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

The time paradox holds that the same person cannot appear twice at the same time. If there are exceptions, one of them must be killed.

Nanke once thought that this was the fundamental reason why the stragglers were deleted after they returned to the past.

However, Skirmishers said that his deletion was related to Awang's death. From this point of view, what made him disappear may be the loss of the key phenomenon of "Qingqi" and the replacement of this period of history.

Nanke knew very well that although he could not see anything abnormal now, he could not tell one day when the skirmishers would suddenly disappear.

Therefore, Nanke thought about this journey that seemed to be walking in the fog, and decided to go in a circuitous way in his own way.

At least he would not let the stragglers meet his past self again, and try to prevent anyone in the world from noticing that they were the same person.

So, when the skirmishers were about to march into Daozuma City with great fanfare, Nanke stopped him.

"What if your youth version comes here?"

Nanke's expression was serious.

The skirmisher's eyebrows moved, and he laughed after a while: "Am I afraid?"

"I'm just asking for news about Escher, you..." Nanke looked around and pointed to a flowering dream tree, "Go there and wait for me. I'll be back soon."

The skirmishers frowned, but Nanke moved very quickly. He had already left him behind and ran towards the city gate.

A Shiba Inu passed by with its tail wagging, stopped, sniffed the hem of Nanke's clothes, and then looked at the stragglers with its tongue sticking out.

Skirmisher: "..."

Those round, harmless dog eyes are exactly the same as Nanke's.

"Are you related to Isshin Chuan?" Hearing Nanke ask about Akame's family affairs, the guarding soldier kindly advised, "Akame's family has been investigated, Niwa's family has also been ransacked, and the remaining Maplehara family is busy dealing with the mess. I have too much time to take care of myself, so I suggest you come back later."

Nanke's heart dropped.

"What about the women and children of the Niwa family?"

"He was rescued by the Maple Plains family."

Fortunately in misfortune.

Nanke went back after inquiring about the news and saw the skirmisher leaning under the dream tree, gently kicking the head of a Shiba Inu that came from nowhere with his toes.

Clouds of pink petals fell on his bamboo hat, and the corners of his mouth were raised clearly behind the tulle.

The cat-type skirmishers are actually dog ​​gangs?

Nanke thought and wandered off for a second. When she walked over, the Shiba Inu noticed her and ran away with a "woof".

"All the staff of the Akame family have been dismissed, and Escher has not returned to Inazuma City." Nanke reported the news one by one. "Has the doctor already left Inazuma?"

"Nine times out of ten," the skirmisher's eyes were sharp, "His slice research has not been successful yet, and it is not incomprehensible that he is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Then what do we do next?"

"Dotore will stay in the winter until he completes the slicing. The next time he appears will be in Sumeru." The skirmisher glanced towards the far north, "Forget it, I don't have to regret that I can't cut him into pieces." , after all, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

He raised the corners of his mouth, his evil smile so cold that he fell off his face.

"That means we will stay in Daoji for the next five hundred years?" Nanke asked.

The skirmisher's smile disappeared instantly.

"In that case," Nanke suggested, "let's go see Kaneo's sister?"

The Niwa family is in danger, and no one would bother to inform an unknown girl about the death of a mere adjutant.

Although it is bad news, it is something that must be conveyed.

On the way, we passed a small station market.

Having just been washed away by the tide of pitch-black beasts, the entire Dao Wife is in dire straits. Compared with the unified currency circulating in the continent, Mora, everyone is more inclined to barter.

Carrying the crimson hydrangea she picked on the road, Nanke went to one store after another and finally found a grocery store willing to trade with her.

The skirmisher stood beside her with her hands folded, watching her ask for a handful of huozhezi, and then picked out a kitchen knife. His brows gradually knitted into knots: "What are you doing with these?"

Nanke ignored him, tried the feel of the kitchen knife, and handed it to the landlady without looking back.

After all, she couldn't make a fire.

Nor can I catch fish.

She was woken up by mosquito bites at night, and during the day she had to be careful not to have people come out of the grass to carry her away and eat her.

"Why are you so useless?" The skirmisher always stood by with an interested expression. When he felt better, he crossed his legs and propped up his chin, smiling at her, "How about asking me?"

How important it is to have a mean travel companion.

In just a few days, she learned the importance of self-reliance and self-reliance.

Nanke picked out everything he could think of and could use. When he looked back, he fell into silence.

She seemed unable to carry so much.

The landlady looked at it and laughed: "Is this your first time traveling far away, girl? The Crimson Sakura Hydrangea you picked will probably give you elemental power. If you ask me, just bring these few things."

The landlady picked and packed a small bundle for Nanke.

There was no fire seal or kitchen knife, only ointment and a few pieces of seasonal clothing.

"Thank you, but it's better to wrap everything up," Nanke ignored the stragglers beside him and smiled, "It's better to be prepared than to be chased by Qiuqiu people."

"Superfluous." The skirmisher clicked his tongue impatiently.

Then Nanke was grabbed by the arm and dragged out.

At the same time, the little bundle was also taken away.

The spring sun was shining brightly. Nanke followed the stragglers for a few steps and narrowed his eyes. The resentment in his heart slowly turned into helplessness and worry.

Nanke was not naive enough to expect that he and the skirmishers could be like the travelers and Paimon.

But if the current situation continues, she will one day be exposed in the wilderness due to his refusal to save her and his ridicule.

……wrong.

Nanke remembered.

I won't die.

The future seems darker.

"Humph, do you regret walking with me?" the skirmisher walking in front said in a strange tone, "You asked for this."

Nanke struggled with his arm, but failed to break free, so he simply gave up: "Did I say I wouldn't be with you?"

The grip on his hand became stronger. In the spirit of not embarrassing himself, Nanke took a step forward and grabbed his sleeve with his backhand.

The stragglers turned around and stopped talking.

Nanke stood in the crowd and looked at him.

After a long stalemate, the skirmishers let go first.

Nanke's treatment improved slightly that day.

At least when the Qiuqiu people rushed out of the woods after smelling human scent, the skirmishers didn't sit indifferently and watch the show.

At night, the skirmisher leaned against the campfire with his eyes closed. Nanke called him a few words in a low voice. Seeing that he didn't respond, he took out his clothes from his bag and went to a river bend not far away to take a bath alone.

It has been a week since I came to Narukami Island, and I was finally able to change out of my smelly winter clothes.

The moon had just risen, blocked by the distant Yingxiang Mountain, and the water in the dense reeds was clear.

Nanke put on a soft linen bathrobe, tested the water temperature, and stepped into the pebbles at the bottom of the river.

The river flow is slow, and compared with the cool night air, it has some residual warmth from the sun.

"What are little boys made of? Frogs, snails, and puppy tails," she hugged her knees and sat on the pebbles, lowering her head and singing to her face. "What are little girls made of? Sugar, spices, There is something beautiful..."

The water surface undulates with fine silver.

Nanke couldn't help laughing as he sang.

After all, I still can’t imitate Nan Yi’s vitality.

But it doesn't matter, she still has a lot of time and opportunities to learn.

Human feelings other than pain and crying.

Five hundred years later, if we can meet Nasida, we might be able to share what we have learned along the way.

Nanke submerged half of his face under the water, blew out a few strings of bubbles to let his mind wander, and heard the sound of reeds being plucked.

To be precise, it was the sound of being blown.