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

The white cloak was not stained by dust, and gradually drifted into the dark mountains with Kong's brisk footsteps.

Nanke withdrew his gaze and turned around. Countless villagers were carrying simple bags and being led by shogunate soldiers on the path out of the village. They were crying and comforting in a low voice.

The skirmisher walked around the guy blocking the way and walked towards her: "We have nothing to do from now on."

"Well," Nanke breathed a sigh of relief, "it's time for us to leave."

Before the team leader found the skirmishers again, Nanke hugged his bed and left with the skirmishers from the deserted other side of Yueshi Village.

There must be casualties among officers, soldiers and villagers.

But it’s also a great opportunity to break down stereotypes and rebuild bonds.

They should not continue to interfere as passers-by.

They went straight to the beach.

The dark thunderclouds of Cheonglai Island have spread all the way to the sea. There are countless shipwrecks stranded on the beach. The miserable remains of severed limbs are like abandoned waste that no one cares about, regardless of the pirates or the shogunate. They are scattered randomly on the tide line. Into one piece.

Nanke held his breath and passed between them along the coastline.

After searching for more than an hour, Asase Hibiki was still nowhere to be seen.

Was there no body left, or was it washed farther away by the waves?

"Squeak--" A small splash of water jumped up from the sea in the distance.

Nanke looked over and saw a white dolphin swimming hard towards this side, seemingly holding something in its mouth.

Nanke walked towards it on the waves.

The seawater was up to his waist and he was a little unsteady. The dolphin raised its eyes and looked at Nanke, as if to confirm something, and then handed the thing in its mouth into Nanke's hand.

It's a broken bow.

The bow is painted purple and decorated with gold and stones, which is gorgeous and chilling.

Nanke held the broken Feilei tightly, remained silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch the soft tip of the dolphin's nose: "Thank you."

"Zhizhi——" The dolphin rolled along her hand, then plunged into the water, flapping its powerful tail fin and swam away to the deep sea.

Nanke was shaken by the turbulent sea water, and before he could stand still, he was lifted up into the sky by his collar.

Nanke turned his head, and next to his head was Bezi, who was also being held up by the back of his neck and hanging in the air.

The skirmisher flew slowly towards the shore: "Are you still looking for it?"

"no need."

"Don't care about that girl Awang?"

"I'm still alive, and Awang should be alive too," Nanke hugged Fei Lei tightly, "She will definitely come back to us."

"Really?" The skirmisher said with an expression of no expectation.

Nanke enshrined Asase Hibiki's relics in the shrine of Asase Shrine.

He had never noticed it before. It wasn't until his bow hit something round and round in the shrine that Nanke realized there was something inside. He reached out and pulled it out, and it was a small handkerchief tied into a ball.

Nanke untied it in surprise and saw the black soil wrapped inside. He was startled and smiled.

Awang said that he would find a shrine to offer mud to Kanexiong's graves.

She wrapped the soil again, put it in together with Feilei, closed the door of the shrine, and said a few prayers.

Kaneo, Miss Hibiki, and everyone... bless Awang in peace.

The rescue ship sent by Tianling Array House left the next day, and the entire Qinglai Island was completely empty, with only Nanke and scattered soldiers remaining.

There is also bed.

As time passed, the clouds in the sky gradually shrank back toward the vortex over the island. After about two months, the thunderstorms generally calmed down.

Although separated by a bay, the island on the opposite side still looks like a desperate situation on earth, but here at the shrine, some bright sunshine can finally leak through the clouds.

It was midsummer, and the tomatoes transplanted by Nanke from Yueshi Village happened to bear the first batch of successful fruits.

"The country is collapsing!" Nanke ran into the shrine holding three or four freshly picked tomatoes, "What do you think of these?"

The skirmisher was wearing a cyan coat and long black hakama, with his sleeves tied up, and he was standing in the kitchen chopping vegetables.

He turned around after hearing the sound, but his eyes did not fall on Tomato, but stopped on Nanke's fair and exposed arms.

She was wearing his clothes.

There is no way, the summer at sea is too sultry. Let alone Nanke, no modern person can bear to wear long sleeves in such weather.

Nanke also stared at the skirmishers' cool short clothes with envy for half a month before finally making up his mind yesterday - to take off the skirmishers' clothes.

He wouldn't be hot anyway.

The tailor-made doll clothes are particularly curvy on Nan Ke. The thin silk fabric is soaked with sweat, revealing the dark vest underneath. The belt is hastily tied in half a knot to properly tie the undulating lines above. , and under the short straight trousers were two long legs, as sweaty as her body.

"They've all been picked," the skirmisher swept away the bullets that were waiting to jump up on the cutting board to eat, "wash them clean and bring them over."

After receiving the order, Nanke ran in at small steps, put down the tomatoes, lowered his head to open the water tank, and the emotions in the corners of his eyes and brows were as soft as feathers.

