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

Wan Ye lowered his head and concentrated on applying the hemostatic medicine again, without asking any more questions about Ni Yu.

Wulang's tail waggled slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. Sometimes he frowned seriously, sometimes he breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyebrows were brisk.

Speaking of which, it depends on the timeline.

The secret message Nanke got at Kujo Mansion should be handed over to Ying tonight.

After meeting Kujo Sora tomorrow, it will be time to break into the castle tower and duel with the lady in front of the emperor.

During this period, people like Yae Kamiko, Kamisato Ayato, and Goro Manyo who have been actively active in secret will have nothing to do.

"Mr. Ayato," Nanke lowered his eyes and looked at the two Eyes of God under the brocade belt on the back of Manyo's neck. One was azure of the wind element, and the other was dim gray. "Inazuma Castle is still there. Under martial law, you risk arranging for the rebels to enter the city, aren't you worried about any accidents?"

"Mr. Yashiro should have mentioned to you that travelers are the only people qualified to meet the general," Ayato Kamisato turned the celadon tea cup in his hand boredly, "The so-called plan cannot be 100% successful, consider To the possibility of failure, we must at least ensure that she has a way out."

"This is also the reason why we decided to cooperate with Shefeng Xing," Goro continued. "The traveler is our important friend. If the shogunate cannot protect her, then we, Haiji Island, will do it."

"It would be more reliable if Miss Nanke is willing to help." Kamisato Ayato touched another cup, poured half a cup of tea, stood up and walked around behind Nanke, and handed it over her shoulder to her eyes, "Say After so much, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Nanke glanced at Manyo in front of him and Goro next to him. He had no way to retreat and frowned slightly: "Mr. Ayato, I have said it many times."

"What does it matter?" Kamisato Ayato smiled warmly, "There is a saying in Liyue that a good girl is afraid of having a bad guy, isn't it?"

"What?!" Wulang raised his ears in surprise and stared at Nanke, "So you are Mr. Shenli's..."

"'Friends'." Wan Ye answered warmly.

Kamisato Ayato smiled silently: "Indeed."

Wan Ye wrapped the bandage, signaled Nan Ke not to move, and stood up to get the scissors on the table.

Next to him, Goro Bagua's round eyes were shining brightly. Behind him, Kamisato Ayato's hand stretched out again and again, straight towards Nanke's face.

Nanke frowned and hid again and again: ...

He just changed the topic for her, but it was too much.

Go on like this.

She wants to electrocute people.

"Woof woof woof woof!" Outside the tea room, the rapid barking of a dog suddenly sounded again.

Kamisato Ayato stopped teasing, estimated the time, and asked in confusion: "Ayaka and the traveler are so fast?"

Wan Ye's expression changed slightly: "No, I'm afraid this kind of aura..."

He didn't have time to finish his words.

There was a loud "bang", and the paper door that separated the corridor seemed to be torn apart by huge sharp claws. Broken wood and pieces of paper were scattered everywhere, flying in the face with the strong wind on the pavement.

"Formation!" Goro reacted quickly and slapped the ground, and the rock elemental flag array that suddenly unfolded bounced away all the debris.

Nan Ke instinctively turned his head and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the flag array had been broken open by the spreading thunder.

The stragglers stood in the middle of the mess on the ground, their pupils covered with a cold gloom, and asked one word after another: "What are you doing?"

Wulang was stared at by the skirmishers, and he covered his furry dog ​​ears as if facing a powerful enemy.

Kamisato Ayato stood behind Nanke, lowered his head along the sight of the stragglers killing people, and saw that he was momentarily distracted due to the accident, so he naturally placed his hand on Nanke's shoulder.

Ah this...

Manyo put down the scissors he had just picked up and turned around.

The young man who caused all the damage had purple hair and purple eyes, standing in front of the damaged door with a fierce look.

The moment their eyes collided, those beautiful crystal-like pupils seemed to have been pierced by a sharp cone unexpectedly, and they suddenly contracted with a chill that was too late to restrain.

"Dan..." The other party lost his voice, uttered a syllable, and took a step closer to Wanyu in disbelief.

