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

"belch!"

In the tavern, Disiya, who had drunk too much, burped and took Dinazede out of the booth, dancing.

"Miss, don't be a coward, come and dance together!"

Dinazede only had a sip of wine. She didn't know whether it was because of alcohol or embarrassment, but her face was extremely red. She was not as strong as Disiya, so she was hung on Disiya's arm and forced to spin around.

"Dishiya! Dishiya, please stop turning around, I'm afraid!"

Tinari watched the two playing around and smiled happily: "Compared to the time of the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival, Dina Zedei's health is much better."

The lights in the tavern were warm late at night. Nanke followed the topic and asked a few questions about Ke Lai's condition. He shook the ale in his hand and looked sideways at the stragglers.

The skirmisher sat next to her by the window, clutching the Patisara in his hand. From the moment he sat down, he had been looking out the window with his face on one hand.

Nanke didn't know what he was thinking and didn't ask.

She should have made it very clear in just a few words to the homeless man.

Soon, the wanderer will meet Ying, meet Nasida, and learn about the past of the skirmishers.

Until then.

This is when skirmishers should really worry.

Sai Nuo went to add food, and by the way brought back a wine barrel, placed it in the middle of the table, and asked, "Would you like some?"

"Huh?" The soldier looked back, expressionless.

Sano moved an empty glass, squeezed the wine dispenser twice, and pushed it in front of him; "I squeezed two pumps."

The skirmisher stared at a glass of wine with a worried look on his face.

"Isn't it funny?" Sai Nuo looked at him silently. After thirty seconds, he said seriously, "'Two pumps' and 'Two collapses' mean there are 'two collapses of countries'..."

"I'm begging you, Seno," Tinari was tired, dragging the wine glass in front of the skirmisher and dragging Seno to sit down, "give up your cold jokes."

"I just want to lighten the mood." Sano tried to explain.

Tinari pinched his brows, sighed and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

Nanke glanced at someone who was feeling depressed, put his left hand under the table, and gently held the corner of his sleeve.

The skirmisher looked at her with a cold expression.

Nanke winked at him.

The skirmisher sighed, lowered the hand holding his face, and held hers under the table.

Although, there was still no expression on his face.

After drinking for three rounds, Sano raised his wine to Nanke and said eagerly, "Nanke, do you want to compete?"

Nanke lowered his eyes and looked at the third cup he had unknowingly emptied.

"If you don't mind, Mr. Saino." Nanke handed over the cup.

While we were drinking, a green light filled the air.

In the shape of a bodhi leaf, it quietly withered on every pleasure-seeking guest in the tavern.

It is difficult for ordinary people who do not possess elemental power to detect this brilliance.

However, the person with the elemental power - Desiya was still dancing, Tinari was lying on the corner of the table and had fallen asleep long ago. Seno raised his head and drank the empty ale in one gulp, turning the glass over to Nanke with bright eyes.

Nanke swallowed the wine in his mouth, curled up the fingers of the skirmisher, and poked his palm.

"I saw it." The skirmisher responded with a calm voice, "Look at Dina Zedei."

Nanke looked at Dina Zedai.

Dina Zedei was exhausted and had been driven crazy by Disiya. She was exhausted both physically and mentally, and her soul was out of control.

The slender body was like a shrimp drifting with the current, letting Desiya pull it. As the bodhi leaves fell, it suddenly straightened its back for no reason.

Dina Zedei stood there in astonishment, lowered her head in disbelief, and stared at her raised hands.

Then Dinazede rolled up her sleeves and pulled off the bandage.

The arms that should have been covered with black scales were smooth and white.

"Di, Disiya!" This time it was Dina Zedei who screamed in surprise. She lost all her demeanor as the eldest lady of a merchant family and shook Disiya crazily. "Look at my hands! Look at my hands!" "

Nanke looked away, smiled and handed the wine glass to Seno: "One more glass."

