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

at the same time.

"Meow..." A dizzy sleeper came out of Sora's chest and flowed limply to the ground.

"Young man, are you from outside?!" The stunned villagers finally reacted and swarmed up, surrounding Kong. "What's going on at the beach? Have the shogunate troops been driven away? Have you seen... "

Nanke observed for a few seconds and made sure Sora could handle it, then turned back to look at the skirmishers.

The skirmishers looked even more hostile.

Is it because he fought in the Abyss, and will Sora become the leader of the Abyss Order in the future?

"The country is collapsing." Nanke walked up to the soldier despite the frightening expression and shook his hand. "Calm down."

"..." Feeling the familiar touch, the skirmisher finally looked away.

The lingering anger touched her calm and gentle face, and she slowly calmed down silently. Then, as if he was dissatisfied with her, the soldier let out a cold snort and looked away.

Nanke pulled the skirmisher towards Sora in the crowd.

In just one word between her and the skirmishers, the villagers who had been impatient just a moment ago had become silent, and even worse, they collapsed and cried while sitting on the ground.

It goes without saying what the situation is like outside.

Kong held the still unconscious Mao Zizi in his arms, saw Nanke and the skirmishers approaching, and stepped out of the crowd sideways.

"Take a step to speak." Nanke said first.

Sora nodded doubtfully.

Nanke and Xingbing stayed in a house that had lost its owner.

Qinglai Island under the thunderstorm felt like a long night, and the indoor light was particularly dark. Nanke lit a candle and put it on the table. The sleeping bed in Kong's arms suddenly let out a loud "meow" and jumped out of Kong's arms. Jump at her.

"ring!"

Nanke took a breath, and his nose suddenly became sour again.

Kong looked at her in shock: "Is this your cat?"

"It's the cat of a friend of mine." Nanke sat down and put Fuzi in his arms.

"Ring? Ring?" Fuzi raised his big confused eyes and kept picking at her hand with his soft paw pads, expecting an answer.

"Miss Xiang...went to a very far place," Nanke muttered, rubbing its head, "Behave, be good."

Fuzi looked at her without blinking, not knowing how he understood this sentence. He suddenly swung his tail, turned around and sat down facing the door, and began to lick his paws intently.

Nanke breathed softly and heard Kong ask: "Can you tell me how you know my name?"

"I am also a descendant." Nanke looked up at Kong.

Sora was stunned.

"I carved Ying's name on the statue, did you see it?" Nanke asked.

"Well!" Kong's eyes lit up, he took out a stone piece from under his cloak and placed it on the table in front of her, "So, you have met my sister?!"

On the stone chip is the complete word "ying", which is undoubtedly cut from the statue of the god. Under the beating candlelight, Kong's eyes seem to be shining, with a slightly gloomy joy, and his body can't help but Lean forward and stare at her.

Nanke shook his head and spoke in time before Sora's hope failed: "But I know some information about Ying. Sora, can I use this information to exchange information about World Tree with you?"

"Of course!" Sora sat upright without thinking.

Nanke breathed a sigh of relief: "My name is Nanke, I come from a different world than you, Ying..."

From his death in Mondstadt five hundred years later, to his journey to the seven countries in search of his brother, Nanke held back everything he knew.

Nanke watched Kong's expression change from joy at the beginning, to shock, to silence at the end.

"...When I came to Teyvat, Ying was still in Xumi, and the next place I wanted to go to should be Fontaine." Nanke stopped talking, "I'm sorry, Kong, this shouldn't be a problem for you. That’s great news.”

"No, news is already good news," Kong exhaled a long breath and quickly regained his gentle expression, "To be honest, the reason why Ying and I are intertwined in time and space is probably caused by the World Tree. This matter I need to start from the beginning, it’s a bit complicated, and because of some taboos, I will use images that are not easy to understand to describe it, okay?”

Nanke nodded.

Kong pondered for a moment: "If you compare the universe to a sea of ​​flowers, please imagine that somewhere there is a vast sea of ​​flowers that blooms all year round and has no end..."

The sea of ​​flowers is always blooming, but the individual flowers among them will continue to be born and withered, sometimes becoming nutrients for the soil, and sometimes causing chain decay.

It all begins with a nameless flower, a seed sown by despair as it is swallowed up by black corruption.

If it sprouts in this dangerous soil, it will be contaminated and die before it has time to grow.

The seed that remembers the lesson of the flower knows it very well, so after thinking about it in various ways, it builds a hard shell for itself.

Since there are dangers outside, just grow in this shell and wait until you are strong enough to face the dangers outside.

This is the original intention of seeds.

Just like the young embryo of an egg, the seed germinates and grows smoothly in the shell as expected. The dense root system covers the shell, and the rhizomes are coiled and strong.

Seeing that the flowering stage was about to arrive, the seed thought about the danger outside, thought about it, and pinched off its own flower.

Now is not the time.

When is the time?

Anyway, it must be in the distant future.

The seeds restrain themselves and continue to grow.

The thick shell is gradually swollen by the internal rhizome, as thin as paper, but the seed still has not made up its mind. At this time, other seeds came in from the outside world.

Seeds happily share their shelter with other seeds, but when a second seed comes in, it inevitably breaks through the shell, and the decay from the outside invades.

The seed chose to plug this gap with its own vitality.

The seed then dies.

The second seed volunteered to take over the burden of maintaining the world in the shell.

It diligently cleans up the seven taproots left behind by the first seed. Only the paranoid desire for the outside world remains in those roots. If things go on like this, this precious shell will be destroyed.

But the second seed soon realized that even if the seven main roots were destroyed, a huge number of secondary roots from the first seed still remained inside the shell. It was not the owner of the shell and could not perfectly monitor every tip probing the outside of the world.

So the second seed abandoned its role as a seed and gave up its germination.

Through the corpses of six of the seven taproots that have been eliminated, he connected himself to the dense network of the first seed and gave birth to a "center" that was comparable to the first generation and was able to control the entire world.

The will is sworn in the eternally pure utopia.

——This is the duty of the acting master.

Although that master will never come back again.

——The "roots" who have been granted freedom, you are also allowed to live happily.

Because any development that crosses the boundary will fall into the eyes of the "second one" and will be cut off before it touches the shell of the world.

——Finally made "seven" oaths.

The sins of one have been forgiven, until all the holes of seven have been forgiven, and the world will bloom with public hope.