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

The villagers walked them all the way to the entrance of the village. Nanke had no chance to look for the woman again, so he simply gave up and asked casually: "On the day of the thunderstorm, red flowers bloomed in Yueshi Village, right?"

"Ah, that's what happened." The villager looked at Nanke and saw that she didn't continue to speak. He said to himself, "At that time, the great miko told Zaemon that it was a witchcraft used to drive away evil spirits. Let's talk about it afterwards. I picked them off without missing a beat and returned them to the adults. Do you have any questions?"

"...Nothing." Nanke frowned slightly and followed Awang's footsteps.

The only one who saw the truth about Dendrobium was the woman. That night, the woman clearly admitted that she had told the story, but so far nothing has happened.

According to the folk customs in Yueshi Village where people share the same hatred with each other, there shouldn't be any reaction.

So it turns out you really don’t know?

So, who did the woman tell about her blood?

"Ah!" Stepping into the barrier around the residence, Awang in front of him sneezed loudly, "Strange...?"

"What's wrong?" Nanke raised his eyes.

"Well, it's okay," Awang rubbed his nose, "I'm just wondering why the cold weather hasn't healed yet?"

Entering Yueshi Village again in the evening, Awang started coughing again.

It wasn't a cold, but the smell of cooking smoke during the meal was so strong that even Nanke choked and coughed a few times.

"Isn't it possible that one of the chimneys is blocked?" The same villager who led the way before walked to the door of a house holding his nose. "Adults, wait a moment. I'll tell him to stop burning."

"We also... cough, cough, cough," Awang covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, turned around and said with tears in his eyes, "Let's go check it out too..."

"anyone there?"

"Is anyone here?"

I called from door to door along the road in the village, but either no one answered, or someone came out with a rice bowl and hurriedly explained that it would be fine soon.

As the few villagers evacuated one after another, the smoke finally dispersed a little. Nanke's eyes were red from the fascination. After a while, she looked sideways and inadvertently touched the soldier next to her who was calmly looking at her with mocking eyes. .

Does this guy even bother to pretend?

"Guobeng, why aren't you afraid of choking?" Awang also noticed and asked him, rubbing his red eyes.

"It's just this level. Shouldn't it be a necessary quality for cooking practice?" The soldier raised his eyebrows.

Awang was silent: "I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

After a while, the villagers who led the way came back and said that the smoke bomb maker had rushed to someone else's house to have a meal, so that they could deal with the monsters in peace.

During the inspection, Awang had already set up simple formations in front of each house. As long as monsters dared to appear nearby, the alarm would be triggered.

They thanked the villagers, found a crossroads, and waited.

"What if the monster doesn't show up?" Nanke leaned against the back wall of a house on the roadside.

"Those who are so hungry that they steal food every day can't stop just because we show up." Awang tossed his bow and caught it boredly beside him. "Monsters are creatures with strong instincts and stubbornness. It's better to say that we take all the things here. Why did it drive away all the troublesome humans and strengthen its determination to commit the crime?"

"What if it still doesn't come?"

"It shows that it is smart enough. For monsters like this, as long as you show enough sincerity, you can get a chance to communicate with it." Awang smiled, raised his index finger and waved, "Compared to communicating with humans, it is better to communicate with monsters It’s much simpler.”

It would be nice if it really was a monster.

Nanke sighed secretly.

At night, Awang began to recite various mantras in order not to feel sleepy.

Nan Ke felt dizzy while listening to it, as if he was dreaming back to the late night self-study of mathematics class in his previous life.

She rubbed her brows and looked tiredly across the path. The skirmisher was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, his bamboo hat quietly hiding his face in the darkness.

After this morning, Skirmisher hadn't said a word to her.

Although I was also in a mess, I was the first to be defeated when faced with his coldness.

"The country collapsed," Nanke straightened up, crossed the path with full probing and flattery, opened a gauze curtain, lowered his head slightly and looked in, "Can I lean on your shoulder for a while?"

Follow consistent experience.

As long as he agrees, it means he won't be angry.

The beautiful face with dim light and shadow below turned sideways, and the upturned red eyes narrowed indifferently: "Why should I let you lean on my shoulder?"

He was still in a bad mood because of what happened in the morning.

How dare he lose his composure to such an extent with a mere piece of wood, it was a great shame and humiliation.

Nanke pursed his lips slightly and lowered his eyes.

The same tone again.

Catch someone off guard and give them a critical hit.

But maybe her mood had changed, and she felt more troubled than being hit.

With such words and sentences, as long as she still has a little hope, she can easily find room to cheer up again.

Just like it is now.

Because what he said was not "no".

Is it just a habit of speaking, or is it intentional...

Nanke's reflex arc was forced to lengthen, and he fell silent, trying to think about the meaning behind this sentence.

The skirmishers stared at the corners of her lips that became tighter and tighter, and gradually frowned.

As for being so disappointed?

I couldn't help but review my tone and words just now.

You're not saying that too much, right?

Do you really want to rest on his shoulder?

Before Nanke could figure out the reason, the shoulders in his field of vision suddenly moved slightly, and then the back of his head was pressed down with a force.

Nanke was startled for a moment and looked up at the skirmishers.

Half of her expressionless side face looked through the gauze at the rough brick wall in front of her, as if the palm falling on her hair had nothing to do with him.

The meaning of "Why should I let you lean on my shoulder" turns out to be "yes"?

In an instant, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

Nanke couldn't help but curl his lips, move his head and rub his palm: "The country collapsed."

Skirmishers still ignore people.

"Thank you."

"..." The skirmisher glanced over as if giving alms, and after a long while, his tone was flat, "Childish."

After Awang finished reciting a spell with his eyes open, he saw Nanke resting on the shoulder of the skirmisher and taking a peaceful nap.

"The country is falling, can you let me lean on you for a while?" Ah Wang smiled and walked to the other side of the stragglers.

Even though there was a layer of gauze that softened the edges and corners, the eyes revealed still remained sharp: "Huh?"

Ah Wang was so frightened that he consciously slapped his naughty mouth.

The skirmisher hummed.

Awang, who had driven away the sleepyhead as he wished, returned to his original spot and continued to wait.