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

Of course Nanke couldn't drive away the stragglers.

especially……

This seems to be the first time.

The skirmishers gave way first.

However, whether he can stay here is not something she can decide alone.

Nanke looked at Ayato Kamisato.

Kamisato Ayato sighed: "In special times, it is not good for anyone if things get serious. If the country collapses and we can guarantee not to take action, it is not impossible."

The skirmisher hummed and crossed his arms over his chest: "Ah, I promise."

There were other resistance members resting in other private rooms of the teahouse. Kamisato Ayato went out to wake Toma, while Goro was busy moving the heavy solid wood screen in the room to the door to block the hole.

The skirmisher stared unblinkingly at the bandage that Wanyo had knotted on Nanke, his brows furrowed.

Even Manyo.

Why do you have to be so close?

He is obviously here, but as long as she opens her mouth, he can do this little thing.

Although he promised not to do anything, his irritability overflowed all over his face, almost turning into a black air of resentment, which continued to spread around.

After Goro moved the screen, leaving a narrow gap for Kamisato Ayato to pass, he looked back and saw the expression of the skirmisher, and his hair was blowing up in waves from feet to head.

Coming from the depths of his bloodline, the wild intuition left behind by his ancestors on Ba Ling Island told him that he must not provoke this guy.

At the same time, Wild Intuition also said that Nanke would definitely be his protective umbrella.

Wulang quietly moved to the other side of Nanke, sat down cross-legged, and held his ankles with both hands to hide his nervousness.

It was nice not to be in the same room as my fellow soldiers.

General Wulang still has prestige.

"Miss Nanke, it's okay." Wanye let go of Nanke's hand and straightened up.

"Thank you." Nanke touched the knot on the back of his hand and glanced sideways at the stragglers.

Manyo also looked over.

The purple eyes staring at them were clearly as sharp as needles a second ago, but the moment they looked at him, they quickly lowered, leaving only the long thick eyelashes fluttering quietly.

Wanyo couldn't help but have a strange illusion.

Both of them seemed to be silently expecting him to do something to ease the deadlock in front of them.

Wan Ye rubbed his forehead, feeling confused, but at the same time, he couldn't just sit back and ignore it.

"Miss Nanke," Wan Ye said resignedly and asked, "What is the relationship between the two of you?"

Nanke: "He is..."

"Can I ask something else?" Skirmisher interrupted her.

Nanke pursed his lips slightly, ignored the intervention of the skirmishers, and continued: "He is my brother."

"Tsk!" The young man opposite turned his head in displeasure.

Wanyo looked at the faces of both parties and said with a wry smile: "It seems that the situation is very complicated. Well, before the travelers come here, we have nothing to do anyway. How about playing a game of chess together?"

Manyo said, taking out a folded piece of paper and two handbags from his sleeves.

"This is a portable chess game given to me by a knowledgeable gentleman when I left Liyue." Wan Ye unfolded the paper and spread it on the table. The paper was covered with black lines, and in the two opened handbags, There are black and white glass chess pieces respectively. "There are many ways to play. I will teach you the simplest one. During the game, as long as you successfully connect five chess pieces in a line..."

"I don't care," the soldier stared at the chessboard, raised the corners of his lips, and raised his eyes lightly, "What's the punishment for the loser?"

Wan Ye smiled and said: "There is no punishment."

"what?"

"Playing chess is also a way of communication. If the losing side is not willing to accept it, just play another game." Wanyo looked at Nanke, "What do you think, Miss Nanke?"

"Yeah." Nanke picked up the handbag containing Baizi, "But there are many of us. If we lose, let's go off and replace ourselves with someone else. It's more fun that way."

"You mean I will lose?" Skirmisher raised his eyebrows mockingly and dragged another handbag over.

Who knows.

Nanke picked up a white chess piece with two fingers and dropped it first in the center of the chessboard.

But he won't win.