumulated from childhood.

A pair of thin pajamas hung loosely around the waist, and as the movement progressed, the trouser legs were turned up a bit, revealing a section of the calf.

Su Ming pushed the door open and walked in, reaching out and touching Tartaglia's forehead, "Wake up."

The man on the bed hid half of his face in the pillow, frowned slightly, and reached out to push Su Ming's hand away.

"Brother, you're sick..." Su Ming sighed weakly, cupped the back of the young man's head with his hand and lifted him up, then pulled the quilt from the corner of the bed and piled it on Tartaglia, and put his hand on the other's wrist.

Tartaglia opened his eyes in confusion and was silent for a long while before he came to his senses.

He cleared his throat and said in a hoarse voice: "What?"

"Take some medicine." Su Ming took out a box of antipyretic pills. "You've slept for twenty hours and you don't know what's going on?"

It's a sick Dada duck.

White pills of different sizes were piled in his hand. Su Ming took out a bottle of water and said, "After taking the medicine, go eat something and then go to sleep."

Hearing this, Tartaglia frowned.

He bent his legs and buried his face in his hands, seeming to have a headache, "Too much overtime..."

His master is not like Su Ming who is sick every day and takes medicine...taking medicine does not exist at all!

"Eat." Su Ming frowned and patted the young master's head with his palm, "If you don't eat, I will go find Dong Niya and come back."

Dadalia rubbed his head randomly, kicked his legs in frustration, and stared at the medicine in a daze for a long time before he took it and drank it in one gulp.

"Don't vent your anger on me." Su Ming glanced at him, took out a few clothes from the closet beside him and threw them on the bed, "Change your clothes and go eat."

The young master was silent for a moment, then lay back down, "I'm not angry, I just feel uncomfortable."

I feel uncomfortable everywhere. I feel a little uncomfortable since I haven't been sick for a long time. I feel annoyed too. After all, it's inconvenient to fight when I'm sick.

"It's strange that you can feel comfortable when you are sick." Su Ming sat in front of the window and looked up at the young master. "Rest for a while after you recover."

Blame it on him. It was indeed Su Ming's fault that the unlucky kid was knocked down by overtime work.

Su Ming thought for a moment, then took out a pack of fever-reducing patches, tore it open, and pasted it on the young master's forehead, "Okay, put on your clothes."

Su Ming said, turning around and walking out, "Come out and have some porridge."

The young master frowned and looked at Su Ming's back, and after a long while he hummed in a muffled voice.

Ying and Xiangling had already returned to the courtyard. There was still a lingering sense of fatigue on their faces, as if it was due to drinking.

A little yellow-haired duck and a little orange duck sat side by side, holding the same white porridge in their hands.

"Young Master looks so bad..." Paimon finished his snack, came close to Dadalia and rubbed his eyes with his fingertips, and asked worriedly: "Are you sick?"

Hearing this, Tartaglia blinked and pointed to the cooling patches on his face and chest, "Isn't this very conspicuous?"

"Stop talking, what a broken voice..." Su Ming squatted beside him and cooked pear soup in a porcelain pot, "One of you secretly drank, and the other kicked the quilt. Are you two three years old?"

I traveled through time and space and couldn’t find my wife and started a harem, and now I have to take care of the children.

Angry.

"Don't blame me, you sick jerk..." Ying put down the bowl of porridge, wiped her mouth, and looked at Su Ming, "It's obvious that among our group of people, only you and Bai Zhu are in poor health."

"I'm in good health." Su Ming glanced at Ying and put a few pieces of rock sugar into the pot. "If you hadn't hit me last night, I wouldn't have any injuries on my body now."

So who should I hire next?

Su Ming tilted his head and yawned, then pointed outside the door, "Finish your porridge and go to do your commission early."

"What about you? Didn't we agree to go together?" Ying blinked, touched the young master's head, picked up the fever-reducing patch from the table and handed it to the young master, "Change one."

The orange-haired young man nodded, changed the fever-reducing patch for himself without saying a word, then pushed the bowl away and lay on the table with his eyes closed.

"I want to make some lanterns..." Su Ming pointed to the bamboo and white paper placed in the corner and said lazily, "We need to put up river lanterns during the Moon Festival."

"I see...it must be praying for blessings again..." Paimon nodded as if he suddenly realized something, and was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

Paimon turned around blankly and met Galina's gentle face.

Galina straightened Paimon's hair and said with a smile, "Little Paimon, please move aside. Let me see what happened to my godson."

Paimon put his hands behind his back and made way.

"You have a fever?" Galina stood in front of the table, bent down slightly and touched Tartaglia's forehead, then turned to look at Su Ming, "Have you taken medicine?"

"I ate it." Su Ming nodded, put a towel under the porcelain pot, poured the pear soup into the bowl and handed it to him, "I'm tired and caught a cold again."

"That's good." Jiali Na nodded and placed the bowl in front of the young master. "Go and rest after you finish drinking. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to your parents."