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

The presence of skirmishers cannot be felt.

So Nanke further released the elemental power.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear someone's voice.

"...I, I'm still a virgin..."

Nanke:?

Nanke opened his eyes in confusion. There was still grass in front of him, and there was no one else around.

Is it an illusion or a voice coming from outside the dream?

Nanke had no time to think deeply, because the purple light of the thunder element began to pulse under her hand.

The skirmishers were indeed there.

Nanke breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, stared at the Misaki Flower in his hand, and gave it all the hard-earned thunder elemental power: "Feather Flower, bloom quickly."

Responding to her call, it seemed to be both sound and silence.

A wisp of waves rippled gently from the roots of the Feather Flower along the earth.

If only flowers had hearts.

At this moment, Nanke felt his heart beat at the same frequency as his own.

With a slight vibration, it depicts the four directions of the dream.

After listening carefully, the appearance of the dying old man appeared in his consciousness.

The body is extraordinarily light, as if it has disappeared, like a feather flower that suddenly blooms, reflecting the illusion of dreams in the empty sunlight, blooming into countless crystal butterflies with pure white wings.

……

Because he was supporting the old man, his walking speed had to be slowed down a lot.

The wanderer frequently turned back and looked in the direction of the stream.

Nanke's figure has long since disappeared, leaving only the grass blades rippling in the wind on the quiet wilderness.

The Rangers were uneasy.

Did she only keep Lambaris because she felt he was of no use?

"Useless things".

The long-lasting memories gradually came back to me, vividly in my mind.

The Wanderer lowered his eyes and suppressed the darkness in his eyes, but soon as his lips tightened almost like a bite, more and more messy emotions of sadness and sorrow came out.

The wanderer couldn't help but stop, raised his eyes and said, "Mother-in-law, I still..."

"Go," the old woman was also overwhelmed by uneasiness. She had already noticed his mood, sighed and staggered towards the camp in the distance, "I won't cause you any trouble, please... let the old deaf man go safely. return."

The wanderer looked at her back and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

He turned around and ran towards Nanke.

Are you of any use?

What can you do if you go back?

No one taught him, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

But it's better than being cast aside.

At least, if there is something within his power, he will do his best...

When the wanderer returned to the river, he only saw the grandfather and Lambaris who were guarding him.

"Lambaris, where is Nanke?!"

Lambaris raised his head and was blinded by the wind brought by the wanderer who suddenly stopped in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and replied: "Nalananke, in the Feather Flower."

The wanderer looked at the old man on the ground in surprise: "Does she want to give him her life force..."

It's obviously her own seed, her own life.

Regardless of his own physical weakness, he just randomly distributed it to people he met by chance...

Same thing with waterfall jumping.

Has no one ever told her to cherish herself?

The wanderer gritted his teeth and turned around to catch up and stop Nanke.

"Hey——" Lambaris suddenly got excited, "Feather Flower, the breath of birth..."

The next second, Wanderer felt it too.

A warm wave that is indescribable, but can be detected by anyone alive, ripples along the earth from a distance.

When the waves pass by, the fields bloom with flowers.

The breeze picked up, and white clouds gathered under the blue sky, approaching from the end of the field of vision.

At a certain distance, the wanderer could see clearly - it was not a cloud, but a large crystal butterfly with light white feathers and sparkling crystal elemental power.

The wanderer felt Nanke's aura from it.

"Nan Ke!" He took a step forward.

Crystal butterflies came in groups, and the wanderer couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes.

The dense and fine sound of butterfly wings flapping passed by his ears. He chased the butterfly group and looked back, seeing the crystal scale powder like the fire tail of a meteor, or like a shining clear snow, in the sky after the butterfly group passed by. Flowing and falling.

There was only one butterfly, like a piece of paper left in the wind, unable to stay, fluttering and falling to the earth, its uncertain body taking the shape of a human as it landed.

The Wanderer ran up and raised his arms.

The weight that fell into his palm was extremely light.

Nanke also regained consciousness.

The consciousness is assimilated by the majestic vitality of the Feather Flower, like having a dream of becoming a butterfly.

She held the hand extended by the wanderer with one hand and put the other on his shoulder. When her toes landed, she could still hear the sound behind her.

Thumping, fluttering.

The slender wings were covered with feathers and stretched from the center of the shoulder blades. Every time they flapped regularly, they swept into the corner of her vision.

For such a big pair of wings, the weight is almost unfeelable.

Nanke looked behind the wanderer.

The old man lying on the ground had a ruddy complexion and was breathing evenly.

She let out a sigh of relief and pulled her fingers away from the wanderer's palm.

The Wanderer was about to let her go when he suddenly sensed a familiar force within her body.

It is very close to Balzebul's thunder element, but slightly different.

