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

Immediately someone handed a box into the doctor's hands.

The "skirmisher" stared at the palm-sized box handed to him by the doctor's hand. He clenched his fingers hanging on the inside of his coat, and his face remained emotionless: "What's inside?"

"You'll know after you open it and take a look." The doctor tapped his index finger on the lid of the box.

There was a dull sound in the box, as if it was filled with carefully selected gifts.

The "skirmisher" was obviously not interested, and he did not reach out to pick it up. Facing the box that almost hit his face, he frowned, took a step back, and was about to turn around and continue to clear the way.

The doctor laughed and had no choice but to open it himself: "This is a perfect work that is rare to find."

The box is full of blood.

Due to the exquisite workmanship, not a drop leaked out, and the bright red blood was quietly soaked in a beautifully shaped heart that was still beating slightly.

Whether this was dug out from the chest of a dead soldier or cut out from the ribs of a monster, the "skirmisher" did not ask.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his whole body, including the nerves in the injured area, began to tremble subtly.

Nanke could only feel the changes in his body, but could not sense emotions.

However, at this moment, when she saw the heart in the box, the anger in her heart instantly set off a prairie fire, synchronized with the body of the doll.

What you see when you open the box.

What's in the box.

The doctor did not hide his malice at all and deliberately created this scene.

Standing high on the perpetrator's seat with self-righteousness, and playing with the stragglers who don't know the truth yet, this guy...!

Nanke grabbed the doctor's neck, which was tied with a beautiful silk scarf: "You guy!"

"Oh, oh, oh," the doctor's smile did not change, and he even looked at her expression with some appreciation, "Are you angry, doll? Am I just being kind?"

"Shut up! Dotore, one day we will catch you, Niwa-sama, Kaneo, and Katsuragi's enemies..."

She said what she wanted to say, but the voice she made was not her own.

The sudden sense of dissonance made Nanke stop suddenly.

"Then you kill me," the doctor mocked her without any resistance. "Kill me who has many 'slices', like a god, and has eternal life - can you do it? You stupid, I have been living with my enemies day and night for hundreds of years, and in the end I have to rely on others to learn the so-called truth..."

It is difficult to tell whether this anger belongs to himself or to "stragglers".

His fingers tightened, wanting to crush the smug doctor in front of him into pieces.

Skirmishers can definitely do it.

She can definitely do it now that she is among the skirmishers.

So what if you talk sweetly and have a sword in your belly? Are you still speechless?

The soft skin under the fingers sank deeply, and the Adam's apple rolled weakly between the cartilages. The half-fox-like smile began to fail to hold on, pain emerged, and it turned redder and redder.

Even if it's just a slice, this is the Doctor.

Having too many lives is a good thing, right?

In this way, there will be countless opportunities to cut him into pieces and repay everyone's grudges.

kill him……

kill him!

Countless voices were like devils whispering in her ears. Nanke watched the doctor's dying state in her hands for a moment.

The more the flame of hatred burns, the other side, like the flame reflecting some inconspicuous shadow, the sense of dissonance begins to amplify in the mind.

This is not right.

This overwhelming murderous intention was not hers.

She should have had many people to hate.

But she didn't choose to hate.

Except for herself.

Not to mention asking anyone to die for their lives.

Except for herself.

The doctor's end should not be in her hands, let alone this...

By the way, this is a skirmisher’s dream!

Nanke suddenly let go, stepped back and looked at his hands.

She is also wearing black wrist guards. Is she a skirmisher? !

"Aren't you going to do it?" The doctor stood there, his smile reappeared, his mask fell off, and half of his face was covered in thick fog. "Don't you really want to kill me?"

He hooked up the soft scarf, caressed the slender and fragile neck with four fingers, and approached her step by step: "If the doctor hadn't played tricks, Niyu could be reunited with his wife and daughter, and Kaneo Miyazaki could become a real hero. , Gui Mu will go to the society to work as a matchmaker, and Yu Yu Changzheng's arm will be intact forever...turning this future into ashes again and again, don't you want to kill me?"

Words of provocation always make people fall easily.

If the person standing here was not Nanke, but a skirmisher, he would definitely take action no matter what consequences he suffered.

Because this dream was a nightmare from the beginning.

In the past, we talked and laughed with our enemies and stood side by side.

Constrained by the lies deliberately woven, he committed the sin of killing and was stained with filth that could never be washed away.

If you can regret it.

Even if they kill their past selves together, the skirmishers will choose this without hesitation.

But here is Nanke.

Compared to the doctor who ruthlessly trampled on the fate of many people for no reason other than his own selfish desires.

The skirmishers were positioned much further forward.

"Don't get close to him!" Nanke hugged the body and backed away from the doctor.

At the same time, the surrounding earth and mountains began to break and collapse.

Dreams become unstable.

"It's really..." the doctor murmured with a smile, like a glass statue that began to dislocate along the dense and irregular cracks, "it's so helpless..."

Nanke couldn't help but raise his voice: "Wait a minute! Where did you take the country's collapse!?"

"Since you won, it doesn't hurt to tell you."

With a "crash", the doctor was torn apart.

"A place you absolutely cannot escape from..."

The voice fell and the nightmare broke.

It was as if a veil had finally been lifted, and the eyes suddenly became brighter.

Under the blazing white light is a dark wooden table with three or four teaching aids on it.

Nanke held the pen in her hand, and the tip of the pen was slightly raised in the shadow of her bowed head. On the blank horizontal line, there were pen and ink smeared together with small wet marks.

His eyes widened slightly, and the writing on the book blurred.

She...is crying?

"Nanke, I'm sorry."

The door was pushed open very gently, and a pale and thin girl walked in slowly.

About ten years old, with beautiful long black hair and a little baby fat on his face. Nan Ke has seen that face since he was a child.

Another tear streaked across his face and fell.

"Don't cry," Nan Yi panicked, grabbed the paper from the corner of the table, and handed it to Nan Ke's eyes, "I'm sorry, I've already told my mother, I don't need that kind of thing."

Nanke held the pen tighter and couldn't say a word.

Nan Yi drooped her eyebrows and curled her lips, trying to force a smile: "So, don't cut your hair."