Awang's cold never got good, he sneezed and had a runny nose all day long, and the time to start making paper again kept getting pushed back.

Asase Hibiki's return date has not yet been determined, so he asked Snake Eyes to convey the accident that happened here, but he only received a faint "I understand" in response.

Ah Wang was a little uneasy: "Nanke, what if I fail to complete Master's mission and let Master down?"

"Miss Xiang will understand," Nanke brought the cooked medicinal soup to her, "Drink it."

Ah Wang let out a "squeak", took a deep breath, looked at death with a look on his face, pinched his nose and drank it in one breath.

Nanke watched Awang drop her face in pain and stuck out her tongue, and suddenly remembered that she was allergic to dog hair before.

There should be no problem with the prescription, but the symptoms have not improved. Could it be that it is not a cold, but that Awang has rhinitis again?

The reason may be dust, pollen, or seasonal changes or acclimatization.

It just so happens that for this most elusive ailment, there is no place in this world to check for allergens...

"Hey, there's trouble coming to the door again," Nanke muttered, and the skirmisher entered the entrance carrying a large sack and said in a long voice, "Hurry up and get rid of this unsightly pile of garbage."

He is always unhappy and throws things away.

"Those people are so shameless, huh," Awang glanced at the wild vegetables and fruits piled on the floor like a hill, and stood up, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

Nanke also stood up and went to the door to purify the food contaminated by evil spirits.

It is unknown who the thieves were, but they were willing to hand over the melons and fruits at the entrance, which at least meant that the misunderstanding had been resolved.

A faint black energy precipitated and dissipated from the melons and fruits with the injection of elemental power. Nanke stopped and shouted "National Collapse". The stragglers ignored her, so she had to pack her things and move back outside the barrier.

Halfway through, Nanke ran out of energy, let go and put his hands on his hips, exhaling.

Heavy as hell.

"Well, why don't you let us in and do it yourself?" The villager waiting outside the barrier said cautiously.

Nanke looked over but didn't answer. He took a short rest and moved the sack over in one go.

"...Thank you, girl." The villager said sheepishly.

The first few times he had to deal with them were skirmishers. According to his temperament, he would probably have a bad look and even make some mocking remarks.

No wonder the other party has such an expression.

"You're welcome." Nanke thought for a while and finally replied with a polite word.

She turned around and went back when a loud voice suddenly shouted from behind: "That!"

Nanke stopped and looked back.

"I'm very sorry!" The villager bowed deeply, "I didn't investigate clearly before, and I misunderstood you!"

First, he helped Yueshi Village survive a thunderstorm, and then he presented flowers to the fallen soldiers. The summer festival was just a threat. Not only was he not angry when he was accused of stealing, he also kindly gave them prey and helped purify the food.

Since Nanke and his group came to Qinglai Island, they have been doing good deeds in obscurity.

Even their meals were taken care of by them. After most of the villagers woke up from their hatred of the shogunate after the war, they actually felt very guilty.

"It was those villagers who were impulsive that day. If you are willing, another day... No! Just today! Before the sun sets! They will come to apologize to you face to face!

The villager's apology was sincere, his head bowed deeply and his hands clenched at his sides.

"No need," Nanke took a few glances at his attitude and smiled, "We are from Narukami Island after all. We should try to avoid any contact that may cause trouble to each other."

"G-girl!"

Nanke waved to him and returned to the house.

Although he rejected the so-called apology, Nanke felt somewhat relaxed after being forgiven by the villagers of Yueshi.

If there are any benefits...

As soon as Nanke entered the door, he heard Awang's loud sneeze.

Maybe it would be a little more convenient if I had to live somewhere with better air.

Nanke let out a sigh of relief and went to look for the skirmishers again, like a big grudge.

After he came back from taking a wild bath that day, he became even more depressed. Although he kept a straight face all day long, it didn't look much different at first glance, but even Awang felt the low pressure and started to walk around him. It was not an option to continue like this.

"The country collapsed?" Nanke knocked on his door.

The door was ajar, and as for answering her... it didn't exist.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a draft hit the room. The stragglers sat on the dark floor behind the sliding door like a doll, looking at the melancholy cloudy sky outside.

Nanke closed the door with his backhand, thought for a moment, and turned on the small door bolt behind him.

The skirmisher looked back at her with an expression that was hard to explain: "What are you doing?"

"I'll come and see you when I have time," Nanke said bluntly and asked, "Why are you unhappy when the country collapses?"

"Humph." He turned away and continued to look at the gray clouds outside.

Nanke walked over and looked at his tight lip line inquiringly, wondering if kissing him would make him feel better. As soon as his head came close to his face, he was pushed away.

"Don't get so close." The skirmisher's voice was stiff.

Who keeps brewing her stuff without saying a word?

Nanke himself was used to it, but he started to enter the innocent mode?

Nanke walked around in front of him to block his view: "Guobeng, if you are dissatisfied with anything, you can tell it."

"Not satisfied?" Xingbing Yu looked at her condescendingly, with a mocking curve on his lips, "As long as you don't stand here, at least half of my dissatisfaction can be eliminated."

"Is it because of this place..." Nanke lowered his hand to point to his hakama belt.

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped away by a skirmisher: "You woman, don't you have any reserve at all?!"

"I've touched it all," Nanke was in a good mood today, cheekily, a little blush appeared on his cheeks, imitating his tone, "I've touched even the inside."

"Oh, shameless..."

"Really don't want it?" Nan Ke patiently approached, pretending not to feel the increasingly hot temperature on his face, and asked tentatively.

Not long ago, the guy who was forced to cry because he "kissed him if he didn't like it" actually did this easily.

Sure enough, something went wrong somewhere.

The skirmisher ignored her and lowered his eyes to think about what went wrong.

Is it because there is an organ missing?

Something that only showed the ugly desires of human beings actually caused her thoughts to run wild to such an extent overnight...

Tsk.

That kind of thing, if he had it...

The skirmisher looked more like a doll with his eyes lowered and quiet.

He seemed to have made up his mind not to pay attention to her, but Nanke had no choice but to sit down on the edge with his knees at a distance of a fist, resting his head on his knees and turning his head to admire.

The doll is truly made with extraordinary craftsmanship. Even with a black face, it is very eye-catching.

The soft and shiny dark purple hair, the fair and flawless skin, and the clear-cut eyebrows are so exquisite and beautiful that they can only be admired through the glass showcase.

Now it's by his side.

The deep eyes that hold back the sharpness are as vivid as real human beings.

Is it just that a small part of it that is similar to a human was missing when it was created? Do you care that much about it?

That kind of thing, if he had it...

Nanke tightened his arms slightly and hid the lower half of his face in his knees.

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