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

Even if his schedule is completely different, Nanke always likes to leave him some surprises.

Coffee with ice is also good, or small pieces of date palm honey.

Whenever I see these indescribable things, I look back at the peaceful sleeping face of the author.

The swinging mood pointer can always find a wonderful balance between disgust and happiness.

But that's probably because I didn't accept the square piece of candy.

The next night, the table was empty, with nothing on it.

I had no expectations.

The skirmisher resisted the urge to frown, put the things he brought back on the corner of the table, and moved his eyes to the person on the bed.

The night outside the window was unclear, Nanke's face was half buried under the quilt, and his closed eyelashes cast a quiet shadow on his side cheeks.

A small rodent stood upright next to her pillow, tilting its head and looking at the skirmisher.

Treasure hunting ferret.

The skirmishers knew each other and knew that Nanke was probably summoned by the witchcraft that Awang taught her.

But that didn't mean he didn't mind having this wild thing in his bed.

The skirmisher snorted softly, walked over lightly, and picked up the tail of the treasure-hunting ferret with two fingers.

"Stop!" The treasure-hunting weasel was hung upside down by him and uttered panic words that should not come from an animal's mouth. "Didn't Nanke tell you who I am?"

"...Little Lucky Grass King?" Hearing the familiar voice, the skirmisher couldn't help but frown, and gently flicked the treasure-hunting ferret into the air and caught it in the palm of his hand.

"Wow!" The treasure-hunting ferret exclaimed in a low voice.

The skirmisher glanced at Nanke, who was sleeping soundly, sat down on the edge of the bed, spread his palms, and looked back at the treasure-hunting ferret again and again.

"Exactly." Nasida stood firm in his hand, having restored the majesty that a god should have.

The skirmisher looked at the treasure-hunting ferret from beginning to end, and many complicated emotions flashed through his eyes. In the end, he concealed them all well, and gently raised his lips: "It's really embarrassing that the majestic grass god actually committed himself to a rat."

Nasida ignored his ridicule: "Nanke and I made an appointment to go to the children's dream together tonight, but everyone has arrived, but she has not appeared. I can only come to see the situation."

"She can't see Lanaro, and she probably doesn't have the qualifications to dream."

"So that's it?" Nasida was a little surprised, her eyes drifting to Nanke behind him.

The skirmisher crossed his legs and put the hand holding Nasida on his knees, blocking her inquiring view: "What else did Nanke say to you?"

"I didn't say anything." Nasita raised her head, met his straightened lips, and paused for a moment, "I can feel that you are an inhuman thing."

"so?"

"Who are you? What's your purpose?" Nasida asked, "Why do you come all the way to help me?"

The sight of the skirmisher paused for a moment, as if he was recalling something. After a moment, he refocused, Gujing Wubo said, "You will naturally know in the future."

"...There was obviously no communication, but they all gave me the same answer," Nasida sighed, "Is this what is called telepathy?"

"If there's nothing else, you can leave." The skirmisher bent down and put Nasida on the floor.

"I hope to communicate the situation with Nanke as soon as she wakes up." Nasida nimbly climbed up the bedpost, and just about half of her head came out, when she bumped into the soldier's curled fingers, and silently released her claws. , and sat back down on the ground with a thump.

"You'd better be conscious of not being a light bulb." The soldier smiled half-heartedly, untied his scholar's robe and threw it on her head, got up and walked to the bathroom.

It took Nascida a long time to peel away the fabric on her head.

"Electric...light bulb?" Nacida listened to the sound of water in the bathroom and looked at the lamps in the room in confusion.

Until Skirmisher went to bed covered in steam, hugged Nanke and fell asleep, and quietly got up at some point soon after, rearranged his appearance and left the room, Nasida didn't understand what the "light bulb" meant.

The next night.

When the skirmishers came back, Nanke was sleeping peacefully as usual.

Nasita wasn't there.

His eyes wandered around the room.

The "gift" he brought back last night was also put away.

Only the table was still empty.

Are you too busy doing things for Nasida to think about him?

The soldier suppressed his slight dissatisfaction, put his arm on Nanke's side, leaned over and kissed her unceremoniously.

It doesn't matter if you say he is overly protective.

Even if there is no communication, the stragglers will take the trouble to come back every night just to take a look at Nanke.

As long as she slept peacefully, she was almost safe.

Apart from……

Three nights later.

The light of the divine ring aroused by the activation of elemental power behind him gradually extinguished. The skirmisher stepped on the window sill, holding on to the window frame with one hand, and looked into the room through the glass with sharp eyes.

All that could be seen was a drooping curtain.

Nanke locked the windows tonight.

This has never happened before.

Breaking into a house is easy for skirmishers.

As soon as the window was pushed open, there was a crisp sound, and the window frame knocked down something placed inside.

Purple lightning flashed, and before the thing hit the floor, it was entangled and floated, and sent into the hands of the skirmishers who landed on the ground.

Is it a vase?

The skirmisher grimaced slightly, put the vase back to its place, and quickly came to the bedside.

Nanke fell asleep just like every night before.

The skirmisher stared at her for a long time, then raised his eyes to look around.

The device by the window is obviously guarding against someone.

The only other person who could enter the room through this method was Nasida.

And this kind of overly simple method will not work on any of them, and Nanke knows this very well.

Therefore, the vase cannot be placed by her.

The skirmisher scanned the room carefully, and finally settled on the door handle, frowning deeply: "..."

Under the handle, the latch is not up.

With Nanke's temperament, it is impossible to forget the lock.

"Nan Ke," he turned around in a deep voice and pinched the bridge of the sleeping man's nose with his backhand, "Wake up."

……

The morning birds announce their dawn.

The smoke from the cooking pots gradually rose up, bringing with it the sound of clinking dishes and cutlery. The traders who got up early yawned and walked onto the streets. Sumeru City, which had been silent all night, woke up again.

A single-family hotel on the street is particularly quiet.

The closed door had a wooden sign that read "Closed." Several mercenaries wearing thirty-man regiment armbands came to the door with a basket in their hands. They knocked several times, and the door opened a gap.

The mercenaries passed the heavy basket through the crack in the door.

After a while, the door was closed again, and the thirty-man regiment mercenaries left with normal expressions.

Only separated by a wall is the bustling street.

Even the meal delivery was arranged with such fanfare.

It should be said that it is bold.

Or am I already used to doing this kind of dark thing under the light?

The skirmisher looked down at the group of leaving mercenaries, sneered and let go of the curtain between his fingers, hiding his face from a ray of light.

Soon, several footsteps came up the stairs together.

The flow started from the second floor, and after passing through the third floor, less than half of it was left. One of the steady and heavy footsteps stopped outside the door.

The skirmisher leaned against the wall behind the door with his hands folded, lowering his head slightly, his purple eyes hidden in the shadows of his forehead, looking extremely sinister.