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

The stone road in the sky winds all the way to the bottom of the waterfall.

The grand scene originally built by magic has been blown to pieces. Several streams of water seem to leak out from the plastic paper with holes, distributed at different heights, washing away the broken rocks and the cherry blossoms flying like snow in the sky.

The stones on the last few steps were blown to pieces. Nanke stepped over carefully and saw the skirmishers.

The surface of the uneven rocks was covered with a shallow layer of water and covered with cherry blossoms. The skirmisher was sitting in the middle soaked to the skin, with his clenched fists beside his clenched fists, and the smoke from the broken rocks had not yet settled.

The water was filled with lingering thunder elements. Nanke stepped in, got used to it, and then walked closer: "Are your hands okay?"

"Ha, if someone hadn't been accusing me indiscriminately a quarter of an hour ago, I almost thought I was qualified for your care." The skirmisher turned his head and didn't even look at her.

Nanke frowned: "You promised not to argue with Mitsuyo."

"Do I have such a high credibility in your heart?"

"The country collapsed," Nanke sighed and asked, "Are you in a bad mood recently?"

The skirmisher said nothing and turned his head further.

"You didn't deal with those wild people so harshly." She squatted down in front of him and looked into his eyes inquiringly. "If you really can't get along with Mitsuyo, you should do as I said before. , you go wait for me outside the Guarded Forest first?"

"Yes, then you can naturally make rice with the dog that day and fly away alone." The skirmisher glared at her, "The abacus is really loud. You can't accept leaving with me. To put it bluntly, No, do you still think I will keep you?"

The topic changed so quickly that Nanke was stunned for a moment: "When did I say I would agree to Mitsuyo?"

“Some people’s actions speak louder than their words.”

"That's because she was bullied by you."

"Insects are showing off their power right before your eyes. If you don't give them a slap in the face, do you still need me to coax you with a gentle voice like you?"

"It's not like Mitsuyo can't listen."

"You mean I can't listen?"

"Then can you please be more lenient next time and don't let a little girl cry like this?"

"Huh? Who do you think caused it?"

"So why are you so angry when it's obviously a problem between me and Mitsuyo?"

"I……"

The skirmisher choked.

Nanke was really confused.

The skirmisher's two thin lips moved, then tightened again. His purple eyes flickered, and he looked sideways again: "Do I need a reason to be angry?"

No need.

But saying that would definitely piss him off again.

Nanke crossed his arms across his chest and tried to figure out why the stragglers had been angry the last few times.

To be honest, he always looks like people all over the world owe him money, and it's hard to tell when he's really angry and when he's just maintaining his persona.

"Hey..." Nanke was thinking seriously, and was suddenly grabbed by the chin and dragged forward, "You guys, are you really thinking?"

Nanke leaned forward, instinctively trying to grab some support.

He accidentally pinched the straggler's shoulder and lost his balance and fell on him.

"I'm sorry..." Nanke stabilized his body and raised his head. Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the purple eyes above that were suddenly so close that he was only two or three centimeters away.

It is as beautiful as flowers, like clouds, like ice and fog, which makes people ashamed.

At this moment, it was filled with cherry blossoms, only her shadow was reflected.

People can't help but have the illusion that they are cared about by the person in front of them.

I expected to be pushed away immediately, but the skirmisher narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened his fingers.

Slowly continue to shorten this tight distance.

What does he want to do?

Nanke had a vague premonition and instinctively turned his head to hide.

"You don't treat me like a doll now?" The soldier held her lower back instead.

Afraid that he would ignore her and actually do something outrageous, Nanke couldn't get away, so he simply froze and refused, "It's your appearance that amazes me."

The skirmisher's breathing lengthened and his back teeth grinded.

"Stupid woman."

Nanke was pushed away.

I don't know whether it was because of the residual thunder element in the water or the too close distance just now, but Nanke's body was a little numb and his breathing was not smooth.

She touched the painful corner of her jaw.

Strange, what were they arguing about before?

Why is my mind blank and I can't remember?

"You protect Mitsuyo because you have younger brothers and sisters?" But the soldier let out a long breath and suddenly said something out of nowhere.

