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

What is Little Lucky Grass King?

In the eyes of the Order.

He is a prisoner, he is weak.

He is an incompetent person for power, a naive caged bird.

in the eyes of believers.

It’s those small, unknown voices from others that sound out in difficult situations.

It is gentleness and a guide.

In Nasida's own eyes.

Since the day she was born, she has known everything in Xumi City.

A traveler from a foreign land.

Subtly involved in the conspiracies of the sages.

And a sigh of compassion in the face of the death of innocent people.

It was always reflected in her eyes.

Is all this promoted by the person named "Nanke" just to drive the wise little beast to the Jingshan Palace and win the attention of the gods?

Or is it just part of her plan to attract the attention of the gods?

When you really come to this person.

Nacida's doubts about the other party's ulterior motives or malicious speculations were miraculously dispelled at a glance.

Those pure and peaceful eyes glowed with some kind of indescribable friendliness... no, a sense of familiarity.

"Traveler," through the body of the little treasure-hunting ferret, the divine and childish words penetrated into Nanke's hearing, filled with doubts, "Are you a dependent of the Great Merciful Tree King?"

Hearing this, Nanke couldn't help but laugh.

Bee and Nasida were extremely polite when greeting each other, for fear of scaring each other's smile. This time, the smile was more sincere.

"I am Nanke. I am a pilgrim from Daozhu to Xumi. I am a follower of Lord Xiao Jixiang Cao Wang." Nanke stretched out his hands and placed them in front of Nasida.

Nacida hesitated for a moment, then stepped into her hand.

"I'm sorry to talk to you in this way," Nanke raised Nasida to the level of her eyebrows and raised his eyes to look at her. "You must have many doubts about my origins and my beliefs... …But now is not the time to tell. As time goes by, you will naturally know. And the reason why I chose this time to see you is to ask for your help."

"I...?" Nasita paused slightly and lowered her voice, "This may disappoint your expectations, but as a god, I am immature. I can't do anything except watch."

"You are too arrogant to belittle yourself," Nanke said seriously, "Only you can help me with this matter - saving the children."

The follies of adults should not cause immature children to suffer as well.

The flower god's birthday festival is coming soon, and Nanke cannot change the trajectory of the incident. At least, he must do his best to keep the children away from this sea of ​​suffering.

Nasida stared at her expression and gradually moved: "If you believe me, I can try."

After making an appointment for the next contact time, Nasita controlled the little treasure-hunting ferret to leave quietly.

Nanke opened the bag and found the date palm honey that Ke Lai had given her when she left Huachengguo.

Thick white glutinous rice icing is wrapped in nut filling, made into a long square strip, and wrapped in translucent glutinous rice paper.

Nanke used a knife to carefully cut the candy into equal-length pieces and repackaged them.

While sipping the crushed candy on her fingertips, she suddenly remembered that a long time ago, she also gave maltose to the soldiers.

Skirmishers didn't like sweet things and were sent back at that time.

As for now...

Nanke stared at the powdery candy stuck to his fingertips for a long time.

Hidden directly below the Order House, there is a dark and spacious underground workshop that is unknown to the public.

The huge machine with its half body fixed in the center of the marble floor has not yet been turned on. Its two giant arms are supported by densely built scaffolding. Hundreds of people are surrounding it like worker ants, busy working.

After participating in the god-making project for several days, the skirmishers were brought to the work site of the God of Opportunity for the first time.

This is the Ecclesiastical Council's recognition of his abilities and proof of its trust.

However, the skirmishers stopped at the entrance of Jing Liuli Workshop and did not follow the leader.

About a hundred steps ahead, on the shoulder armor of the God of Zhengji, which was beginning to take shape, a humanoid machine with long golden hair stood in a guarding posture, looking down at everyone.

The skirmisher lifted the tip of his tongue and lightly swept it across the tooth surface, hiding the strong murderous intent in his eyes.

well.

Sandonne is indeed here.

Among the ambitious executives, the Seventh Seat's research purpose is so simple that everyone knows it - to create a machine that can carry the human soul.

Although as far as Skirmishers knew, it only produced a large amount of waste products.

But as far as researchers are concerned, it is enough to replace a large number of mediocre people in the Order Academy with the wisdom of one person.

Last time, if he hadn't taken away the Thunder God's Heart, I'm afraid the person driving the God of Opportunity would have been Sandone.

"What are you doing standing still?" The person walking in front finally noticed that the footsteps behind him had stopped and turned around to yell, "Follow me quickly!"

The skirmisher glanced at him, his eyes were just out of the corner of his eye, but they were full of sharpness.

The leader's scalp suddenly exploded.

This traveler from Inazuma occasionally reveals such a creepy aura.

As the great sage said, the more powerful a person is, the harder it is to control him.

He swallowed, thinking that the other party's relatives were still "taking care" of him, so he mustered up the courage to hold his neck and shouted again: "Come here!"

"I'm not interested in making toys," Skirmisher scanned the people coming and going in the workshop, but couldn't find the figure he was dreaming of. He looked at the blond doll in the distance again with no interest, "Let's leave it another day."

As long as you stay close to the God of Opportunity, your "reunion" with the Doctor will be just around the corner.

It’s heart-warming just to think about it.

But whether it's his revenge or retaliation against Sandone for hurting Nanke.

It's still too early.

After saying that, the skirmishers turned around and left along the way they came.

The person leading the way gave an incomprehensible "Hey" and chased after him to persuade him: "I'm telling you! This is an opportunity that no one else can ask for..."

After nightfall, while the guards were changing, the skirmishers crossed the skylight of the scholars' lounge and left silently.

The night was dark, and the lights-out glass window of the hotel in the distance was half-open. Accompanied by the sound of wind, the distance quickly closed. The skirmisher stepped on the window frame and opened the soft and swaying curtains.

The person on the bed is sleeping peacefully on his side.

The stragglers did not wake her up. He quickly scanned the room to make sure there was nothing unusual. He walked quietly to the table and picked up a small sugar cube that was specially placed in the center of the fine white porcelain plate.

The other day it was coffee.

Today it’s sugar.

The skirmisher raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the sugar cube on his fingertips several times, glanced at Nanke who was sleeping on the bed, and put it back into the porcelain plate.

Instead, he leaned over and brushed away the hair that fell on her cheek, and kissed her softly.

The cheeks of a sleeping person are bright red, warm and soft, and unusually quiet.

The skirmisher raised his face slightly, stared at Nanke for a long time, lowered his head and kissed her again.

It is impossible to hope that such small actions will wake people up.

He often wakes people up while they are still sleeping, which makes him confused.

He helped her tuck the quilt at hand, and casually sat cross-legged on the floor, resting his elbows on the edge of the bed, crossing his fingers and supporting his chin to look at her sleeping face.