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

Nanke was shocked.

This familiar subwoofer...

The skirmisher looked at the visitor with a puzzled expression: "Do you mind."

Nanke's palms suddenly became sweaty while holding the porcelain cup.

Huh? strangeness?

The skirmishers don't know Zhongli? ? ? !

"Can you be accommodating, brother?" Another person followed Zhong Li and walked in, spreading his hands and smiling, "Look, you two sit on the same stool, and the remaining three are just right for us. At worst, I pay for you, just as a thank you?"

When Nanke looked up, the young man with brown-orange hair and blue eyes was smiling kindly with two dimples, completely unaware of the sinister nature of people's hearts.

The skirmisher said in a cool tone: "Oh——?"

"?" Dadalia blinked in confusion.

Why does the strange look on this young man's face have a hint of the tone of his hometown in Zhidong?

Don't wait for Dadalia to figure it out.

I saw the girl sitting next to her holding the boy's hand.

The young man glanced sideways at her, and the frivolity on his face disappeared, as if Dadalia and Zhongli standing next to him were two masses of air, and he turned to look indifferently at the storyteller who was performing hard on the stage.

"Sorry," Nanke smiled at Dadalia and Zhongli, "Please sit down."

"Thank you." Zhongli nodded slightly.

The skirmishers did not take kindly to Dadalia.

There is nothing we can do about it.

Nanke took another sip of tea.

The tea soup is clear, slightly bitter but sweet in the mouth.

After a while, Nanke secretly raised his eyes and looked at Zhongli and Dadalia, who were sitting opposite and chatting.

The center of the topic was the storyteller on stage. Dadalia couldn't understand the ancient Liyue words in the lines, and Zhongli was interpreting them in real time.

"That's it!" Dadalia slapped her thigh in surprise, "It turns out that 'chasing a deer' does not mean hunting, but fighting! I thought this story was about Morax, the demon-hunting god eating it!"

Zhong Li had a calm expression on his face: "Your Excellency, your words are indeed a unique insight."

"But it's a bit difficult to handle," Dadalia said seriously with his hands on his chin, "I wrote down this story according to my own understanding a while ago and sent it to my brothers and sisters in my hometown..."

Nanke put his lips against the edge of the tea cup and smiled. When he raised his head again, he unexpectedly met a pair of deep, dark golden eyes.

The color is not as bright as the sun, but it exudes a noble and solid texture like precious metal, which is admirable.

Zhongli caught her peeking.

Nanke was ashamed.

Zhongli curled his lips, showing a generous and polite smile.

Nanke had to swallow the apology that came to his lips and asked: "Well, you just said there were three of you, are you waiting for someone?"

"As entrusted by a friend, I came here to pick up a friend," Zhongli swiped at Nan Ke and the skirmishers' attires, "Like the two of them, they also came from Dao Wife."

"Today's boat?"

"Exactly."

"The first batch of ships to leave Inazuma is the Southern Cross. Logically speaking, it should have arrived long ago."

"That's what worries me too."

"Hmm..." Nanke frowned.

A "friend" from Daozhu who may have crossed paths with Zhongli...

Could it be Manyo?

"Does your friend have white hair?" Nanke asked.

"Yes, have you met him?"

"As for him, he did not get off the ship, but went back to the Southern Cross Fleet dock with Captain Beidou to rest."

Zhong Li frowned slightly, a little surprised: "How could this happen? According to what I know about him, the first thing he should do when he arrives is to go straight to this snack street..."

"Wow!" Paimeng flew over from across the street with a bowl full of offal from the Central Plains, and stopped suddenly on Zhongli's back, "He is a loser in society!"

Dadalia turned back and pointed at his nose: "A loser in society? Who? Me?"

Nanke/Zhongli:…

Nanke looked at Zhongli in confusion: "Is this the person you are waiting for?"

Zhongli nodded.

Zhongli and Dadalia met by chance on the way here. After paying for tea for four people, Dadalia waved his hand and walked to the second floor by the roadside, returning to Beiguo Bank to continue working.

Zhongli walked in front and led the way. Paimon, who was flying in the middle and scrambling to eliminate the snacks, was Nanke and the skirmishers.

"I'm very sorry. I think something went wrong while the hall master was delivering the message." Zhong Li led them into the shop where the plaque of "Palace of the Past" was hung. "Hall Master, I have brought someone back."

The girl in black wearing an octagonal hat was lying on the front desk drawing peach charms. She said without raising her head: "Limited time discount, buy one get one free, don't wait until after the deadline!"

"Hall Master." Zhongli tapped his finger on the table helplessly, "It's me, Zhongli."

"Huh?" Hu Tao finally regained consciousness and looked up.

Paimon, with his mouth full of red oil, patted his belly and burped.

Holding Paimon in his arms, he looked around in surprise at the girl dressed as an rice wife in the darkly decorated store.

There is also a purple-haired boy who is good-looking but has dark hair and sharp eyes.

Hutao said "Hey": "Why are there so many people?"

"Yes," Zhongli sighed, "Why are there so many people?"

"Just wait." Hutao put down his pen, squatted down and rummaged through the cabinet at the front desk, and took out a letter, his eyes rolling.

"'Dear wise and wise master of the Wu Tao Hu Hall, Paimon and my two rice wife friends, please leave it to you~', oh oh! That's it!" Hu Tao put down the letter and playfully stuck out his tongue at everyone, "No. Sorry, I was busy at the time, so I accidentally misjudged it and thought I was only picking up Paimon, haha."

Zhongli held his forehead.

"It's okay," Nanke stepped forward and asked, "Can I read this letter?"

Hu Tao handed her the letter: "The traveler will come back tomorrow. You must be tired after taking such a long boat ride, right? Just rest for a day at Liyue Port. I will ask the guest to take you to Wangshu Inn tomorrow."

Nanke quickly glanced at a few lines on the letter.

Wangshu Inn is Yingzai's stronghold in Liyue.

The reason why he didn't wait for them in Liyue as promised was because Ying had an impromptu decision to go to Mondstadt to pick up a friend.

Nan Ke had already had a showdown with Ying about the identity of the descendant.

He was the only friend from Mondstadt to be picked up at this time.

"Just follow the arrangements of the hall master," Nanke folded the letter and returned it to Hu Tao, "We are new here, and we rely on the hall master to take care of us."

"Easy to say, easy to say, I have a lot to eat in Liyue Port!" Hutao was happy to hear this and waved his hand, "Ke Qing, hurry up and book a good inn for the two of you. I want a high-end, sea-facing room with a sea view! "

Nanke: "Wait, I won't bother Mr. Zhongli..."

Zhongli waved his hands with a arrogant look on his face: "You two have a rest for a while, I'll be back soon."

Zhongli turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

Nanke looked at his back, his conscience greatly disturbed.

How to do.

If you let Emperor Yanwang run errands for you, you always feel like your life will be shortened.

Nanke looked at the skirmishers.

"Want to go for a walk?" the soldier asked quietly.

"When you go out, turn left to find a bookstore, teahouse, jade and jewelry, and turn right to find groceries, alchemy, and authentic snacks. Do you need me to find someone else to be your tour guide?" Hutao said enthusiastically.

"No need," the skirmisher mentioned Paimon, who had slept to death in Nanke's arms, and threw it to Hu Tao, "We can walk around casually."