Like the one with the same type as him many years ago...

The wanderer stared into Nanke's eyes in disbelief. Sure enough, he caught a flash of purple in her eyes. His fingers that had just been relaxed suddenly tightened: "Nanke, did anyone come here just now?!"

"No." Nanke looked back at the wanderer's face, raised the hand on his shoulder, pinched his tense face and asked with a smile, "I successfully made the feather flower bloom, why do you look like this?"

The wanderer stared blankly at her smile.

Is he too worried?

That's right, that doll is different from the abandoned him, and hundreds of years have passed, and this is not Inazuma...

The wanderer pursed his lips, then buried his head and hugged Nanke tightly: "Nanke, don't disappear suddenly like a crystal butterfly."

Of course Nanke will not disappear.

After all, she is a human being of flesh and blood.

When she comforted the wanderer with her gentle voice, the wings on her back turned into countless feathers and disappeared.

"Narananke, that's amazing!" Lambaris squeezed to her feet and praised him wholeheartedly.

"Thank you." Nanke picked it up and put it into the bamboo hat, "But, hush, someone is coming."

Feather Flower is a dream flower, and thanks to it, her perception of dreams is more acute than before.

The mercenary who went to call the doctor has returned with people.

In addition to the accompanying doctor, the mercenary also brought an uncle carrying a stretcher and a few people who came to watch the fun.

After checking, the doctor put away the stethoscope with a serious face: "Put it back first and see if he can wake up on his own. The situation shouldn't be serious."

"Seriously?" The mercenary saw the old man vomiting blood with his own eyes, so he was dubious.

The doctor glared at him: "Can you desert people be more considerate?"

The mercenary's face darkened, and he was about to open his mouth to fight back when he saw the little homeless man taking the initiative to help the old man get on the stretcher. He held back, and with a cold face, he walked past the doctor to help: "I'll do it."

A group of people turned back towards the camp. Nanke was at the end. He looked at the mercenaries carrying the stretcher in front and whispered to the wanderer: "He seems to be different from other mercenaries."

"You mean, he's not an illusion?" Wanderer asked, recovering from his worries.

Nanke nodded: "I want to test it out."

"I'll accompany you."

"Well, thank you." Nan Ke smiled.

After the mercenary carried the old man into the carriage with a shameful face, he strode away from the crowd, seemingly planning to go back and continue to stand guard.

Nanke and the wanderer stopped in front of the mercenary in time: "Hello."

The mercenary lowered his head and saw that it was two young men who were rescuing people together, and his expression softened slightly: "Is something wrong?"

"My name is Nanke," Nanke asked, "Can I ask for your name?"

"My name?" The mercenary frowned incomprehensibly.

He hesitated for a moment and answered: "My name is Taranis, and I am a new mercenary in the Thirty-man Group. If you have anything to do, go to someone else. I don't have any authority."

After Taranis finished speaking, he walked around them and left.

"Mr. Taranis," Nanke followed him and asked, "If there is a chance to realize your wish..."

Taranis hesitated.

"...What would you wish for?"

Taranis turned back, looked at her for two seconds, and sneered in a funny way: "You look like a foreigner, I advise you to read less Xumi fairy tales. There is no magic bottle that can make wishes come true in the world. They are all lies to children. .”

"What if it really comes true?" Nanke insisted, "What wish would you make?"

Taranis looked at her suspiciously: "Do I have to tell you?"

"This..." Nanke thought for a while, "It doesn't have to be said. It should be okay to think about it in your heart?"

"You are so serious that I almost believe it," Taranis crossed his arms and looked at the sky, "Well, let me think about it..."

Taranis looked complicated and was speechless for a while.

However, three minutes passed, and the surrounding sky was clear and calm as before.

"Ha, I just said, read less story books," Taranis shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "Is there anything else?"

Nanke pursed her lower lip slightly and stepped away from him: "No more, excuse me."

Taranis shook his head and strode away.

It's not him either.

Nanke looked at his back and frowned in confusion.

Taranis walked a dozen steps away when a woman ran up and stopped him.

It was Undine who was in the same car with Nanke and bit her tongue many times.

The two of them exchanged a few words. Taranis took a linen purse from Undine and walked away.

"Undine said, thank you for the medicine, and Taranis said, no thanks." The wanderer relayed the words captured by human hearing to Nanke, "Undine, we have already investigated, are we looking for the last three people? ?”

"Let's go." Nanke sighed.

Undine's wish is, "I hope a beautiful boy will appear immediately and call me mom."

As soon as she glanced at the wanderer and said this, Undine bit her tongue again, and Nanke still remembered it.

Undine is not the master of dreams.

Neither are the thirty or so people investigated so far.

Nanke had a bad feeling.