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

Grandma Zuo was placed in Nanke's room. Nanke heated up the food and brought her in. When she came out again, Awang couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep on the doorstep.

Nanke gently covered her with a blanket. As the sky dimmed, Asase Hibiki and Hyakume Oni finally walked out of the village one after another.

Half of Baimugui's face was blackened by smoke, and his fluffy curly hair spread over his shoulders. He looked like he was overloaded.

Nanke stepped forward and said, "Miss Xiang, Mr. Bai Mugui, thank you for your hard work."

Asase Hibiki's expression did not conceal his exhaustion, and he nodded curtly. He glanced at Awang sitting on the threshold, hung his bow behind him, leaned over and picked up Awang and entered the door.

"How is Granny playing?" Baimu Gui asked as he walked.

"I just had a meal, and the swelling in my feet has gone down quite a bit." Nanke motioned to the futon beside the table, "Please sit down, the food is still hot. You have been busy all night. After you finish eating, take a good rest here."

"Nan Ke, you are so gentle and virtuous," Baimu Gui sat down cross-legged, put aside the knife, and let out a long breath, "The thunderstorm last night was too exaggerated. Fortunately, the thunderstorm was heavy and the raindrops were light, so the village did not suffer much damage... …”

"Please be quiet," Hibiki Asase walked out of the room and said coldly, "There are still people taking a rest."

The hundred-eyed ghost frowned and shrugged at Nanke who came over with water.

It turns out that the gentle and considerate sentence came from the contrast.

Nanke pursed his lips, curled the corners of his mouth, and put down the basin: "Let's wash it first."

Asase Hibiki picked up his sleeves and cleaned his hands first. The Hundred-Eyed Demon held the basin and grinned and began to rub the black ash on his face. He couldn't rub it with his bare hands. Nanke was about to find a clean towel for him when Asase Hibiki sighed briefly. He stood up with a sigh and took out the handkerchief from his sleeve.

"do not move."

The water soaked the soft fabric, Asase Hibiki's face remained pale, and he carefully wiped away the dust on the face of the Hundred-Eyed Ghost.

Bai Mugui scratched his neck, rolled his eyes around, and grinned, "Is this the tenderness of the legendary Iron Lady?"

Nanke was very discerning and went back to serve the dishes.

I could only hear the voice of Asase Hibiki Furui Fuha: "If I have a son, he will be as old as you."

"What the hell?!" Baimu Gui's voice changed in surprise.

The food was not enough, so Nanke thought for a while, took out the Feiying cakes given by her mother-in-law that day, made a bowl of vegetables and served them out.

Asase Hibiki paused for a moment while looking at the Fei Sakura Cake. Without asking anything, he raised his head and said to Nanke, "You have worked hard too. We can do the rest ourselves. Let's go back and rest."

"I've had a rest," Nanke smiled slightly and didn't refuse, "Then I'll go see Guobeng, and you guys can eat slowly."

In the dimly lit bedroom, the straggler fell silently onto the mattress on the floor.

The head-on contact with the evil spirit must have put a considerable burden on his body. As soon as he came back, he lost all movement.

The profile of his face sunken into the pillow was so calm that he seemed to have really fallen asleep. Nanke closed the door, clenched his hands on his chest to cheer himself up, and then cautiously approached: "The country is collapsing?"

Did you turn yourself off because you felt too uncomfortable?

Nanke knelt down and sat on the edge, holding his head up to touch the switch on the back of his neck. He reached halfway with his hand, and the curled eyelashes underneath suddenly opened, and he stared at her faintly: "What are you doing?"

"I'm a little worried about you," Nanke answered honestly. He felt guilty and looked away, "Well, butt..."

The skirmisher narrowed his eyes.

"……sorry."

Nanke wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.

"Don't bother me." He uttered a few words in disgust and closed his eyes again without moving.

The skirmishers were really weak.

Unfortunately, Nanke's own elemental power has also dried up. His fingers plowed back the broken hair scattered on his cheekbones, and asked: "You can't sleep anyway, can I turn off your phone for a while?"

"So that you can do whatever you want to me?" the skirmisher sneered.

