Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

The Dendrobium tree in front of the door was still open, and Awang stood under the eaves, pacing back and forth like an ant.

"Nanke!" Seeing Nanke come back, Awang's tears rolled down his face, and he rushed towards her and pulled her to look up and down, "When I came back, you and Guobeng were gone. I was scared to death. Are you hurt? Are you there?" Encountered a monster? Where did Guobeng go..."

The injured wrist was unexpectedly pinched hard. Nanke pursed his lips to endure it and pushed her away: "I'm fine. Let's go in first."

The food was still on the table, and Grandma Zuo sat leaning against the table with one of her twisted legs, her face full of pain.

Nanke poured a basin of cold water, soaked the handkerchief and wrapped it around her ankles: "Please bear with it."

The joints in her hands were intertwined, and Grandma Zuo groaned, with cold sweat covering her forehead.

"How is the village's barrier going?" Granny Zuo calmed down and asked.

"Miss Hibiki is gone, she should recover soon."

"The thunderstorm this time was too strong. Alas, if I had known it would be like this, I wish I could have reinforced it when I came here last time." Grandma Zuo lowered her head and prayed, "I hope no one will have an accident..."

"Did you come here from Asase Shrine?" Nanke asked.

Granny Zuo had no time to pay attention to her, and Awang squatted aside and said, "Master and I just rushed back when we saw Uncle Huo carrying her on his back at our door. He said he was running and fighting on the road and accidentally threw her. .”

Nanke sighed, helped her mother-in-law apply a cold compress for a while, and then lifted the veil. The ankle joint underneath was still swollen and would not heal for a while.

She dipped it in cold water again and handed the handkerchief to Awang: "Awang, I'll leave it to you, Grandma Zuo. I'll go out for a while."

"Eh? Me?" Awang was at a loss. He glanced at Granny Zuo carefully and shook his head, "No, the evil spirit and the thunderstorm haven't stopped yet. It's very dangerous outside."

"I'm going to pick up Guobeng," Nanke stood up and rubbed her head, "You've had a hard day, so take this moment to get some rest. When Miss Xiang and the others come back, they probably won't be able to sleep tonight. "

"Then... take this with you!" A Wang's thin eyebrows knitted together and he took off an exquisite royal guard from his waist.

Nan Ke took it and held it in his hand, smiled at her, and hurried out.

Where can I go to help the stragglers?

Without much choice, Nanke went straight to the statue on the back mountain.

The luster of the statue is weaker than the last time.

Nanke closed his eyes and tried to draw out the elemental power in his body and feed it back.

Skirmisher said her body was a battery.

Anyway, she has nowhere to use her power, so she should give it back and use it to suppress the evil spirit.

The moment the elemental power flowed into the statue, the mirror in the arms of the dilapidated statue shone slightly. At the same time, Nanke felt some kind of distant gaze.

It's hard to describe the feeling.

It was a look of superiority with a hint of surprise.

However, he immediately took it back.

It seems that her behavior is insignificant and not enough to arouse the other party's interest.

While outputting power, he passively accepts the compensation automatically released by the idol when the power is exhausted. It feels really uncomfortable to be a battery.

It's like every breath is exerted to the end, and gradually every cell in the body begins to shrink and swell according to the rhythm of the air flow, and the thoughts fall into a soft quagmire, making it difficult to think.

Until a thunderbolt that was so close that it made people's scalp numb suddenly fell next to Nanke.

She opened her eyes and looked to her side.

That was not a thunderstorm, but a skirmisher who finally returned.

The roar in the sky has subsided, and the black evil energy is intertwined with the enemy's flawless body like a venomous spider web.

The skirmisher was stuck in the pit created by the fall, unable to move. Only a pair of eyes stared at her, murderous, accusing and angry.

To be honest, Nanke's mind is a little unclear right now.

That's why I had the courage to approach him with such eyes.

When the palm left the statue, there was still a trace of lightning. Nanke walked over, dug the straggler out of the awkward earth pit, grabbed his hand, and held the palm of his hand that could not stop the circulation and leakage of elemental power for a while. clasped in the palm of his hand.

"roll!"

The skirmisher gritted his molar teeth and spoke in an evil voice.

What Nanke thought was, great, it really works, he can speak immediately.

Thin electric light spread from the gap between the palms, peeling off the strands of the evil spirit, and the energy operation that had lost its replenishment due to one-sided flow finally fell into a lag.

The brain that was also stuck couldn't understand why this happened. Nanke was confused for a second, looked at the cold purple eyes in his eyes, and leaned down.

"Do you really think you are a battery?" The skirmisher pressed his elbow against her.

It's a pity that he only has one hand now. Nanke stretched out his arm and pulled it, easily pushing the slender obstacle to the side. He was confused and said: "Need... to repair the magic."

But in fact, she didn't know what to do at all.

She just held his lips awkwardly and bit here and there tentatively.

Use your meager experience to try to imitate the bullying that has been repeatedly thrown into the corner of your heart.

This woman... is absolutely stunning.

The skirmishers gave up their struggle and looked at the thick cloudy night sky above.

If he had a video camera with him, he would definitely...

Nanke had a dream.

Dreaming that the skirmisher was out of power, she pried open his terribly bad mouth and searched everywhere for a charging socket.

But if you use too many electrical appliances, you will inevitably encounter a situation like this - it looks the same as usual, but you can't get enough of it over and over again.

I woke up because my stomach hurt from the hard shoulder blade.

Nanke opened his eyes in a daze, his head and hands hanging down swaying, and the surrounding scenery was also swaying. The thin grass stood up pitifully and staggered after being trampled by two calves wrapped in black leggings.

His hands fell just between the waist and hips that were swaying with the pace. Nanke looked at the two lively buttocks for a while, spread his fingers, and pinched them.

Soft.

"Are you sick?!" The person carrying her stopped suddenly.

Nanke's stomach was also bumped heavily by the shoulder along with the inertia.

Her mouth was sore and she almost vomited out. Later she realized who was carrying her and whose butt was under her hands. She struggled with her hands and feet: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Let me go after the collapse of the country..."

"You have to be lucky that my hand is not healed yet," the skirmisher bumped her again. Nanke covered her mouth with tears in her eyes and started walking again. "Otherwise, a drop of kindness will be repaid by a spring of water."

His tone was weird with a chuckle. Nanke endured the discomfort of being carried and silently lit a wax for himself.

It's over, does he mean to spank her?

It's best not to do it in front of Awang.

Otherwise her image will be completely ruined.

Nanke was put down when he was approaching the hut.

She couldn't stand firm on the ground and almost fell. A worried Awang ran over and helped her in time: "Nanke, why did you go out vertically and come back sideways?"

Nanke also wants to know this question.

Looking at the skirmisher, before she could say anything, the skirmisher snorted coldly and went straight into the house without even bothering to give her a straight face.

She walked very wide, and for some reason, her round buttocks were so prominent in her field of vision.

Nanke couldn't help but pick up his fingers and squeeze the feeling that didn't exist in the air.