Nanke nodded subconsciously, then shook his head: "I only have a younger sister."

The skirmisher looked thoughtful.

Nanke didn't want to recall that gloomy time.

She lowered her head to twist the sleeves that were soaked in water and became extremely heavy: "If you are angry, let's go back. I have also warned Mitsuyo. If she provokes you again in the future, just tell me."

"It doesn't matter," the water dripped, and the skirmisher laughed as he stood up, "I have no interest in making brothers or sisters anyway."

Guangdai and Daoqi stood on the steps at the entrance of the pavilion, watching Nanke and the skirmishers coming back one after another in the distance.

The skirmisher had obviously been appeased. He looked at Mitsuyo with resentment in his eyes, but raised his lips and seemed to be in a surprisingly comfortable mood.

Both of them were covered in water and their hair was covered with flower petals.

Mitsuyo flattened his mouth and ran up to hold Nanke's hand: "Old... cough, Nanke, I'll help you wash your hair."

"No, I can do it myself," Nanke lifted up his sleeves to prevent her from getting wet, "You have a good rest, don't you still have to prepare to deal with monsters?"

What considerate care!

Mitsuyo was instantly cured: "Okay wife!"

The skirmisher let out a chuckle.

Mitsuyo reflexively made a defensive move, but the skirmisher didn't even bother to look at her and followed Nanke away.

"Eh?" Mitsuyo was stunned.

Does this mean she can continue flirting with her wife?

"Master," Dao Qi waved his hand in front of Mitsuyo's eyes, pointing at the two people leaving, "won't you stop it?"

"Stop what?" Mitsuyo asked confusedly.

"Uh," Dao Qi scratched his head, "Forget it, it's nothing."

The footsteps behind him followed all the way into the bathhouse.

Nanke had to turn around, feeling a little nervous for no reason: "The country collapsed?"

Why is he following you?

The skirmisher walked past her as if there was no one around, explored the steaming spring water, and then tugged at the belt around her waist.

Nanke retreated in fright.

"Why are you panicking?" The loose outer shirt fell to the ground, revealing a slim-fitting black inner jacket and the boy's shapely fair arms. "Didn't you ask me if I wanted to take a shower too?"

Nanke wanted to say "no", but the dead memory suddenly attacked her.

Yes, just a few days ago, by the river bank in the wilderness.

The temperature on the face soars.

The skirmisher looked at her with a half-smile, folded his hands and pinched the edge of his clothes, and pulled up the last layer of clothing on his upper body.

Nanke hurriedly turned around and escaped from the bathhouse.

It's all because of that look.

She leaned against the door of the bathhouse, listening to the splash of water inside, holding her chest and gasping for air.

It's all because of the glance filled with cherry blossoms and her shadow.

He had only run a few steps, but his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

There must be something in that look from the skirmisher.

Nanke lay on the exquisitely carved windowsill, blowing in the wind, and thought aimlessly.

But what's the point?

The way Mitsuyo looked at her was somewhat similar, but there was something decisively different about it.

She racked her brains and couldn't figure it out.

The sound of the door opening and footsteps came one after another, followed by Mitsuyo's surprised voice: "Honey, why are you in my room?"

I don’t know why, but I don’t really want to be alone with the stragglers.

Nanke thought for a while, but without saying anything, asked: "Does the injury still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a skin injury, it's just..." Mitsuyo coyly tightened the wings behind him, "It seems a little bald. But just a little bit! It will grow back soon! Soon. !”

"That's good." Nanke raised his lips.

"Honey, since you're here, don't leave tonight." Seeing her smile, Mitsuyo's little frustration was immediately thrown away, and he rushed forward, hugged Nanke's waist and shook her, "Sleep with poor little Mitsuyo, okay? good?"

Nanke nodded obediently.

"Really!" Mitsuyo was stunned and cried out.

"It's just sleeping." Nanke emphasized.

She didn't want to open the door to a new world with Mitsuyo.

"Okay!" Mitsuyo hugged her and danced on the spot, "Much mad at that brat!"