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

Chapter 366 The Heart of Silius

Again and again.

A powerful pulse.

No more hollow sounds.

The vessel used to carry the heart, which had been empty for thousands of years, was finally filled with the right treasure.

It was an accident, not in tune. However, the body's instinct was triggered and it came to life involuntarily.

The pale white brilliance penetrates the blood vessels and meridians, like the roots of thousands of vegetation, penetrating the limbs and bones.

They followed the bones and blood and gathered at the three marks on the back of the neck.

The light accumulates and becomes more and more prosperous.

It's like a larva that has slept through spring and midsummer, rushing to catch up with the last flowering period and emerge from the cocoon to be reborn.

Finally, like a water balloon pierced by a needle, the bright light shot through the barrier like a water arrow, suddenly bursting out of the cocoon of restraint.

The broken doll floating among the stars suddenly opened its eyes.

The surroundings were empty and quiet, and the stars were vast. Not far below me, there was a huge light blue star spiral that was slowly rotating.

Sirius? !

There is no fire.

There are no dragons.

There is no one he should accompany!

"Uh!" The soldier opened his eyes wide in shock, and before making any reaction, he took the lead and covered his chest with force.

it hurts!

It's beating!

What's inside? !

A faint light overflowed through his broken chest, beating with rhythm and vitality. After dreaming about it for too long, the skirmisher suddenly came back to his senses and was immediately in disbelief.

Heart? !

How could he have a heart? !

Unable to feel any joy, the soldiers looked around anxiously: "Nanke...!"

With the last glance, she forced him to fall into a deep sleep.

That idiot! How dare she do this, what does she think he is? To die for her, he...

"Hey……"

The soft voice fell into the ears of the skirmishers.

He suddenly held his breath and looked above him following the voice.

A door?

The door is a symbol of passage, and that door is filled with the color of stars.

It was obvious that no one could be seen on the other side of the narrow space.

But he made a helpless voice,

"Is anyone... here?"

"Nanke!" The skirmisher ignored the strong throbbing pain in his heart and threw himself at the door.

Can't see what's on the other side.

The door didn't let him pass either.

"Tsk!" The skirmisher waved his hand and grabbed the door, trying to tear it open, but he didn't even feel the touch, and was pushed away by a strong force.

"Nanke!"

Blasting and smashing are equally useless.

The door seemed unreachable.

The skirmishers could only press their hands on the rotating starlight and anxiously ask, "Where are you?!"

There was silence on the other side for a long time.

The skirmisher's heartbeat gradually became slower, heavier, and more painful.

"There's actually...someone..."

After a long time, a misty sigh came from the other side, with a smile mixed with satisfaction.

"Nanke!"

The sea of fire swayed, amidst the pain, and outside the door where the sea of stars circulated, calls for her rang out again and again.

Being responded so positively by that voice, Nanke's mood calmed down, and the burning pain and the monster behind him no longer seemed scary.

But the man's voice was too loud.

Nanke could only wait until he stopped talking before speaking.

The person on the other side seemed to be aware of it, and gradually trembled and lowered his voice: "Nanke, where are you?"

"I do not know."

Nanke answered seriously, and then asked,

"Who are you? How do you know my name?"

With a heart, the blood began to pump. Listening to her voice, the soldier seemed to hear the heart stop beating for a moment. The moment it recovered, his blood boiled and then condensed and froze until death.

Nanke didn't hear the answer.

Since she couldn't see, she put her palm against the door, trying to sense the other person's presence in this way.

"I hurt so much." She told him sincerely, asking for help in a low voice.

"It's so scary."

"Can you... take me away?"

"You're in the black fire, aren't you!?" Realizing her situation, the skirmisher threw himself on the door, unable to hold back his roar.

"Nanke! Get out of there!"

Nanke shook his head: "There is a monster behind me."

She mustered up the courage to look back and look at the huge and terrifying skeleton behind her.

"Its eyes are looking at me,"

The eyes overflowing with terror were an arm's length away from her, scrutinizing her, and you could reach out to touch them, but for some reason, you just stared at them, as if you were waiting for something.

Like a carrion-eating eagle waiting for its prey to succumb to death.

Nanke couldn't help but move his body closer to the door, and continued to explain the situation to the other party, "I still have a pair of wings, but I can't fly..."

Nanke's voice stopped suddenly.

Nanke's lips were still open, as if he was about to say something.

But... what was she going to say?

To whom? The monster in front of you?

Feathers flew away from the corner of his vision, and Nanke looked away in confusion.

Then, she found a door in front of her, which shone brightly like a starry sky.

A young man's voice came from the other side of the starry sky. Due to the excessive force, it sounded like a hoarse and sad cry: "Get out of there! Nanke!"

What is Nanke?

In her field of vision, there was only the cold and painful fire, the terrifying monsters, and of course...and him making a sound on the other side of the door.

She felt very relieved when she heard the young man's hoarse voice.

"Are you crying?" She gently touched the surface of the door, feeling a little pity for the person on the other side.

The skirmishers were silent.

How could he cry?

That kind of thing...

"Don't cry." Nanke across from him said with a smile, using his usual gentle and coaxing tone like a strange child.

The skirmisher clutched his heart with one hand, and suddenly raised his other hand, grabbing his cheek uncontrollably.

His whole body was shaking violently, and his eyes began to fill with moisture.

The watery light covered the trembling purple pupils, reflecting the stars, flickering and flowing. Even if he raised his eyebrows and pressed his brow bones lower, they still kept pressing down on his lower eyelids.

——Since we can’t meet each other, if we want to comfort each other, it would be better to sing, right?

Nanke happened to know a suitable nursery rhyme.

Nanke closed his eyes, his wings no longer afraid of burning, and stretched gently along with his eyebrows.

“What are little girls made of?

sugar and spices,

And all good things.

What are little boys made of?

snail, scissors,

And the puppy’s tail…”

She sang and became distressed.

...What a naughty boy.

It must be quite a headache to be pranked by such a child, right?

The singing continues in a loop, and the volume gradually decreases.

In a daze, Nanke hummed a tune, listened to the other person's suppressed sobs, and recalled the ending of the nursery rhyme.

Can not remember.

There was only one sentence left in her heart.

The wings attached to her back were burned away, and only the flames outlined the light shape. The burning pain traveled along her spine, climbing towards her empty body that had lost its memory.

Moisture fell from between her closed eyelashes. Nanke opened her lips to the person on the other end through the inaccessible door and whispered from the heart: "..."

"……Love you."

What followed was the roar of the devouring dragon, and the loud sound like the mass of a star being unbalanced, expanding and exploding.

The fingers that clenched his jaws were so hard that they dug deep into his skin, scratching his cheeks that were already covered in scars and tears.

The hands of the skirmishers were filled with hot tears.

Upon hearing those two words, his body suddenly lost strength.

There was a noisy, almost collapse-like heartbeat that filled his ears, and a low, inarticulate trembling voice filled his mind, like a madman's roar complaining to God about injustice.

"what……"

"Ah..."

After a long, long time, he discovered that it was his own voice.

Nanke's voice completely disappeared.

The doors in front of me also began to disperse.

The skirmishers stretched out their hands, trying in vain to catch the traces of loss.

"Stop!"

and many more!

"It's obviously an appointment..."

Will definitely come back…

Don't...leave him alone...

The young man burst into tears.