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

Nanke knocked on the door.

The child in the silhouette was put down, and the firelight followed the woman's voice as it moved toward the door: "Who is it in the middle of the night?"

The woman opened the door and revealed half of her face. When she saw Nanke and the skirmishers, the candlestick she was holding shook and she stepped back suddenly.

"Hey, why are you panicking?" The door panel was easily blocked by a skirmisher with one hand.

"The village warned us not to have any contact with witches!" The woman lowered her head and grabbed the doorknob inside, so hard that the veins on the back of her hand protruded. "Sir, please don't embarrass me!"

"We just want to confirm something with you," Nanke asked, "Have you..."

"I didn't tell anyone about the flower! Absolutely not!" The woman interrupted her in a low voice, raising her face and pleading bloodlessly, "I swear to God! Please let me go!"

Originally, I was just asking for a crime for defacing the paper.

Nanke's reaction to the lack of three hundred taels of silver fell into Nanke's eyes, and his face became even colder: "Who did you tell?"

"I..." The woman shrank her shoulders as if overwhelmed, and the candlestick fell off her hands and rolled on the steps.

"Say!" Nanke emphasized.

"Please forgive me!" The woman's knees softened and she knelt down towards her. "You are so powerful. You just said a few words and everything will be fine! My children and I are orphans and widows. , we are dependent on each other, there is really no other way, please take this for the sake of your child..."

"Do you think we are here to do good deeds?" The soldier lifted the woman up by her collar, with a gloomy look on his face, "Do you know what happens to the guy who talks openly?"

The woman was so frightened that her teeth chattered.

"Mother?"

Perhaps they made too much noise and woke up the child who had just been put to sleep in the room. A crying call came from the dark room.

"No, Abao, don't come out!" The woman lost her voice.

The melted candle tears condensed into a small piece of white on the ground, holding the wick that was about to be extinguished, illuminating the child who walked out of the room with hesitant steps.

He looked completely different from the last time he saw Nanke.

The whole person was so thin that he lost his appearance. On the high and protruding cheekbones were a pair of black eyes. The whites of the eyes were filled with some kind of black substance, leaving only the tearful dark brown pupils moving numbly.

Nanke was all too familiar with the ominous aura exuding from him.

It's evil spirit.

The child seemed to be still conscious. When he saw his mother being bullied, he opened his mouth wide and said "ah" and stretched out his hand: "Don't, don't hit my mother..."

The nails on the open fingers are long and sharp, sparse and dense, and covered with dense short black hair.

The straggler raised his eyebrows and let go. The woman took the opportunity to grab the doorknob and closed the door with a heavy "bang".

You can vaguely hear the sound of a woman crying holding her child inside.

"Just forget it?" The soldier turned his head and asked Nanke.

"Is there any heavier punishment than this?" Nanke turned around, "Let's go back."

"But it looks like it's more than just a mental illness." Skirmisher said as he walked.

"You mean the child's hand?"

"what."

"It's indeed strange," Nanke frowned slightly, "Is that animal transformation? Even if it is the evil god from Thunderbird, it shouldn't cause such a mutation..."

Nanke had limited experience. Seeing that look, the only thing he could think of was the curse of Dog-Eating Village.

Could it be said that there are monsters in Yueshi Village?

After pondering all the way back to the door, he opened the door and met the resentful sight of Awang, who was huddled in the entrance hall under the quilt.

"Awang," Nanke bent down and touched her head, "Why are you sitting here?"

"You guys left me without saying hello." Awang said in an angry voice.

It's hard to say that he went out to attack the enemy because of the paper issue. After all, he deviated from his original intention after saying a few words. Nanke was at a loss for words and looked at the scattered soldiers.

The straggler glanced at her and said indifferently: "Why, do I have to submit an application to you when I go out to fight in the field?"

Nanke's body trembled.

The words were meant for Ah Wang. Ah Wang blinked and looked confused: "Field battle? With whom?"

"Ahem, Mr. Baimugui made an appointment to discuss with Guobeng," Nanke blocked Awang's curious eyes and stretched out his hand with a sullen face, "Go back to bed, it's so late."

"I seem to have caught a cold," Awang sniffed, and without taking Nanke's hand, he grabbed the quilt and stood up, "Then I'm going to bed, Nanke, be careful not to get cold."

Nanke said "hmm".

After washing up, I returned to my room and found a human figure inexplicably buried in the quilt on the floor.

There is also a big bamboo hat on the side.

"The country is collapsing?" Nanke opened the quilt and looked at the stragglers lying calmly underneath, as if they were in his own bed, "What are you doing in my room?"

"Aren't you going to catch a cold?" He lazily opened his eyelids.

"..." Nanke was silent for a moment, looking at the small black silk vest on his body that outlined the texture lines, and suddenly thought of grabbing this layer of material and rolling and kissing him by the pool during the day.

The sense of shame comes late.

Even if he can't, his mind can't go back to the time when he was regarded as a baby with constant warmth.

"Huh?" The skirmisher patted the mattress next to him, his eyes urging.

"I don't feel unwell," Nanke searched for reasons to refuse. As he was thinking about it, an idea suddenly came to him, "If the country collapses, how about this?"

-

Awang trekked in the desert.

Ask why?

do not know.

Awang only knew that he was going to die from the heat.

Why is the sun in the sky so poisonous? Why is my throat so dry? Why can’t I breathe out of my nose? It’s hard to breathe. I really want to drink water...

Fortunately, Awang woke up from the painful dream of hiking in the desert in time before being roasted into a dried shrimp.

What a risk, but luckily it was just a dream!

But his nose was still blocked, and the sweat on his body was real. Awang opened his mouth and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar back in front of him. His newly recovered consciousness fell out of focus again.

who? !

Awang raised his head stiffly and saw half of his fair neck on a black turtleneck and short dark purple hair.

The skirmisher seemed to have woken up a long time ago. With just the slightest movement, he turned back and stared at her quietly with his cold purple eyes.

He must not have woken up yet.

Ah Wang turned over calmly. The bed was somehow narrower than usual. He finally managed to turn over, and in front of him was another delicate and sleeping face.

As if being disturbed by Awang's movements, Nanke frowned, then quickly relaxed, opened his eyes and greeted her: "Good morning, Awang."

Awang sat upright and said incoherently: "Why, how, how, how..."

"Because we were worried about catching a cold, we squeezed in and slept together." Nanke got up and tugged at the collar of the messy sleeper, smiling, "Sure enough, it's almost summer, and it hasn't been so hot to sleep together in the past few days."

"This guy's sleep state is really bad." The skirmisher also sat up and complained with an indifferent expression.

"Why should I..." Awang glanced around at the furnishings in the room to make sure that he had not gone to the wrong place while sleepwalking. He hesitated to speak and hesitated, "Why did you..."

Did she not explain clearly enough?

Nanke reflected on what he had just said, and was about to repeat it again when Awang suddenly held his head and shouted: "It's over! My career -!!!"

After saying that, he shouted like a rocket and pushed the door open and rushed out.

Nan Ke was confused and turned to ask the straggler: "A Wang has a nightmare?"

"Who knows," the skirmisher said expressionlessly, moving his shoulders and standing up, "You are not allowed to go back to sleep. Come over and help make breakfast."

"Okay..." Nanke yawned lightly.