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

The accident happened upstream where they were fishing, and Nanke was some distance behind. When they arrived, in the turbid stream, the wanderer and a mercenary were dragging the unconscious man to the shore.

The location here is remote, and apart from them, there is only an old woman nearby who is hurriedly helping with first aid.

It was the one Nanke met by the river for the first time.

Nanke was so shocked that his steps froze.

Could it be the person who fell into the water!

"Cough cough cough!" The old man lying on the ground finally reacted, his chest heaving violently and he started coughing.

The old woman quickly helped him sit up with the wanderer: "You said you, a carrot, dropped it. Your legs are not good, why did you pick it up...ah-!"

Seeing that everything was okay, the mercenary on the side twisted his sleeves and stood up to leave, but was frightened by this sound and turned around.

There was a puddle of bright red on the grass blades, and blood mixed with water was still dripping from the corner of the grandfather's mouth.

"Nanke!" The wanderer looked up in panic.

Nanke passed by the mercenary: "Please go to the camp and call a doctor!"

The mercenary was stunned, and followed the gust of wind passing through his peripheral vision, only to see the back of the girl kneeling down beside the old man in a hurry.

The mercenary immediately responded, turned around and ran away.

Blood was still pouring from the grandfather's mouth and nose.

Nanke grabbed his shoulder with one hand, asked him to lower his head, and pressed his stomach with the other hand: "Grandpa, can you hear me? Just speak out if it hurts."

The old man gasped with his mouth wide open, but did not respond.

Nanke pressed his chest again and heard a short and painful whimper.

Nanke froze.

Her instincts always came true on the bad side.

Most likely pulmonary hemorrhage.

Not to mention in the wilderness, even in Xumi City, if you can't find a doctor with the Eye of God, there is nothing you can do to save your life.

……and many more.

Nan Ke suddenly remembered.

They are in a dream now!

"Girl, how are you doing, old man?!" Nanke's arm was suddenly grabbed hard.

Nanke turned his head and saw the anxiety on the old woman's face. He pursed his lips slightly and regained his calm expression: "I will find a way."

What kind of answer is this?

The old woman was not sure what she meant and was stunned for a moment.

Nanke lowered his head to observe the old grandfather's condition again, and said without raising his head: "Give me the bamboo hat, and you can accompany my mother-in-law back to the camp first."

"Can you do it alone?" The wanderer took off the bamboo hat and handed it to her with a hesitant tone.

Nanke nodded and motioned with his eyes to take the people away quickly.

The old man's coughing temporarily calmed down, but his breathing became more rapid each time. Nan Ke helped him lie down on the grass with his head tilted, and looked in the direction where the homeless man and the old woman left.

The old woman's hair was grayer than when we first met her, and even her steps were frivolous.

She was always looking for the owner of the dream, how could she forget?

Constantly repeating reincarnation, constantly harvesting dreams, and suffering from weakening.

She's not alone.

"Lambaris."

"Lambaris is here," several slender green leaves crawled out of the bamboo hat. Lambaris replied, lying on Nanke's knees and looking at the unconscious grandfather, "Old Nala, she is very weak."

"What will happen if he dies here?" Nanke asked.

"Well, start over?"

"I'm not talking about a dream." Nanke leaned forward slightly and stared at it.

Lambaris raised his hand to poke the corner of his mouth, hesitated for a while, looked up at her and said: "The golden crisp leaves met the white wind and fell all over the ground. Dreams are like wind, they will come back, old man La is a leaf, maybe... not?"

This is a completely different situation from Nanke Waterfall.

Not everyone is like her, with an endless life to waste.

Nanke clenched his fingers and dug his nails into his palms slightly, forcing himself to think calmly.

How did Ying deal with it when she discovered that Dina Zedei was unwell during the Flower Goddess Festival?

——It was Nasida who broke out and tried her best to maintain Dinazede's spirit.

And now.

It is not yet known whether the Flower Goddess’s birthday festival will begin outside the dream, and whether Nasida will have enough time to help.

The three children who were still sleeping in the carriage were able to avoid being involved in this dream precisely because of Nasida's secret protection.

They are guinea pigs trapped in a cage, the real experimenters, still roaming around outside.

If someone from the outside discovers that the experiment is adulterated... in the worst case scenario, even the children may not be spared.

A pair of scales, one end is the life of an old man, and the other end is the safety of three children.

Nanke looked at the old face whose eyes were gradually turning blue. He couldn't help but hold his breath and raised his hand to press his heartbeat, which was pounding because it was difficult to make a choice.

"What about Rananke?" Lambaris jumped on her knee in confusion.

"Even if I knew I had a bad premonition, I couldn't ignore the possibility of saving people." Nanke was silent for a while, and decided to seek help from Nasida as the last resort. He looked at Lambaris, "Lambaris, you I said that as long as the Feather Flower blooms, it will have vitality, right?"

Lambaris nodded.

"I want to give him that life force, is that okay?"

"Hmm, Nala Nanke is very old, so the Feather Flowers are also powerful, and there are too many to use up. However," Lambaris waved his hand, "it takes a long time to bloom, and the old Nala is very fast, and it will be like a leaf. It's falling. Well, unless..."

"Unless what?" Nanke asked.

"Let the crackling purple wake up the lazy flowers who are snoozing!"

It just happens to be the element of thunder.

Nanke immediately thought of Wanderers.

But the ability of dolls to use elemental power, just like people, requires years of honing.

At least so far, she hasn't felt any elemental energy from him.

Who should I call?

Nanke racked his brains for a long time and looked up at the rainbow at the end of the distant stream.

Maybe... the outside of the dream.

Will Skirmishers be by her side?

Nanke asked Lambaris to take care of the old man and return alone to the wilderness he had visited earlier.

The white plants are still sleeping quietly.

Nanke held the soft flower clusters with both hands and closed his eyes.

In the slightly cool air, green and golden light rose and bloomed at the same time, like tides and waves, spreading out to the greatest extent with her as the center.

If memory is life, memory is power.

As her strength drained away quickly.

Skirmishers will definitely notice.