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

To be honest, Nanke didn't fully believe what Toma said about Kamisato Ayato having thoughts about her.

Kamisato Ayato was curious about her and wanted to take advantage of her. Maybe he was concerned about her relationship with Ayaka, or maybe he really admired her.

But just talking about love is too shallow for a person like him who has heavy responsibilities and deep thoughts.

The skirmishers believed it.

Nanke was a little confused for a moment.

Do you want to explain to him?

In this delicate and stalemate situation now?

Pressed by the weight of his body, Nanke couldn't turn back. Suddenly, there was a commotion and impact under the floor, which quickly amplified.

Nanke curled up his fingers in front of his knees and finally made a soft nasal noise: "Yeah."

The skirmisher's hand tightened suddenly, and he raised his head buried on her back and asked hastily: "Then we..."

The quiet air in the room began to flow with the wind element.

The skirmisher suddenly stopped his voice and quickly moved away from his hand that fell on the floor.

A shiny tip of the knife pierced the spot where he had just pressed, and the secret door burst open with an overwhelming force of wind.

Nanke almost fell down due to the strong wind hitting his face. He stabilized his body and broke out in a cold sweat reflexively.

Then a dark red shadow jumped out of the dark room.

Wan Ye landed with the sword in his hand, already ready to fight the intruders. When he looked up, he saw that there were only two people in the room, Nan Ke and the skirmishers. He stopped in shock: "Why is it you?"

Wulang's head popped up from underneath, and his ears moved in surprise.

"I accidentally touched the secret door just now, and it seems to be stuck." Nanke calmed down, pushed away the stragglers, stood up and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I disturbed you."

Wan Ye glanced at the stragglers behind her who were hiding their expressions, sheathed the sword and said, "It doesn't matter."

Just a small interlude.

After Nan Ke conveyed the message, Goro and Manyo immediately led the rebels in the darkroom to take action in an orderly manner.

Although it was a perfunctory plan, after all, fireworks were set off in the middle of the night, which would inevitably attract the attention of the night patrol soldiers. They had to take strict cover to ensure that Yingying would not be discovered.

There was nothing about Nanke here. After finishing what he should do, Nanke returned to Kamisato Ayato and was on standby.

Hayato curled up into a ball and lay down next to Kamisato Ayato to catch up on her sleep. When she heard the footsteps, she sleepily raised her eyelids, saw who it was, and closed them again.

"Manye and Goro left." Nanke sat on the side of Kamisato Ayato and folded the coat he had thrown aside casually.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ayato Kamisato watched as he walked in behind Nanke, but when he saw the stragglers who were stagnant in his steps, he curled his lips silently, "It's still early, everyone, please sit down and wait."

As the night grew darker, Ayaka and Ying finally arrived at the tea room.

Hayato was woken up by Ayato Kamisato patting her head and sent out.

Separated by a wall, several little girls were chattering. Soon, Ying and Haoyu drove the wind element away.

"Brother." The corridor lamp reflected a petite figure on the screen, and Linghua's voice came from outside.

"Don't worry," Ayato Kamisato knitted his eyebrows and sipped the tea in his hand, "The manpower has been arranged in advance, and the travelers will not be caught."

Linghua breathed a sigh of relief, said "Okay", and then returned to the entrance to continue waiting for her.

In Kamisato Ayato's cup was a pot of strong tea that Nanko specially brewed to refresh himself.

Just touching the lips made it so painful that the tongue almost fell off. He sipped it again and again, and it took him a long time to drink less than half a cup. Kamisato Ayato sighed secretly and raised his eyes to look at the soldiers sitting across the tea table.

Does the sense of taste really still exist when one is consuming such a near-murderous drink without expression one after another like that?

The atmosphere was rarely harmonious. In the increasingly quiet night, the sky outside the window was suddenly brightened. After a few fireworks exploded, it returned to darkness.

About two hours later, Ying finally came back out of breath.

Later, Zaoyou, who had found another dream about Zhou Gong outside, also woke up. She rolled into the tea room and took out the crumpled secret letter in her arms: "The official documents... are all here..."

By the time Ying and Linghua left safely and the rebels had successfully withdrawn their troops, the sky was already dark.

