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

Although they refused to apologize, in the evening, the villagers came anyway.

Before Awang could swallow his first mouthful of rice, people outside started shouting "Sir", "Girl", "Miko" and so on at the top of their lungs.

Nan Ke listened for a while, and probably couldn't calm down for a while. He put down his chopsticks and asked, "Want to go out and take a look?"

"Go!" Awang stood up, his cheeks so bulging that they were about to explode, "How can anyone apologize like mourning! If they cause trouble again, I will have to punish them!"

However, when he walked out aggressively and saw a row of villagers bowing at ninety degrees outside the barrier, Awang couldn't help but slow down, and doubts tugged at Nanke's clothes.

"Are they really here to apologize?"

Nanke glanced at the people standing in front of him. Including the short-haired villager, the few who came to look for trouble that day were indeed among them.

However, two of them were forced to bend their heads down by the people next to them.

"Please get up," Nanke said warmly, "We understand your kindness. If we can stay in peace in the future, it will be the greatest help to us."

"I'm so sorry!" the villagers shouted, raising their heads one after another.

Nanke and the others have lived here for so long, and they know who among them is the best to talk to.

Not seeing the stragglers, they were visibly relieved. Their eyes fell on Nanke, and they all showed dumbfounded expressions for no reason.

"Well, it is true that we had a misunderstanding about the food theft, and we had offended many people before." The villager who had spoken to Nanke earlier was the first to put his expression back and coughed lightly, "Please forgive me, adults. "

"Yeah, I understand, so can we go back and continue eating?" Ah Wang raised his hands and imitated the cold behavior of a skirmisher.

"This is our little thought!" Another villager quickly picked up a small wine jar with both hands. "This is the best wine in the village. I hope the adults will accept it!"

Nanke and Awang looked at each other.

Bring wine to the miko?

"It can be used to sweep away insects, or to heal wounds and offer sacrifices," the villager carrying the wine said shamefully, "There is really nothing more valuable in the village."

"If the adults don't accept it, we will benefit in vain and feel ashamed." Another person next to him said.

"I know." It was just a small wine jar, and it didn't look like it had any mystery. Nanke thought for a while, stretched out his hand to take it from the barrier, "I hope our prejudices against each other can end here. It's getting late. Everyone, please come back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Awang turned around first.

Before the rice was cold, Awang put the wine jar on the table and opened it, smelled it, and frowned: "Nanke, why did you accept it? Doesn't it look like we are taking their benefits?"

"What would you think if someone you hated for a long time was nice to you for no reason?" Nanke asked.

"Ah? Hmm..." Awang rolled his eyes, thinking of something, with a look of confusion on his face, "It's like Guobeng suddenly bandaging my wound?"

"As long as we stay here, they have to ask for something from us. Instead of letting them be so suspicious, it is better to treat it as a transaction openly and make each other feel more comfortable." Nanke curled his lips and resealed the wine jar. Put it aside, "If you're worried, just leave it alone. Let's eat."

"By the way, why don't Guobeng come out to eat today?" A Wang looked back at the soldiers' bedroom and asked doubtfully.

"I'll send him in later." Nanke ran his tongue across his teeth, feeling helpless.

Extending one's head and retracting one's head are also one knife.

Anyway, sooner or later he will be caught by skirmishers.

Surprisingly, the room was empty.

Nanke looked at the door for a long time with the food in hand before he mustered up the courage to walk in and shouted: "The country is collapsing?"

No one answered, as if he went out again at some point.

Are you that angry?

Nanke pursed his lower lip slightly.

I noticed the marks on my neck while washing dishes.

The clear water waves were caught off guard and reflected little red marks. Nanke was startled for a moment, took out the bowl and lowered his head, and looked carefully. A cluster of flames suddenly shot through the tips of his heart, mouth and ears.

Nanke covered his neck with a "pop" and fell back in horror.

Awang was feeding the rabbit nearby, shaking the leaves that had just been soaked in wine, trying to trick the rabbit into eating it. He was startled by Nanke's movement: "What's going on? Are there mosquitoes again?"

"Awang..." Nanke covered the hickey, her face flushed, and she spoke incoherently, "I...did you see it?"

"Ah?" Ah Wang's eyes fell on the red mark that couldn't be hidden between Nanke's fingers, and he suddenly said, "Oh, it's such a large area, it's hard to miss it, right?"

Nanke's breath was stuck in his throat and he couldn't come up or go down.

"It's strange to say that I haven't been bitten by a mosquito this year. Why do the mosquitoes on Qinglai Island have a special liking for you?" Awang looked innocent and shook the grass in his hand, "I happened to have some wine. Wait until I try some poison and rub it on you, it will heal quickly."

Nanke responded casually, covered his face and ran away.

Wait a moment……?

She also went out to meet the villagers.

Nanke covered his neck with one hand and stopped.

The surprise on the faces of the villagers when they looked up was clearly visible.

Nanke bit his lip, tilted his head, hit his forehead on the wall next to him, and slowly slid down the wall.

...I really want to die.

As soon as Baimugui opened the door, he saw Nanke facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked: "The country collapsed, your family was demoted today?"

Nanke shivered and looked sideways.

The Hundred-Eyed Ghost was soaked to the skin, his entire face was as dark as if it had been smeared with coal, and the strong elemental power on his body had not dissipated.

Standing behind him was a skirmisher, also wet, with dripping hair sticking to the corners of his eyes, looking at her with deep eyes.

"Oh, it's like this. I was patrolling the beach today and encountered the Sword Demon again," the Hundred-Eyed Ghost grinned and explained, "Oh, the wind element's mechanism is really difficult to deal with. Guobeng kicked it out of the air in the middle of the process. , it still managed to escape... After it was over, Aunt Asase said she wanted to give a few words to little Awang, so I came over with Guobeng to disturb her."

The Hundred-Eyed Ghost spoke loudly, and Ah Wang ran out holding the drunk rabbit in his arms, his eyes shining: "What did Master say?!"

Baimu Gui went in with Awang without any hesitation. Halfway across the entrance, Nanke lowered his head and watched two straight calves approaching step by step.

"Aren't you going to run away?" It was a sneer at the beginning.

She squatted there like a quail, pulled down the corners of her mouth, and said dryly: "...My legs are numb."

The skirmisher was silent for a second, then stepped over Nanke. Nanke resentfully touched the hickey on his neck. As soon as he put his hand on the wall, he was lifted up.

With a cross-hugging posture, he walked past Awang and Baimugui who were sitting in the main hall. Baimugui glanced sideways at them.

And out of sight, Nanke's calf was being kneaded violently.

Don't let this feeling be too sour. Nanke's face wrinkled into a ball, and he waited until he returned to the room before suppressing his voice and saying, "Oh, don't touch it!"

"Ha," he went out to find a fight, and the skirmisher felt much better. Seeing her face full of pain, he lowered his gaze and fell on the red mark on her thin white neck. His eyes moved, maintaining a cold expression. His expression said, "When Baimu Gui leaves, you'd better give me an explanation."

Nanke was thrown on the bed with these words.

Seeing the back of the straggler turning away, she was a little confused. She adjusted her posture and sat up, her mind filled with questions.

Just leave like that?

The finger that touched the skirmisher was stained with a little moisture. Nanke lifted it up and licked it. It smelled of salty sea water.

By the time the skirmishers drove away the Hundred-Eyed Ghost, dealt with the chattering Awang, and washed away the smelly sea smell from his body before entering, Nanke had already fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt.

Skirmisher: "..."

His whole face fell down.

Gee, I really want to give her an unpleasant nickname.