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

Mitsuyo's bed was really big. Nanke was lying on one side, and Mitsuyo was lying on the other side facing her, with his four broad wings hanging loosely behind his back.

There was a big fight during the day, and before even a few words could be said, Mitsuyo's upper and lower eyelids started to fight.

"Mitsuyo?" Nanke called her in a low voice.

Mitsuyo barely opened his eyes: "Ang?"

Close the distance and stare carefully.

Nanke imitated the look in the skirmishers' eyes and asked without blinking, "What do you think I'm thinking about now?"

Mitsuyo was stunned and raised his eyebrows: "Are you hungry?"

"Probably not," Nanke smiled bitterly, stroking Mitsuyo's hair, "It's okay, you can go to sleep."

Mitsuyo grunted and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Nanke sighed silently.

I can't even comprehend it, so it's still too difficult to seek answers from others.

Are you going to ask the soldiers personally tomorrow?

This idea just crossed my mind and was immediately rejected.

There's no reason, I just think it's not possible.

Nanke dismissed the chaotic thoughts and closed his eyes.

But the next day she realized it was a mistake to give up thinking about it.

Because as soon as he saw the skirmishers, his abnormal heartbeat started again.

"Is something wrong?" The soldier put the remaining half cup of bitter tea on Dao Qi's shoulder and raised his eyebrows at her.

Nanke looked away and pretended not to look at him: "Can I really practice swordsmanship like this?"

The teacup was placed on the shoulder where Dao Qi held the sword.

It is said that it is also a kind of practice, but the small teacup and Dao Qi's tall stature are too harsh.

"I didn't know," the straggler spread his hands without any psychological burden, "It's just a method he heard from hearsay. The dog gave him to me for training that day, so I just tried it."

The serious master Mitsuyo went out early in the morning to scout the monster-fighting route.

Nanke was speechless for a moment, but Dao Qi maintained an awkward posture and swung the knife seriously and hard: "Mr. Guobeng, I will definitely try my best!"

"It's worthy of praise in terms of attitude," the skirmisher curled his lips, "try your best and struggle hard."

Next is Nanke.

The venue for practicing elemental power was completely destroyed by yesterday's bombing. The skirmishers casually carried her to a floating rock and took a look at Dao Qi's location.

Realizing that she was going to be alone with him, the abnormal heart rate started again.

"Can't you see Mr. Dao Qi's practice?" Nanke put his hands behind his back and secretly pinched the wrist of his left hand with his right hand.

"I've already given the order, why do I need to fulfill my duty of supervision?" The soldier stretched out his hand, "Give me your hand."

"I'll practice by myself." Nanke refused.

The atmosphere was a little tense.

"Are you afraid of something?" The skirmisher observed her for a while, with interest slowly appearing in his eyes.

Nanke pursed his lower lip, tilted his head and repeated, "I can do it."

What she was thinking was that skirmishers always had excellent ears.

His heart was beating so fast that his eardrums were spinning, he must have heard it.

He didn't notice at all that she tried her best to look away from her face, which was getting hotter, but the thin red color gradually staining her ears fell into the eyes of Xian Soldier.

"Don't want to hold my hand?" The joking voice slowly approached his ears, "That's okay."

"The country is collapsing, don't come here again." Nanke backed away unbearably.

"Why?" He continued to approach.

why?

Nanke's heart felt hot and his breathing was thin.

This feeling of drowning and being unable to control myself is too unfamiliar and too exciting.

It's all his fault...looking at her like that.

The floating stone was not large in area. Nanke retreated again and again until he reached the edge of the stone and would fall if he went further.

She had no choice but to do what he wanted and look at him bravely: "The country collapsed."

"Huh?" Skirmisher said casually.

"Can you stop bullying me?"

"You call this bullying?" The soldier's expression changed.

Otherwise, how else should she understand it?

This is already the second time.

After the duel with Mitsuyo, this was the second time that he had approached her inexplicably like this.

Regardless of whether she is blushing or heartbeating, Nanke is conscious and clear. The straggler is not Mitsuyo. He hates human beings and it is impossible for him to have that kind of thought towards her.

Is it because Mitsuyo's actions also aroused his possessiveness?

That's why she couldn't stand others showing kindness to her.

He planned to test and tease her with this kind of intimate behavior that only humans can be shaken by.

Anyway, she is not his friend, and she is not even qualified as a traveling companion.

Nanke bit his lip slightly and looked at each other with the skirmishers. The non-existent smell of gunpowder began to fill the air.

"Ha," the skirmisher looked angry, and raised his hand to grab the back of Nanke's neck, "Since you think this is bullying, then so be it. It just so happens that I am happy to build my happiness on the pain of others."

Rub the tip of your nose to the tip of your nose.

The skirmishers deliberately slowed down their movements and stared at Nanke's reaction.

Nanke didn't hide either.

A kiss is nothing compared to real violence.

But even for Nanke, the first kiss is of extraordinary importance.

If he really does this.

She will definitely resist with all her strength.

The skirmishers stopped within a hair's breadth.

"Aren't you going to continue?" Nanke's hands dropped to his sides, clenched tightly.

"If you were going to die, I really want to push you down from here and throw you to death." The skirmisher let go in frustration, "It's a pity that I still have to go through a lot of trouble to find you and wait for you."

"why?"

"Chasing the murderer, seeking revenge," he dragged her away from the edge of danger, "Haven't you heard of it?"

Nanke didn't have a chance to answer. She was caught off guard and an elemental force hit her body from the skirmisher holding her arm.

Nanke fell to his knees almost immediately.

"Be patient," the skirmisher held her half-supported, half-hugged, with a bad expression, "You'll feel better."

This is simply public revenge.

Under the guise of helping her guide the elemental power, she performed electric shocks.

The thunder elemental power that exceeded the body's load could not help but pour in wave after wave, and Nanke's dark pupils were dyed purple again.

The infinitely painful touch paralyzed the body, and the consciousness tried its best to channel the turbulent flow of elements with traceable external forces, like a ship struggling to sail to the lighthouse in a storm.

It is controlled at the very edge of causing harm.

Even thinking is broken into incoherent pieces.

"The expression she has now is cuter."

With a layer of warmth covering his cheeks, Nanke grabbed the sound and squeezed out a glimmer of clarity, reconnecting his vision to his brain.

A short distance away, under the long eyelashes like crow feathers, a pair of purple eyes were half-closed, out of sight, and the soft touch pressed against her lips.

There is nothing that a skirmisher wants to do or cannot do.

Deliberately straying from the topic to make him angry?

Ah.

Nanke's lips were rubbed maliciously by him.

He wanted to hide, but his hands and feet were paralyzed by the electric current, and he couldn't even use a finger.

Why...do you have to do this?

The feeling of being deprived of her first kiss.

Uncontrollable weakness of the body.

There is also the confusion of not kissing someone like her.

Nanke's eyes were filled with a layer of blurred moisture, and as the deep kiss rolled around, the back of his head was pressed, and the skirmisher's breath penetrated deeper.

The sadistic kiss was too much for Nanke to bear.

The consciousness that was hard to return to its position passively floated and drifted along with the movements of the skirmishers, and suddenly an idea came to him——

……anyway.

The last time I practiced elemental power.

She was also lost for a moment.

Then Mitsuyo rushed forward and dueled with the skirmishers.

Could it be that……