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

Located on the back street, away from the busy narrow alleys.

Yae Shenzi leaned on the corner with his arms folded, lowering his head slightly: "...or not?"

After a moment, as if he had heard the answer, Yae Shenzi let out an "ouch" and let out a string of interesting laughter: "He also has today."

There are bad omens in every word.

"Son of God!" Nanke almost held his breath and ran forward past Zaoyou, "What happened to the country..."

What came into view was a straggler with disheveled clothes lying under the wall, curled up deeply and making no sound.

Nanke's knees weakened.

"Calm down." Yae Shenzi grabbed Nanke's arm in time, "I just drank a few bottles of wine to make him feel better."

Only then did Nanke see Lei Movie, who was kneeling behind the skirmisher, holding his head with his knees and carefully wiping his sweat with his sleeves.

In addition, there were several strange men lying around and scattered wine bottles.

"In the end..." A breath was stuck in Nanke's chest, and he couldn't get up or get down.

Yae Shenzi sighed and did not explain. Nanke stood firm and pushed her away. He touched the soldier's sweaty and hot face and tightened his voice, "Guobeng can't drink..."

"I'm sorry," Lei Qianqing handed the skirmisher to her and stood up, "I didn't expect it to reach this level. As his creator, I should obviously...be the one who knows him best."

Under the dim light of the night, it was as if he had escaped into a deep and uneasy dream. The skirmisher's closed eyelashes were slightly moist, his cheeks were bright red, and his breathing was almost inaudible.

Not only was the body temperature horribly high, but the elemental power within the body was also surging uncontrollably.

Nanke hugged him tightly without saying a word.

It is a gesture of protection, but also a gesture of silent exclusion.

Lei Qianqian couldn't help but lower his eyes: "If there are any sequelae, be sure to tell me, I..."

It seemed a little hard to say, Lei Qianqian said, frowning.

"Okay, Kage," Yae Shenzi tugged at her sleeves and winked, "Let's go first."

Nanke embraced the hot body temperature in her arms and listened to their footsteps going away one after another.

The few men who fell to the ground still didn't respond. There were many bulging wallets and handbags scattered around their hands hanging on the ground. They were undoubtedly hooligans who took advantage of the crowd and came out to open a business.

Nanke knows this kind of person very well.

There was no trace of elemental power left in the air, and the skirmishers did not take action against them.

Well, before Raikage and Yae Kamiko come...

The slim possibility, just the thought of it, made me grit my teeth unbearably.

Thunder elements began to condense around him.

Purple electricity precipitates out of the air and flashes of light.

Electricity rushed up the spines of the gangsters. Nanke covered the ears of the stragglers and watched as they were awakened from coma by the intense burning pain and let out endless screams.

The black eyes that looked on coldly seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

After a while, the screams subsided, and the brief moans disappeared into the dark night.

Nanke looked away from the group of scum that were twitching like dying frogs, and held up the back of the straggler's head: "The country collapsed?"

The skirmisher didn't respond.

Nanke lifted the sweat-dampened hair from the soldier's forehead, looked at his unconsciously knitted eyebrows, lowered his head, and kissed him as light as a feather.

Then go down and cover his lips.

The elemental power that has long been fused with water and milk flows and entangles along the tip of the tongue.

It is also mixed with tiny emotions that come in a turbulent flow.

Lonely, desperate, and mocking.

With anger, helplessness, restraint, and regret.

It's hers.

...are they also skirmishers?

Nanke suddenly felt a slight tightening on his waist.

"Collapse of the country?" Nanke left slightly.

The soldier lowered his head, hugged her tightly, and his hot breath fell on her neck: "...it smells so good."

The tone is almost sighing, the person is not yet fully awake.

Nanke tilted his head slightly and avoided his lips: "Guobeng, I am Nanke."

The skirmisher didn't respond. He raised his upper body unconsciously and chased her evasive movements.

"The country is collapsing, please say goodbye." Nanke pressed his back against the wall, unable to retreat, his sensitive skin was kissed for a long time, his throat trembled, and his words were incoherent, "I am..."

"Nan Ke." The person lying on her neck stiffened without any trace, stopped, and said in a low voice.

"The country is collapsing," Nanke took a deep breath, reached out and grasped a little bit of clothing on his back, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you come home with me?"

He doesn't answer.

The tears that had been held back for a long time were once again uncontrollable, breaking through the suddenly closed eyelashes and sliding down the arc of the face.

"...I'm sorry." Nanke raised his head, holding back his tears, and begged again, "I'm sorry, the country collapsed, shall we go back?"

Still suffocating silence.

Did he lose consciousness again and didn't listen?

Nanke thought comfortingly.

It doesn't matter. It doesn’t matter if you don’t listen.

Let her say it as many times as you like.

As long as he is willing to go back with her.

"The country collapses, let's go back together..."

"……don't want."

After finally getting an answer, Nanke's heart seemed to have stopped. He bit his lip and let out a sob uncontrollably from his throat.

"...I will only hurt you."

The skirmishers continued to murmur, their voices soft and thin.

"Take your smile away."

"I can't give you anything you want."

The hug became tighter and tighter. The soldier lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Nanke's shoulder, holding her wrist: "So..."

"Leave this to you."

Nanke's hand was forced to close to his burning chest, and he wanted to retract it, but he was forced to pull it back with aggravated force, opening the slightly undulating chest.

The fingers were soft and fragile, trembling gently with the rhythm of breathing, causing the soldiers to groan.

Gradually going deeper, and finally reaching the empty heart cavity, what he touched was completely different from the hard texture in his body.

Nanke held the small box with complicated patterns in his palm and stopped breathing: "...What is this?"

"Gift." The skirmisher gasped slightly.

Nanke opened his eyes and looked at the night sky whose vision was blurred by tears: "...give it to me?"

"what."

"Yes..." Nanke's voice trembled, "Are you saying goodbye?"

"what."

No.

I don’t want such a gift!

Nanke wanted to let go, but was held tightly by the fingers of the skirmisher.

"I don't want the country to collapse!" Nanke struggled and cried gradually out of control, as if he was praying desperately and persistently for the first time in his life, wailing as hard as a young child, "I don't want anything! Don't do this, please, I'm sorry, Sorry, sorry, don’t leave me..."

"This is the only thing I can give you," the soldier held her down, his voice full of patient pain, "I am the one who should say I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I don't know... how to love you. "

He hurt her so many times and made her cry so many times that it's too many to mention.

Including this moment.

Those cold, wet tears fell on the back of his neck. He was still at a loss as to how to make them stop.

"It's all my fault." The soldier raised his head. He should let go, but his fingers were extremely stiff and he couldn't let go of her. "I knew a long time ago that we were not suitable to be together, but I didn't recognize it earlier. If you separate early, no matter who you are with, it will definitely be... better than with me..."

The skirmishers tightened their throats, unable to continue their confession.

Nanke cried and shook his head: "The collapse of the country is not like this..."

The skirmisher closed his eyes, let go, and stood up against the wall: "As soon as day breaks, I will leave Inazuma. You and Kamisato Ayato..."

"No!" Nanke rushed forward and hugged his waist, shouting hoarsely, "Guobeng, I like you!"