Manyo will never forget that face.

Symbolizing supremacy and power, it ruthlessly destroyed everyone's lives and desires without even looking back.

The will to fight began to soar.

The body's center of gravity moved downwards, assuming a ready posture, and his hands moved to his waist, holding the handle of the knife.

The strong wind blew in the small room, and the illusive red maples began to drift.

"Manyou!"

Manyo's hand was suddenly held firmly.

Wan Ye suddenly came back to his senses, realized what he had done, and broke out in a cold sweat.

No, they just look similar, the opposite is not the real general.

If he were a general, his actions would probably implicate everyone here, and they would inevitably die.

"Sorry." Wanye looked at Nanke along the hand, took a short deep breath, let go of the handle of the knife, and looked at the strange boy again, "Who is here?"

The moment Nanke called out Manyo's name, the aggressiveness of the skirmishers had completely disappeared.

Maplehara Manyo.

He knows it.

Even if you have never seen it with your own eyes, once you see it, you will be convinced.

This person must be Manyo.

Niwa's only descendant.

"I am..." the skirmisher pronounced with a slight tremor in his voice.

What is he?

How should I answer?

By the way, he is...

The skirmishers looked at Nanke who was surrounded by three people.

He came to see Nanke.

In order to confirm whether she really made up her mind to leave him.

But it started when I stepped into the wooden leakage teahouse and heard the faint words coming from the room inside.

"...A good girl is afraid of stalking a man, isn't she?"

"What? So you are Mr. Kamisato's..."

The determination to have a good talk fell apart in an instant.

The skirmisher tilted his head and released Toma and Akita Inu, who were already unconscious and restrained by chain-like thunder elements on the corridor floor.

But the damaged building was beyond repair.

The skirmisher's throat rolled, he looked at Nanke, and asked in a jerky voice: "Are you here to see him?"

This "he" refers to Wanyu.

Nanke let go of Wan'ye's hand, lowered his head and touched the scissors to cut off the bandage, holding the end in his hand without raising his eyes: "Why did you come to me?"

Want to make peace with the stragglers. That was the original plan.

But, here it is again.

The desire to destroy without any explanation or object.

If it weren't for Wan Ye's presence, everyone standing next to her today would be hurt.

This is absolutely wrong.

Don't follow him.

The skirmisher pursed his lips, dropped his hands into the cover of his sleeves, clasped them tightly, and asked after a while: "Why don't you go home?"

The air that can be heard when the needle drops is like a film that is stretched to the limit and will burst if you are not careful. Nanke feels the rough touch of the gauze on his fingertips and looks up at Wanyo's back.

Trusting and relying on Niwa has long become a habit. Once the habit is awakened again and you are at a loss, you will subconsciously want to do this.

But in Wan Ye's eyes, she and Shan Bing were strangers they met for the first time, and it was obviously impossible to give a solution.

So Nanke looked back at Kamisato Ayato.

The corner of Kamisato Ayato's mouth twitched.

It's true that he is keen on eating melons, but that doesn't mean he likes to get involved in sibling quarrels and risk being electrocuted.

Nanke touched the gauze on his palm.

A lifesaver.

Ayato Kamisato: "..."

Fine.

"Ahem," Kamisato Ayato clenched his fists and coughed lightly. He risked his life and showed a bright smile to the stragglers. "Miss Nanke won't go back for the time being. She is now serving as my housekeeping officer and will stay in the house recently." In the Shenli Mansion.”

The skirmisher took a deep breath: "Really?"

"We have important things to do next," Kamisato Ayato couldn't help but move closer to Nanke to avoid being shocked, "Guobeng, you should go back first. It won't be too late to chat with Miss Nanke when you are free."

These words and actions were tantamount to provocation in the eyes of the stragglers.

The skirmisher gritted his teeth and held back: "I can wait."

"I'm afraid it won't be over for a while." Kamisato Ayato argued with reason.

"Then wait until you are finished!" The skirmishers shouted, looking at Nanke bitterly, "Unless you want to drive me away."