The skirmishers were in a good mood, at least not bad.

The human life that we once dreamed of was just like this, calm and uneventful, mixed with daily boredom.

Nanke scooped up some water and splashed the sweat on his face and arms before he started washing the vegetables.

The fresh and ripe tomatoes had soft skin and were plump and red as bright as gems. Nan Ke washed them carefully and asked without raising his head: "Guobeng, can I save one for cold salad later?"

"Cold salad? What to mix with?"

"Didn't you use sweet flowers to make candy last time?"

"...Thank you for being able to figure it out." Perhaps this is a way of eating that has not yet been developed in this world, and the skirmisher expressed a faint dislike.

That being said, when Nanke opened the sugar bowl, the skirmishers had already cut the tomato slices she wanted.

It looks like there's obviously more than one pill.

Nanke thought for a moment, then sprinkled more sugar on it than expected.

It tastes sour and sweet in the mouth, and the unmelted sugar crystals have a grainy fragrance, which is a familiar taste of summer.

Nanke sipped the sweet taste and looked at the skirmishers.

Just hearing the sound of her stirring, the man's brows frowned in displeasure.

"The country collapsed," Nan Ke put a piece in front of him and asked, "It's not greasy, do you want to try it?"

Should he be blind or deaf?

She clearly poured a lethal amount of sugar into it.

The skirmisher dodged slightly and gave the carrot in his hand a final blow: "Go out to eat, don't leave it here."

"Okay." Nanke muttered, raised his head slightly, and promptly stuffed the sugar-mixed tomato that was beginning to release juice into his mouth.

The light red juice flowed down along the shape of the lips, and when it reached halfway, she stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it twice.

There is nothing elegant about eating and drinking.

The tip of the skirmisher's tongue moved upward against the roof of his mouth.

Just as Nanke was about to pick up the plate and go out, a hand stretched out from the side and held him down.

She turned her head in confusion and was met with an unexpected kiss.

The summer air is getting hotter.

Fuzi took the opportunity to touch the stove again, using his pointed cat paws to pick up a piece of fish fillet with superb knife skills.

After chewing furtively, the two people were still inseparable.

So I went to sleep, chirped, and started eating openly and openly.

After kissing for a while, Nanke was taken outside in a daze, with his back pressed on the cold bamboo mat.

The skirmisher's hand touched the water at some point, and when she reached it in, the cold made her shudder.

"The country collapsed." Nanke grabbed his wrist and pushed his face buried in the crook of his neck, panting, "Are you coming again? Later..."

She was still covered in sweat.

"Go now." The skirmisher picked her up.

In a shallow pool of water, Nanke was forced into a corner.

The untied arm rope was used to tie a tight knot on Nanke's wrist and looped around her neck. The other end rubbed down her back and was held straight in the hand of the skirmisher.

If she dared to push him again, she would be strangled.

"The country collapses...!"

Suddenly, the thin sound pressed in the throat could no longer be suppressed, and the screams with different pitches flooded out along with the blank consciousness.

The skirmisher had already let go of the rope, relaxed his mouth and looked up, and saw Nanke's cheeks were flushed, and his whole body was tense and trembling.

Human intimacy is no different to him than breathing or eating, which are meaningless behaviors learned through imitation.

however.

Just the close contact between skin and skin, just hearing her suppressed voice, amplified and out of control at his mercy.

He felt more satisfied than ever.

Abuse in the name of love is really unstoppable.

The skirmisher's hand brushed Nanke's waistline, and the soft purple hair on the temples followed the dense kiss, moving upwards, scratching the flat belly, and the rapidly rising and falling chest, scattered on Nanke's ears.

Nanke turned away to hide, but he was suppressed by the skirmishers and exchanged a soft and deep kiss.

The white flowers in her field of vision were blurred, leaving only the bright cold purple eyes in front of her eyes, swaying back and forth in the light of tears according to the rhythm of her exhalation and inhalation.

"Why are you crying?" The soldier wiped the moist corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "I didn't bite you."

Nanke choked and shook his head, speechless, his throat seemed to be on fire.

The skirmisher chuckled and fiddled with her twice casually with his other hand before finally pulling away.

Nanke's throat tightened again and he let out a whimper.

"I'm going to continue cooking." The soldier admired her embarrassment, untied the knot on her hand, lowered his head and kissed her, "The fish has probably been stolen, what else do you want to eat?"

Nanke didn't have any strength left in her body, let alone answer him. She looked a little resentful, and her eyes were misty and wet, revealing some kind of appeal.

The corners of the skirmisher's lips curled up a little more, and he threw the wet arm rope aside, took her into his arms, and held her tightly.

Nanke let out a long breath and lowered her head to rest on his chest.

It is obviously an act that does not benefit the doll at all.

He was always keen.

...It's like expressing it physically.

It's like he likes her.

I can no longer tell which one is more satisfying, my heart or my body.