"...It was just an accident," Nanke said, feeling ashamed and unable to defend himself. "I'll stay here and promise not to touch you."

"Ah."

"By the way, can I help you replace the bones?"

If you don't refuse, you agree.

Nanke's fingertips slid down along the skirmisher's neck line and touched the round button hidden under the skin.

Following the slight click feeling under the fingertips, the soldier groaned, and a soft light spread from the back of his neck, covering him in a thin white cocoon.

Nanke shouted twice, but received no response. He took out the dagger in his sleeve and the completed arm bone, and clasped his hands together.

I hope Mr. Skirmisher will be merciful and let her ass go after his hands are healed.

After several experiences, Nanke became quite skilled at it. He peeled away the layers of tissue and tubes, embedded the carefully crafted wooden skeleton, and then pressed the wound tightly together with his hands.

The self-healing ability of the doll immediately started to work, and after a while, not even a trace of scar remained on the skirmisher's arm.

Nanke had his hands full of his bodily fluids, laid his repaired arm flat on the quilt, spread his fingers, and observed the properties of the mysterious liquid stuck between his fingers.

As soon as it left the body of the skirmisher, the thin milk-like mucus quickly became transparent and evaporated.

It didn't look like blood at all.

Instead, it looks like the juice of some kind of plant.

The substitutes for repairing the body are also branches and wood... Could it be that Skirmisher is actually a puppet made of wood?

Thinking about his origin for the first time, Nanke twirled his dry fingers, thinking about it, and touched the soldier's heart.

There is no heartbeat and the body temperature is cooling.

……

Awareness emerged again, and before his pupils were fully focused, the first thing that flowed into his senses was the faint warmth remaining on the side of his body.

The skirmisher turned his head, and there was no one on the bed next to him.

His consciousness immediately cleared. He raised his upper body and climbed up. He pressed his right arm in pain with his left hand and went out to find someone.

Nanke stood at the door with an arm full of red flowers and smiled. Outside were several villagers from Yueshi Village.

"...The common people mistakenly thought that the adults were in cahoots with the shogunate, so they did not provide adequate hospitality. I feel really ashamed... If you are willing to forgive me, a good place to stay has been arranged in the village..."

"I will convey your thoughts to Miss Xiang," Nanke replied warmly, "Please come back, no matter what, Miss Xiang will do her best to calm down the changes in Qinglai Island."

Her attitude was so soft that the villagers advanced instead of retreating and invited her to have dinner in the village.

Nanke was a little overwhelmed. He refused and wanted to take care of the wounded. He retreated into the house. Because he couldn't free the door, a villager eagerly chased him through the door.

"Since you are willing to repay your kindness, why don't you bring the thank you gift to the door? Do you still want us to move our feet?" Before Nan Ke could turn around, he was grabbed by the shoulder and dragged directly behind the sudden appearance of the stragglers, "Get out!"

The stragglers spoke harshly, and the villagers were frightened and apologized profusely and left.

Both doors were slammed shut.

The sound was so loud that Nanke was so shocked that he frowned and opened his eyes. The skirmisher turned around and looked at her with eyes as cold as ice: "Have you forgotten what you said in your paramecium brain?" ?”

The momentum was so intimidating that Nanke couldn't help but step back and kicked his heels against the wall.

Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at the wall behind her, and put a hand across her eyes, completely blocking her into a situation with no way out.

The skirmisher's red eyes narrowed fiercely.

What did she say?

Nanke racked his brains to reflect.

"I'll stay here and promise not to touch you."

I was just worried that he would feel cold when he woke up, so I secretly covered him with the quilt for a while.

He had obviously wanted to kiss her a few days ago, but after his interest cooled down, his attitude changed too quickly.

Nanke was a little aggrieved, lowering her eyes and refusing to look at him. The dendrobium in her arms made a tiny scraping sound when the petals were crushed. The skirmisher made a movement and suddenly grabbed Nanke's right hand.

"The country collapses!"

The blood dendrobium in his arms was scattered on the ground, and his wrists with bloody scabs were pulled out because there was no time to deal with them.