At the end of the drink, the sky was dark, and Sano, who could drink a thousand cups, carried the sleepy Tinari on his back, and led Nanke, who could drink a thousand cups, and some stragglers to a familiar hotel.

"Let's make an appointment another day." Sainuo stood at the top of the stairs and gave Nanke a thumbs up, still wanting to know more.

Nanke waved his hand towards him.

Skirmishers walked into the room and sneered at "drunkard."

Nanke followed him in, closed the door, and leaned behind the door to watch him critically inspect the furnishings in the room.

He brushed the clean wooden table with his fingertips, twirled the dust, put down a Patisara, then glanced at the carpet, walked to the window, lifted the quilt on the bed, and flicked the oil lamp.

The skirmisher showed an unsatisfactory expression and turned to go to the bathroom.

The puppet's footsteps were always light and silent. A few seconds later, the sound of water sounded in the bathroom.

It's like a cat arriving in a new environment and patrolling its territory carefully.

The association formed unexpectedly, Nanke became interested and curled his lips.

She followed the bathroom and saw Skirmisher standing in front of the sink, just in time to turn on the faucet.

Nanke hugged him from behind and covered his hand: "The country collapsed."

The skirmisher raised his eyes and looked at her in the mirror.

The black eyes were covered with alcohol and were shining in a daze, the cheeks were more rosy than usual, and the complexion was unusually good.

The tip of her nose and lips were also reddish, as if she was cold. She put her chin on his shoulder, blew her gentle breath into his ear, and brushed his ear hair.

The "drunkard" he just mentioned refers to more than just Sano.

How could anyone drink so much and still stay awake?

It's just a subconscious pretense in front of outsiders.

The skirmisher lowered his face and easily pushed away the drunken man: "You are a philanderer."

Nanke looked confused.

She didn't really lose consciousness. She still had basic communication and understanding skills. She stood firm and looked at the straggler who made unwarranted accusations: "I didn't."

"Do you dare to count by yourself," the skirmisher turned around, leaned on the washstand and stared at her with his arms folded, "What number is this?"

What number?

Nanke was confused, and the skirmisher then spoke.

"Mitsuyo."

"Kamizato Ayato."

"That doll."

The skirmishers were listed one by one.

Then the corner of the skirmisher's mouth twitched: "What's the point of 'see you another day'? I'm afraid he won't keep an eye on you?"

盯？

Didn't she say goodbye to the wanderer properly?

Nanke didn't want to hear the stragglers complaining, so he pounced on him again: "The country collapsed."

The skirmisher turned his head and refused to accept her trick. His voice was still cold and hard: "When will you learn to reflect?"

"Then why don't you eat?" she asked.

Skirmisher:?

"You didn't even eat a bite of the food I ordered."

"Huh? Are you looking for trouble with me?"

"If you don't eat well, you won't grow taller."

The skirmisher breathed in. If he hadn't seen her staggering around without any bones, he would have pushed her away.

"You have to be at least as tall as me." Nanke continued.

"otherwise."

"Next time you pretend to be me and go to school, you'll be recognized."

His voice was softer and softer, full of concern, as if he was coaxing a child.

When the skirmishers heard this, they couldn't help but hum.

A guy who is so drunk that no one can tell him apart.

Looking sideways, Nanke's eyes blinked at him seriously, with an expression that he thought he was very awake.

"There is no sister here," the skirmisher put his hand through her armpits, grabbed her collar and pulled her head away before turning back, "Don't go crazy with alcohol."

"...?" Nanke tilted his head slowly and looked at the stragglers.

Why does the country look so unlucky?

strange?

What was she just saying?

Can not remember.

Compared with the content of the conversation, Nanke struggled away and stubbornly rubbed the tip of his nose against the skirmisher's ear again. He felt him stiffen slightly and whispered softly: "The country has collapsed, you have reacted."

The sound of the back molars grinding can be heard extremely clearly at a close distance.