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

Awang started to have a fever.

The skin from head to toe was severely ulcerated for no apparent reason.

The medicine for Tatarsha was still insufficient. Since she was a preparatory shrine maiden of Narukami Taisha Shrine, Yae Kamiko took time out of her busy schedule to come and see it in person. She could only frown: "She was burned all over her body without being near the fire. Could it be that someone put a curse on her?" ?”

Suspicion naturally fell on two unknown persons, Nanke and Xingbing.

The skirmisher clenched his fists: "Aren't you the most powerful witch in Balzebul? You can't even cure a human child?"

"This is beyond the scope of demon power and elemental power," Yae Shenzi gently put down Awang's bandaged wrist, "You guys, do you have any idea about this?"

Nanke had no clue.

"Looking like this, I probably won't survive tonight."

Yae Shenzi sighed, turned and left.

Until Kinjiro came after hearing the news.

"It's true!" Kinjiro saw the unconscious Awang and was so shocked that he almost lost strength and fell down.

Nanke's eyes lit up: "Kinjiro, do you know something?!"

"I," Kinjiro's voice was unsteady, "I had a dream..."

A dream that is too real and impossible to find out.

"There was a black knife melted in the stove. Awang looked at the knife and cried, then jumped into the fire to get it..." Kinjiro repeatedly inspected the large burns on Awang's body, puzzled and horrified, "Could it be that I Has your dream come true?”

Nanke suddenly understood.

Regarding the reason why the skirmishers sent Awang away.

And his motive for trying to save himself.

But the guess was too cruel. She looked at the straggler who was standing by with his head lowered, and just called his name, not daring to ask any more questions.

"I guess," the soldier's burned hand rested on Awang's pillow, his eyes darkened through the gauze curtain of the bamboo hat, "I dreamed about it too."

Not in a dream.

But see it with your own eyes.

The A-Wang of the past must have jumped into the fire to save Da Tao Changzheng without any hesitation.

This is destined death.

"Why don't you even let go of a child..." Nanke wanted to hold Awang's hand, but was afraid of hurting her wound, so he could only grit his teeth and shut up his tears.

Even though Awang was unconscious, he was still not stable.

Sometimes he moaned, sometimes he cried out in pain.

Occasionally he would whisper and call for people when he was awake.

She was still young and had almost never had a normal childhood. Over and over again, it was just their names and those of a few people who were not present.

When Nanke was called, Nanke responded in a low voice.

"Nanke..." Awang paused, then cried and said to her, "My face is so hot and hurts..."

Nanke carefully wiped her tears, but her burned eyes could no longer be opened, her tears could not stop, and the soaked bandages could not be wiped clean.

Nanke could only persuade her calmly: "Awang, don't cry."

Awang whined: "Kinjiro."

Kinjiro: "I'm here!"

"The country collapsed."

"……Um."

"Why, Gogo-sama..." Awang asked with sobs, "Kasaki, Kaneo, and Niwa-sama, they are not here?"

child.

Don't understand anything.

Or do you know everything?

Awang was quiet for a while, and then he shouted vaguely: "Grandpa..."

"Don't go there, Awang," Nanke tried in vain to persuade him to stay, "Don't you want to be a doctor? You haven't learned to write yet. You are only nine years old, and there are many, many nine-year-olds. Don't do it now..."

Nanke couldn't say that word.

"Awang doesn't want to die."

Ah Wang cried and said it himself.

Then there was no sound.

Nanke's heart also fell.

Kinjiro leaned over Awang's chest, and after a while, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Awang passed out."

The little child was unconscious and woke up from the pain.

Nanke didn't know for a moment whether he should hope that Awang would continue to persist, or whether he should simply let her stop this torture.

At dusk, the situation finally got a little better.

Kinjiro brought sugar, and Nanke dissolved it in warm water, then held Awang's back and fed her to drink.

Awang swallowed hard and huddled in Nanke's arms in pain.

What should I do?

Nanke shifted his gaze helplessly and looked around.

Even if I could find painkillers.

Kinjiro went out to ask for candles. The soldier had a bamboo hat on his knees and sat silently, looking like a real doll.

Nanke looked at him, suddenly a little scared, and couldn't help but touch his hand: "The country collapses?"

The touch was warm, but the skirmisher didn't respond.

The narrow darkness seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and all of it fell on Nanke's head.

She held her breath and touched his face again.

Fortunately, the soft cheek under the fingertips suddenly moved.

"When Awang died, that was probably when I was deleted."

The voice of the skirmishers was mediocre.

Nanke's eyes heated up almost immediately, and he muttered: "Don't..."

"To be honest, I once thought that you were a gift from the world that took pity on me," the soldier raised his eyes, his purple eyes reflecting the sunset outside the window mockingly and quietly,

"You can approach me on your own, you can join Tatasha on your own, and your heart has been attracted by Escher... If I had not kidnapped Niwa at that time, but chose to dig out your heart, maybe Kaneo No one will die."

Did he think about killing her?

Anyone who hears such words will be shocked.

Nanke lowered his hand and stroked Awang's hair, pursed his lips, and said with difficulty, "It would be great if you did that."

"Yeah," the skirmisher said in a suppressed voice, "if only I did that."

But he didn't do that after all.

There is no chance to do it again.

"I promised to tell you some good news before," after a while, Skirmisher looked out the window at the growing darkness and said, "That good news is still valid now - the doll you like is actually... "

"Don't worry," Nanke interrupted, "I will definitely go back to see him."

The skirmisher clenched his fists and was glad for a moment that he was looking at the sky instead of her.

After grinding his molar teeth, he let out an extremely unhappy sneer: "Really? It turns out you guessed it."

He mentioned this matter openly or secretly no less than three times.

Nanke checked Awang's breathing, but didn't respond. He suddenly picked up Awang and stuffed him into the arms of the skirmishers: "The country is falling, let's make a bet."

"What?" He looked worried.

Nanke's eyes sparkled: "Bet on whether the three of us will die here."