"Everyone has worked hard." Kamisato Ayato listened to the returning Goro's description of the near-miss action, and nodded, "Go back and seize the time to rest. Maybe there will be a hard battle soon."

"Okay, please be careful when you go back." Wulang stood up with his knees up.

Kamisato Ayato pressed his eyebrows behind Goro and reached out to Nanke: "Miss Nanke, please bring me a pen and ink."

After failing to catch the troublemaker last night, Tian Ling insisted that the Naganohara Fireworks Shop should be responsible for the disturbance. There was also a large amount of artificial eyes stored there, so arrangements had to be made.

"Ok."

Nanke went out to look for clues, but the skirmisher sat there without moving, looking at Ayato Kamisato who was holding his forehead in deep thought, with a hint of coldness passing over his face.

"Not satisfied with me ordering her around?" Kamisato Ayato's mind kept spinning, and she still had the time to smile at him.

The stragglers stared coldly at the empty teacup in front of them, disdainfully paying attention to it.

Nanke has promised that he will no longer be the housekeeper of Ayato Kamisato.

Now there was only one thing left for him to do.

Wait for a suitable opportunity to persuade Nanke to go back with him.

No matter what he said, it would all fall on deaf ears.

When Nanke came back, he not only had paper and pen, but also some breakfast.

Ayato Kamisato held the steamed bun in his left hand and wrote with a pen in his right hand. He made a smooth operation and put the written plan on the table to dry. Breakfast was also finished and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at Nanke, who was holding a snow-white bun through oil paper and chewing it slowly.

The sun had not yet risen, and the pale golden rays of light shone on the broken hair on the top of her head from the window behind her, creating a fluffy halo, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Kamisato Ayato looked at the skirmishers again.

No points were given to skirmishers earlier.

Kamisato Ayato was in a happier mood: "Miss Nanke, does the wound still hurt?"

Nanke paused, glanced at Ayato, and dropped his eyes to his right hand resting on his knee. He turned his hand over, looked at it, and swallowed the food in his mouth: "It's not bad."

"Let me take a look." Kamisato Ayato tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, motioning for her to put it down.

Nanke hesitated slightly and followed the instructions.

The wound on the palm of my hand was quite deep, and it was my dominant hand. It would be better to change the medicine instead of removing the idol.

As for the reaction of skirmishers.

Nanke looked at his nose and his heart with his eyes, and concentrated on eating the buns without looking at them.

The gauze was untied in circles, and Ayato Kamisato held the back of her hand with his palm, raised it to his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

The fingers are soft, thin and white, with slightly thin calluses on the sides. They are skilled hands used to writing, but there is a long and frightening black and red blood scab across the palm of the hand.

I don’t know how she was able to deal such a heavy blow to herself.

"Speaking of which," Kamisato Ayato picked out wound medicine and bandaging supplies from the growing pile of miscellaneous items on the table, and asked, "Does the injury you suffered last time not matter anymore?"

It was about the time Nanke was teleported to his bedroom covered in blood.

Nanke chewed food in his mouth and responded vaguely.

"I'll let the female doctor take a look at you later. Whatever's wrong with you won't be cured," Ayato Kamisato said in a gentle voice. He dipped a fine cloth in wine and wiped the blood stains on Nanke's palms. "Guobeng also prepared some at home. It’s better to take medicine for the injury, but it’s really worrying that Miss Nanke is so easily injured.”

Kamisato Ayato called the names casually, and the person who was called did not answer the call.

The skirmisher just held the hem of his clothes tightly with his fingers and stared directly at the bloody wound on Nanke's palm.

Injured.

Yes.

How could he forget.

Nanke was injured.

It is unknown whether the initial anger was caused by seeing her being seriously injured without permission, or by mistakenly thinking that she was injured by Ayato Kamisato.

The fact is, that was the price she paid for him to obtain the heart of God.

No matter whether he accepts the heart of God or not.

You should never show any concern or concern for her pain.

And now the injury on her hand.

How did it come about, how painful it was, and whether he should take her to the idol for treatment.

My mind was busy worrying about gains and losses, and I never thought about it.

He ignored her feelings to this extent.

……how so?