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

The lamp flame at the corner of the table swayed rapidly, illuminating the hot ginger soup in the bowl.

Guobeng pushed the ginger soup into Nanke's eyes with a straight face: "If you don't move like a scarecrow, I will pour it on your head."

"Whatever." Nanke wrapped himself in a blanket.

Guobeng clicked his tongue.

He was working diligently at carpentry, but suddenly he had to take over a lost and disgusting person as her nanny, so it was natural for him to be upset.

Nanke thought, stood up from the table, and planned to go out to enjoy the breeze, so that it would not hinder his eyes here.

Guobeng suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed her back with great force. He picked up the ginger soup with his other hand and forcefully poured it into her mouth.

"The country is collapsing!" Nanke waved her hand to block it. He grabbed her chin and the spicy ginger juice flowed back into her trachea. She choked out a layer of physiological tears.

Guobeng pursed his lips and watched her cough, but refused to let go. Nanke came over and found that he was staring at the corners of her eyes with his brows furrowed.

He seemed to be waiting for her to cry.

But Nanke didn't cry.

The few tears quickly evaporated. The corners of Nanke's eyes were red. She looked at him for a long time and finally said in an unsteady voice: "The country collapsed and Kaneo died."

"So?" Guobeng asked her in a cold voice, "If he goes to sea, he won't be able to come back alive. Don't you know?"

Nanke didn't know how to reply to him.

Is this why he remained indifferent even when he learned of Kaneo's death?

Under the firelight, the face of the doll was covered with a warm glow, and the cool hair and cold eyebrows were extremely delicate. Nanke looked at him, his eyes gradually moved downward, lowered his eyelashes, and raised his hand to grasp the position of his heart.

"Why am I not a doll?" Her voice was almost breathy.

It wasn't that Nanke didn't want to cry.

She knew that such sadness should be accompanied by tears, but she just couldn't cry, and her chest was about to explode from the pain.

Why isn't she a doll?

In this way, no one would criticize her for not crying.

She didn't have to blame herself harshly, why she didn't shed tears for Kanexiong.

"Don't flaunt yourself shamelessly," Guobeng suddenly grabbed the hair on the back of her head and forced her to raise her head, the emotion in his eyes was sharp and fragile, "Do you think the doll doesn't want to become a human?"

After a brief quarrel, they remained strangely silent and sat at the table all night.

Gui Mu came knocking on the door at dawn to remind them to attend the funeral.

It was not a funeral for Kaneo, but a funeral for the crew members who died at sea.

Just like concealing the news of Kaneo's departure to the sea, Niwa had no intention of publicizing the death of his adjutant. People in Tatasha were now unstable. One more bad news might mean one more trouble.

But Nanke also saw a circle of dark green under Guimu's eyes.

Even if you don't say something, everyone knows it.

The funeral was not formal, and there was not even a coffin or tombstone. It was just a matter of piling up the grave. After the ceremony was over, Gogosho patted Katsuragi on the shoulder and comforted him, and held Niwa in hand as he was about to leave.

"I searched Escher's residence several times, but couldn't find what I wanted," Yu Yuzhang said with a serious look on his face, "Is it time to be executed?"

Niyu resisted slightly, hesitated for a while, and said, "I'll go talk to him again. If he still doesn't let go, I'll leave it to you."

The two of them left together.

Guobeng pressed the bamboo hat, lowered his head, and turned back.

Nanke followed.

She had no intention of giving up on what she decided to do.

It was not out of Guang Weizheng's motive of wanting to save everyone, but just to fulfill Kaneo's last wish to the best of his ability.

After helping Guobeng replace the last batch of parts, Nanke turned around with the knife in his sleeve and was about to leave, but was pulled back.

Guobeng straightened his shirt and got off the bed, his eyes as clear as crystal: "Do you still remember that I said someone wants your life?"

Nanke was startled: "Escher?"

"I changed my mind." Guobeng looked unreadable and slowly let go of her, "If he comes to you again, don't believe it no matter what he says. Run away to the Borrowing Pavilion, if that doll isn't too stupid. , I should be able to handle that guy."

Nanke didn't understand. He watched Guobeng pick up the bamboo hat hanging on the shelf and put it on his head, and asked: "Guobeng, where are you going?"

He looked back at her calmly, without saying anything, and opened the door and stepped into the rain.

Nanke touched the knife in her sleeve and realized that she was alone in the room now.

I don’t know how long it will take Guobeng to come back, so I’ll take advantage of this moment to drain the blood.

After locking the door, Nanke took out the arm rope, bit one end and tied his sleeves skillfully. He rested his wrist on the edge of the bowl, held his breath and closed his eyes, raising the knife in his hand.

But, it doesn’t hurt at all?

Nanke opened his eyes in surprise, turned over the blade of the knife and looked at it.

Broken.

The sharp and thin blade was neatly broken off, and the blade was missing, leaving only a shallow fingerprint on the blade, indicating what happened to it.

Nanke immediately thought of the one who pulled her when the country was about to leave.

Who else can break a knife with such incredible strength?

The shame, anger and unwillingness to be seen through almost immediately hit his heart. Nanke got up with a cold face and went to turn over the carving knife used for Guobeng carving.

All knives can be used, but when Nanke found those knives, he found that all of them had their blades broken off, and even the thin blades that were broken off were thrown into the pile of sawdust next to them, being rolled up randomly. Into a spiny ball shape.

The guard was bored and followed the dripping water under the eaves, and was startled when he suddenly saw Nan Ke rushing out of the house like a wind.

"girl?"

"Lend me your knife." Nanke said and reached for his waist.

The guard stepped back quickly, protecting his precious knife: "Girl, what do you want a knife for?"

Nanke gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The look of rejection on the guard's face became even stronger.

Nanke took a deep breath, lowered his hands, and looked into the yard.

It had been raining heavily for many days, and even the weeds were drooping and wilting. In the midst of the depression, most of the footprints of the collapse of the country had been washed away by the rain.

She chased him in the rain and lost her direction halfway.

The guard wiped the rain off his face and followed her, saying politely: "Girl, how about we go back first? Medicines are in short supply now, and it will be very dangerous if you accidentally catch the cold."

"I..." Nanke wanted to say it didn't matter, but he suddenly couldn't speak.

She realized that what she was doing now was just causing trouble for others.

Nanke lowered his head unwillingly and closed his eyes: "Okay. I'm sorry."

"Wait over there and I'll lend you some rain gear." The guard considerately pointed to the nearest rain shelter.

It wasn't until he was sure that Nanke had walked into the shelter that he turned around and ran to the nearest garrison point nearby.

No one would travel without rain gear on a continuous rainy day. While the soldiers were temporarily away, a worker in simple clothes went to take a rest under the rain shelter. He was surprised when he saw Nan Ke, who was soaked and looking at the heavy rain.

Gossips among the workers spread quickly, especially in this special period when they have nothing to do all day long. The news that the workers above had taken in a girl of unknown origin had already spread.

Noticing the other person's impolite look up and down, Nanke glanced sideways at him.

Her face was cold, her anger lingering, and her look was very intimidating.

The worker lowered his head, rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "Hello, girl."

Nanke ignored him.

"Is the girl waiting for someone?"

The sound of rain falling on the head of the head, Nanke took a breath, looked at the thin water vapor curling into the rain, and asked him: "What do you want from me?"