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

Regarding Sora and Ying, Nanke's memory still remains in the information Nasida provided after retrieving the World Tree.

The travelers' blood relatives are not included in the ranks of the descendants. At the same time, the information in the World Tree is vague.

Someone covered up Sora's records in Yggdrasil.

Now that Asase Hibiki still remembers Sora, it means that this change has not yet happened.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't surprised.

If he could successfully contact Sora, he might have a chance to change the future where the skirmishers were deleted by the World Tree.

"That boy once promised that when Qinglai Island faces a crisis next time, he will appear again," Asase Hibiki said, his movements still neat and tidy, helping Nanke wrap a new bandage, "I think there should be a relationship between you. There is a connection, so I think I should inform you about this before setting off."

"Thank you, Miss Xiang." Nanke was sincerely grateful.

After changing the medicine, Nanke went to the Seven Heavens Statue at the suggestion of Asase Hibiki.

It stands to reason that the Adventer can be resurrected with full health by approaching the statue, but she was moved here when she was in a coma. Although her injuries improved, the effect was not that exaggerated.

Now that I've woken up, it's well worth trying again.

The statue is located on a gentle slope behind the shrine, surrounded by rivers. Nanke was supported by Awang and stepped across the bridge. He closed his eyes and placed his palms on the statue.

No catalyst is required.

If the heart of prayer is pious enough, the statue will shed a pure white light.

Like a ray of warm winter sunshine shining under the clouds, the warm power brushes through the body.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

Nanke opened his eyes.

"How?" Asase asked from behind.

Nanke nodded, gently pushed away Awang who was holding her, and turned around: "I seem to be fine."

"This is so amazing!" A Wang was so excited that he jumped and screamed.

"Let's go back and check the wound again." Kyouya Asase raised his lips slightly and turned back first.

Nanke followed Hibiki Asase, and when he looked up, he saw the stragglers sitting on the roof of the shrine.

One leg was stretched naturally, the other leg was bent, and his forehead was deeply pressed against his knees, looking extremely gloomy.

This low pressure continued until Nanke stepped onto the ship's ladder to Qinglai Island.

"Where are you going?" The soldier suddenly grabbed her arm, his face tense.

"Qing Lai Island," Nan Ke stopped and moved slightly to the side so as not to block other people boarding the boat, and said in surprise, "Didn't I tell you?"

The skirmishers were startled.

Nanke did say that.

But he wasn't in the mood to listen.

Looking back carefully, the reason for setting off was the blood relative of the traveler Shenlong who had never seen the beginning or end of the journey.

"Miss Xiang has already paid for our boat fare," the skirmisher looked lost, so Nanke had no choice but to hold his wrist and walk up, "Let's go, you should also want to see Sora, right?"

The sun was shining brightly, and the sea breeze slightly lifted the tips of her hair.

The curve of the lips is soft and expectant.

The skirmishers felt nervous inexplicably.

Even the travelers only called the prince of the abyss as "blood relative" and "brother", but Nanke called him by his name briskly.

Could it be that……

Nanke had never been on a boat before.

Unexpectedly, the first time she boarded a boat was to sail on the sea. Whether it was the linen sail blown by the wind above her head or the school of fish following in the wake of the boat, they were all novel to her.

Most of the people on the boat were merchants heading to Qinglai Island for trade. They were three women and one man, and two of them were wearing witch costumes. They were the center of attention wherever they went.

Hibiki Asase couldn't bear the disturbance and soon took Awang back to the cabin.

Nanke admired the sea view for a while, then turned around and asked, "What does the sea look like in the winter when the country collapses?"

"Do you want to go to Zhihuang?" The skirmisher put on his bamboo hat again, his expression dim under the fluttering gauze curtain.

"I'm just a little curious," Nanke leaned back on the side of the boat, letting the warm sea breeze blow on his face, "because I haven't had the chance to travel far before, and this is the first time I've seen the sea like this."

Nanke rarely mentioned her past.

The skirmisher stared at her: "You said last time that you had a sister."

"Well," her pupils were reflected in the brightly colored scenery, and the focus was slightly blurred, "she is in poor health and can't go out, so I can't go out either."

"Wouldn't it be better to leave her behind?" said the skirmisher.

"It can't be done," Nanke shook his head, took a deep breath of the salty air, narrowed his eyes and smiled, looked at him to end the topic, "Guobeng, have you made tea and rice for Huanhuan and the others?"

The food on the ship is provided by the operator, and it is not easy to borrow the kitchen.

Nanke asked all the way to the chef in the kitchen, but he only got a look of trouble: "I don't want to borrow it, don't borrow it! Leave quickly and don't delay my work!"

"You really want to eat my cooking?" The soldier stood on the side with his arms folded.

"After all, it is your specialty," Nanke gave up quickly and turned around with a smile. "It seems that eels are also produced in Qinglai Island. Let's wait until we get off the boat, right?"

The skirmisher ignored her and stared at the chef who was squatting on the ground selecting dishes. His eyes were as sharp as a knife.

As dusk fell, the crew members walked past the cabin one by one and shouted: "It's time to eat! Everyone came out to eat, first come first, then last, no one can eat!"

Awang ran out in small steps, and Hibiki Asase followed him calmly. Nanke had already taken a seat at a large table on the deck, stood up and waved to them: "Here!"

"Hey, what about the collapse of the country?" Awang moved a stool and sat down, looking around.

"It's because I have something to do, so let's eat first," Nanke handed the chopsticks to them, "Maybe he doesn't like eating on such an occasion."

"Oh," Awang nodded, licking the corners of his mouth and clasping his hands together, "Then let him be hungry. Anyway, I'm going to start!"

As the first bite of food entered his mouth, Awang's smile suddenly disappeared.

Asase Hibiki flicked his chopsticks and decisively avoided the dish.

There was a dish of boiled wild vegetables on the plate. Nanke picked up half of the vegetable leaves, tasted it, frowned, and picked up the rice bowl.

so bitter.

No salt yet.

Neighboring diners also began to complain.

"What the hell?! Our boat fare includes meals!"

The waiter laughed a few times, finished serving the rest of the dishes, and disappeared without a trace.

"Holy shit, profiteer!"

Everyone cursed and ate at the same time.

His appetite, which was not good in the first place, plummeted amid the scolding. Nanke glanced at Awang and wanted to ask if he wanted to go back to the cabin to eat. Suddenly, he caught a hint of black in his peripheral vision.

Skirmishers came over carrying something.

Someone sniffed wildly, eyes almost glued to his hand: "What is it? It smells so good!"

No way?

Nanke couldn't believe his guess.

She just said it casually to change the subject.

And the chef has already refused?

The skirmisher walked calmly through the commotion, placed the pottery bowl in his hand in front of Nanke, lifted his bamboo hat, sat down, and looked at her with his chin in his hands.

There is only one word written on the expressionless face - "Eat".

Nanke was under a lot of pressure.

Forget the surprised and envious looks from strangers around him.

Even Awang and Asase Hibiki looked at her and stopped using their chopsticks.