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

When Nanke woke up again, most of the burning pain inside and outside his body had disappeared.

"Nanke!" Awang looked so aggrieved that the sky was about to fall. He lay on Nanke's hand and cried loudly, "You finally woke up, oooooooooo..."

"What's wrong?" Nanke was startled and pinched her face with his backhand.

"Moaning for no reason."

Awang looked like a loach, twisting and being lifted up by someone's back collar.

"Oh, that's him!" Ah Wang danced in mid-air, pointing at the stragglers and accusing loudly, "He bullied me!"

The skirmisher twitched his lips.

Nanke laughed and bent his elbows to sit up. Halfway through, he felt the pain of a tearing wound in his chest.

She frowned and almost fell down.

The skirmisher's hands and eyes quickly supported her back.

At the same time, there was a loud "boom".

Awang hit the floor in a big shape.

"Uuuu, no one loves me..." Awang turned his head to reveal his red forehead, tears streaming down his face before he could speak.

"Pfft." Nanke's shoulders shook.

She smiled while holding down the wound that was more painful. She wanted to hold it in but couldn't. She followed the soldier's arm and turned sideways, grabbing his skirt: "Guobeng, she is Awang..."

"You don't have to say it." The skirmisher's brows sank slightly and he sat down cross-legged.

Too intimate.

Awang looked at them and opened his mouth slightly.

Nanke laughed and fell into Guobeng's arms, his eyes curved into crescent moons, shining with a layer of physiological tears.

Guobeng lowered his head and hugged her, his face expressionless and focused.

Is this something she, an underage miko, can watch for free?

She shouldn't be here.

Awang frowned, turned around and crawled out.

Nanke laughed for a while before he stopped.

Awang was no longer where he was.

The interior has elegant wooden floors and Japanese-style lattice windows, and some evil-proof objects are hung. The faint scent of incense is blown in by the breeze in the hall.

It should be a shrine somewhere.

In addition, there is the cold fragrance like snow on the skirmishers.

"I'm sorry." Nanke smiled weakly and buried himself in the shoulder of the straggler.

"You are obviously so weak that you still want to be nosy," the skirmisher tightened his arms slightly and said calmly, "Next time, I'll tie a rope around you so that you don't die as soon as you leave my sight."

Nanke was stunned for a moment and retorted: "I'm not a dog."

"What a coincidence, I hate dogs too."

The disgust on the skirmisher's face was genuine.

Nanke couldn't help but laugh again: "The country collapsed."

He pursed his lips.

"I mean," Nanke suppressed the smile on his face, raised his head and looked at him seriously, "I'm sorry, I almost really lost you."

Nanke's eyes were clear and black, with a little smile on them, making them look particularly gentle.

The skirmisher's eyebrows moved, and he couldn't help but look away, staring at the back of her head and scoffing: "Lost? You must have overestimated yourself."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Nanke bit the tip of his tongue.

makes sense.

She was so proud that she almost forgot that she was the one who had to follow him around as a burden.

"I'd better rest for a while," she said silently, raising her hand to push the skirmisher, "Can you help me call Awang back..."

Midway through Nanke's words, he suddenly lost his voice.

The skirmisher put an arm around her shoulders and pressed her lower back with another arm, avoiding her injuries, and gave her an unexpected but solid hug.

"That's not what I meant." The voice in his ear was quick and low, as stiff as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Nanke pressed his face against the skirmisher's soft hair and tilted his head, unable to see his expression.

"What?" she asked.

"I was just..." The soldier hesitated, his voice getting lower and lower, "And what I said to Mitsuyo, actually I..."

Nanke waited patiently for a long time, but did not hear his next words.

Do you want to apologize to her?

"It doesn't matter," she smiled and patted his back, "I don't care about that anymore."

The skirmisher's body suddenly stiffened.

"It's just... about healing demons, because I'm still an ordinary human at heart, so please don't do it in the future."

Nanke endured the embarrassment of recalling that kiss. He was so loud and angry that when he blurted out his words, he was mentally prepared to be ridiculed, but he didn't hear the straggler's response.

She pushed him away carefully and found that the expression on the skirmisher was... strange.

Should I say it is unwillingness, anger, or resentment?

The skirmisher stood up quickly, gritted his teeth and turned away without saying a word.

Nanke was a little confused, and soon he saw Awang coming in with a wooden tray.

"What is Guobeng doing with this dissatisfied look on his face... ow!"

Hibiki Asase, who was walking behind, gave Awang a merciless blow.

Awang cried and shut up, lowered his head and hummed: "Nanke, master is here to help you change your dressing."

"Sorry to trouble you." Nanke pushed the quilt forward and opened his clothes in cooperation.

Due to the injury, Nanke only wore a loose cross-collar top. She took off half of it, clutched the fabric piled in her arms, and bit her lip.

Asase Hibiki untied the bandages on her body in circles, and the adhering blood scab was torn open, and Nanke shivered in pain.

"Coming here is indeed the right thing to do," Hibiki Asase wiped off the excess ointment on her back with warm wine and said while applying the medicine, "When I lived on Qinglai Island, I once met a blond traveler. Just like you, he possesses spiritual power. He is neither a monster nor a god's eye, but he can control elemental power. The traveler at that time used the power of the Seven Heavens Statue to heal his wounds."

Blonde traveler?

Nanke was startled, his attention shifted, and even the pain in his body became thinner.

"Master, how many years ago was that?" Ah Wang complained.

"It was the time when the beast tide was catastrophic," Asase said. "If it hadn't been for the help of that traveler, all the residents, including me, would have been hunted to death by the dogs of the beast realm decades ago."

"Miss Xiang," Nanke endured the pain and turned back and asked, "What is the name of that traveler?"

"He didn't leave his name," Asase Hibiki raised his eyes and said clearly, "Do you really know him?"

"Not acquaintance, just heard of it," Nanke hesitated, "Then is he a boy or a girl?"

"It's a young man."

is empty.

Nanke's brain reacted immediately, and then he fell into deep thought.

Nanke is essentially a very Buddhist player.

It should be said that I have basically no desire for entertainment activities.

The reason why he came into contact with the original god was entirely because he took over Nan Yi's mobile phone after his death.

But Nan Ke is serious about helping Nan Yi collect stones and pass the plot.

Being poked by Skirmisher's legendary mission and accepting the invitation to come here to witness his footprints was one thing. On the other hand, Nanke had also more or less wondered whether the original two protagonists existed here.

It turned out to be there.

If it is really Kong, then it will be Ying who appears in Teyvat five hundred years later?