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

The next day they walked in the guard forest all day.

The sparse sky was revealed between the straight ancient trees in front of them. The sun was gradually setting and turning red, but no matter how hard we walked, we could never get any closer.

"The country collapsed..." Nanke was leaning on the tree trunk next to him and couldn't walk anymore.

The skirmisher stopped and turned back: "What? Can't you hold on anymore?"

"Do you feel like we've been wandering around in the same place?" Nanke took a deep breath and pointed to the almost identical scenery ahead.

The demon raccoon who was following Nanke turned into her and handed her a handful of water filled with leaves.

Nanke took it and thanked him. Just as he was about to drink, he heard the straggler ask back, "Isn't this your own fault?"

Nanke was startled.

The skirmisher looked meaningfully at the ignorant and harmless demon raccoon beside her.

After walking for so long, most of the demon raccoons following them had fallen behind, leaving only four or five around.

Could it be that they have been going in circles and have something to do with these little guys?

Nanke bent down and wanted to touch the head of the demon raccoon who was handing him water. He seemed to notice that her eyes had changed. It turned back into its raccoon form and raised its head and screamed "Yah".

Nanke felt empty.

His hand passed through it.

The other demon raccoons also started barking one after another. After about ten seconds, they glanced at Nanke reluctantly, then turned and ran away.

The back of the demon raccoon in the field of vision and the real touch in his hand began to slowly dissipate.

The scenery in front of me was like a weathered one, the setting sun was setting rapidly, and the deep forest was getting darker and darker, until there was no light left at all above my head. The strange fluorescent flowers and plants bloomed quietly under my feet, and the sound of gurgling water reached my ears.

This is the depths of the Guarded Forest, a place completely opposite to the direction they are walking.

"I kindly reminded you a long time ago," the skirmisher stood in front of him with some time to spare, "I just didn't expect you to be so stupid, and now I realize something is wrong."

An indescribable nausea surged into his throat, and Nanke frowned and covered his mouth.

"Relax," he continued, "It's just some demonic power with no malicious intent. Who made you eat so much without any precautions?"

His sarcasm and amusement were unabashed.

Nanke was so uncomfortable that she clutched the fabric on her chest: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Heh." Skirmisher didn't deny it at all.

"Skirmishers!"

Nanke rarely called him that.

The skirmisher dropped his smile slightly. Nanke walked over angrily. He didn't hide and allowed her to take off his hat.

When Nanke threw the bamboo hat into the water next to him, the slightly cold arc of his thin lips even rose further: "So your anger is only at this level."

"You could have told me directly." After all, he wasn't feeling well, and he didn't dare to really fight with him to ask for trouble. Nanke took a step back, "What you do will make me feel that the demon raccoons want to harm me. "

Those little guys didn't mean any harm, so she didn't have to suffer this.

Why shouldn't she hate them?

"Ha, who are you to me? Why do I have to be so considerate to you?" the skirmisher mocked.

Nanke wanted to reply, but suddenly became silent.

...is it a friend?

But he made fun of her sincerely all the way, and she thought she couldn't reach that level in his heart.

At best, they are traveling companions.

Still dispensable.

Nanke didn't speak, and the soldiers looked at her calmly, as if they were really waiting for her answer.

After being silent for a long time, he turned away when he asked: "Humph, only people like you can naively think that being favored by inhuman things is a good thing..."

Nanke ignored his voice, turned around and stepped into the water to pick up the bamboo hat.

Nanke's ridicule towards the stragglers had always been innocuous.

I thought it would be the same this time.

The skirmishers stared at her back, watching her gently shake off the water droplets on her bamboo hat, and then open the crumpled gauze curtain. She still kept talking: "So I've said it for this reason, shouldn't you?" You would think that the tengu really wants to be with you..."

Nanke suddenly paused: "The country collapsed."

The skirmishers stopped.

Unexpectedly, when she finished speaking, she turned her back to him and walked away quickly into the forest.

The skirmisher raised his hand: "Hey..."

Nanke's pace changed from fast to trot, and he didn't even have the chance to stop her before she disappeared behind the shadows of the trees.

The skirmisher clenched his fingers and slowly lowered them.

Oh, you finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to leave him?

he thought to himself.

Also, she had said before that he was mean.

Rather, it was beyond his expectation that an ordinary person could persist by his side until now.

Humph, it’s okay to say goodbye and part ways.

Anyway, he was fed up with the trouble she caused...

Nanke walked towards the dim woods.

Getting closer, she was finally able to confirm that the shadowy figure behind the tree, which seemed to be peeping at them, was really a human figure.

Leaning half out from behind the tree and staring timidly at Nanke was an unkempt little girl.

He looked to be one or two years younger than Awang. His eyes were wide open with fear, but he was holding on to the bark of the tree tightly with both hands, shrinking and motionless.

Having just experienced the demonic raccoon's attack on the wall, Nanke was very cautious, kept a safe distance, and asked: "Are you human?"

"Yes!" The little girl nodded heavily, "Sister, are you a human too?"

Nanke breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to her: "Are you lost? Don't be afraid, I will take you home."

The little girl cried "Wow" and threw herself into her arms: "Uuuu, go home..."

Nanke patted her back, turned around, and found that the skirmisher had not followed.

Behind him was blocked by a tree. Nanke turned his head and looked out. Not only did he not follow, he was also walking in the opposite direction.

Nanke tried to hug the little girl, but she couldn't hold her, so she gave up decisively and shouted to him: "The country is collapsing?"

The skirmisher stopped, turned his head half way, and stood still for a long time before taking a step and turning around.

He seemed to be in a bad mood. He stared at the little girl in Nanke's arms and said lukewarmly, "Where did this come from?"

"She must have gotten lost in the forest," Nanke took out the conch in his pocket, "Should we send her out? Or should we call Mitsuyo?"

The skirmisher's expression became even worse, he moved his lower lip, said nothing, and suddenly looked above his head.

Whether it's for people or anything else, the jungle is an excellent hiding place.

Nanke thought it was a rumor at first and didn't pay attention.

But as the skirmisher glanced at him, the "wind sound" suddenly became thicker and rhythmic.

She also looked up.

There is something dormant in the thick darkness.