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

Kinjiro walked quickly holding the candlestick.

The small candle flame swayed with the steps, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

This is the soothing incense obtained from the witch.

After delaying for too long, it was already dark. Kinjiro was about to open the door, but he thought.

Ah Wang's eyes are wrapped, can he see the fire?

Can she smell the fragrance when she cries so hard?

The hand pushing the door was fixed in mid-air and slowly tightened.

Kinjiro took a few deep breaths, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, then gritted his teeth and continued to push the door.

A young man's thoughts are always secret.

When he realized his feelings, his eyes began to unconsciously search for the child among the crowd.

Poor and strong, cute and stubborn.

Like a single shadow of the light of a flowing firefly.

and so.

Awang...

Please don't die.

The candlelight illuminated the room, and under the warm light, the unconscious Awang was held by Guobeng with one arm, while Guobeng's other hand was intertwined with Nanke's fingers.

This is a very unfamiliar scene for both Awang and Kinjiro, who have no relatives for no reason.

Kinjiro couldn't help but stop.

Nanke turned his head, patted the floor beside him and smiled softly at him: "Kinjiro, put the candle here."

Kinjiro responded helplessly.

Just as he put down the candle, he heard Nanke say again: "Can I trouble you to get some water again?"

Kinjiro subconsciously turned around and went out.

When I reached the threshold, I remembered that I hadn't asked her what she wanted water for, how much water she wanted, and how hot it was.

But the light behind him lengthened Kinjiro's shadow.

Too long, too long to look like himself, and too dark.

No, it was candlelight - Kinjiro realized.

The candlelight is too bright.

He turned back suddenly, only to see a scene in his eyes.

Nanke held Guobeng's hand, and the fingertips of the other hand danced with strange purple light, like a traveler lighting a bonfire in the cold night, touching the candle flame gently but firmly.

Just like the scorching sun rising in midsummer, more dazzling light bursts out.

Then there were flames and loud noises.

-

History has iron rules that cannot be changed.

But there are always exceptions to everything, so World Tree corrected it.

The skirmisher clearly took out the blade in Ah Wang's place, and the ending of Ah Wang being burned was still forcibly embedded in reality without any logic, which is proof.

And just like a small inconsequential countercurrent occasionally appears under turbulence, it is impossible to know what the standard is. Changes within a certain threshold are actually allowed - the sooner or later Katsuragi dies does not affect the outcome of "Katsuraki Cutting Nagamasa" history.

Nanke is naturally weak in dealing with emotions, and it is easier than ordinary people to look at everything from a rational perspective, so he thought of a possibility——

Yggdrasil seems to only value the facts themselves.

As long as the calm surface is not touched, all actions will be regarded as undercurrents under the shadow and ignored.

Since Awang must die.

Then Awang must die.

The severe pain of the explosion swept through his limbs and bones.

Her whole body hurt like it was being crushed into pieces, and it was as if it was punishment for her willfulness. The separation of consciousness was extremely slow. Nanke was forced to go blank by the pain. After an unknown period of time, she woke up and saw Pure White again. of heaven and earth.

Nanke lowered his head and couldn't see his hands.

The pure whiteness of nothing, even its own existence cannot be confirmed. It is so white that it makes people panic, and they can't help but suspect that their own perception is wrong.

She died again.

But unlike that time in the heart of the furnace, there was no power to bind her soul, and she came to this space almost immediately.

Did the skirmishers protect A Wang?

Was Kinjiro affected?

Does the Eightfold Son of God agree to protect Awang?

There is no way to know.

The concept of time is infinitely stretched.

It's like experiencing countless centuries alone.

But it is as short as the moment of birth and death.

When the chill hit, Nanke curled up and opened his eyelids.

The world was colorful, the grass seemed greener, and the pink flower buds that were suppressed by her face twisted out half of them. Behind her was the blue sky, and the salty sea breeze blew into a pair of cool purple eyes.

The skirmisher sat next to her under the statue, with his elbows on his bent knees, holding up half of his particularly impatient face: "Thanks to you, I stayed under the statue of Barzebul all winter. "

Nanke sat up and asked, "Did it succeed?"

"Everyone thought we were dead," the skirmisher turned away to look at the sea, his fine ears and hair swaying in the wind with the rhythm of his words, "Ye Shenzi promised to keep this secret, and she took away Awang's third child. Oh my god, a demon bird is flying here, saying that Awang’s illness is cured.”

"History is indeed very arrogant," Nanke breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the ebb and flow of the tide. "There is a famous saying in my world when a country collapses. Some people are alive and they are dead. Some people are dead and they are dead." Still alive.”

A Wang is the latter.

The two of them are the former.

On the green hillsides dotted with flowers in spring, the chill has not completely faded away, the sky is high, the clouds are wide, and the sun is light and warm.

It was rare to relax, Nanke squinted his eyes and wanted to have a good sleep, when he suddenly heard the soft friction of the clothes around him.

Before he could react, the smell of cold snow and the feeling of soaring invaded his five senses.

"Collapse of the country?!" Nanke grabbed the straggler's shoulders reflexively.

The skirmishers picked her up and hugged her sideways.

The doll's face in the sun was beautiful and graceful, and the slightly mean chin was facing her, tense and tense.

The skirmishers were moving purposefully in a certain direction.

"Where are you taking me?" Nanke asked.

"Of course I want to find a way to get rid of you as a burden," he said rudely, "I still have to go find Dotore to settle the score before I am deleted from the world, so I will leave slowly without seeing him off."

The skirmishers lowered their eyes.

His eyes were rarely peaceful.

However, he chuckled and let go the next moment, and Nanke fell down with a scream without warning.

The instigator's straight lips and light clothes quickly moved away. Nanke smashed through a layer of dead leaves and vines, and fell from the bright spring scenery into a quiet darkness.