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

The dim lights behind the curtains of the hotel stayed on until the first ray of dawn passed over the roof and was dimmed by the bright sky.

I don’t know when it became quiet.

There were only rustling sounds, the sound of someone getting up.

The door opened quietly and closed quietly.

The young man who had just satiated looked very relaxed. He straightened his appearance and walked out of the hotel, walking leisurely around the back streets.

After passing a corner, the stragglers stopped, their cold purple pupils reflected the early sun, and they stared at the person standing silently in the shadow of the hotel wall for half the night.

"Have you heard enough?" The skirmisher sneered.

The wanderer's face was hidden under the bamboo hat, and he turned his head slowly and stiffly to look at the skirmishers.

The skirmisher stepped into the shadow of the wall step by step, walked towards him, and suddenly raised his hand.

The wanderer subconsciously lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The expected violence did not stop, only the low wall on the side of his head made a dull sound of being hit hard, and was guided into the back of the wanderer through the vibrating wall, and quickly disappeared.

The wanderer frowned and opened his eyes, looking at the straggler who was close to breathing distance with a cold look on his face.

"Aren't you going to run?"

"Are you afraid that if I show this to Nanke, she will know how cunning your methods are?"

The wanderer turned his head and caught a glimpse of Lambaris, who was slapped against the wall by a skirmisher and trapped in the tiger's mouth with his eyes wide open.

The wanderer moved his lips, and when his eyes fell on the face of the skirmisher again, he had already regained his composure: "Nanke can't see Lanaro."

The skirmisher took a breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked: "Who taught you to do such a thing?!"

This Lanaro.

Not long after he and Nanke entered, they climbed in through the window and hid under the bed.

"Following us all the way to the tavern, and even here," the skirmisher said with a vicious expression, as if he wanted to eat someone. "I remember you told her that you were practicing with a monk? Did you learn such despicable methods?"

"I didn't deceive Nanke. It's true that I followed the monks to practice," the wanderer pursed his lower lip slightly and said in a calm voice, "It's just that in the past five hundred years, I haven't just been practicing."

Five hundred years.

In this ridiculous world.

Who can go in clean and come out clean?

The skirmisher sneered: "She should really come and see with her own eyes how you, this guy, are failing to live up to the future she gave you!"

The Wanderer did not understand the skirmisher's words and rage.

He just stared at the eyes nearby, staring at another beautiful face reflected in them that was exactly the same as the one in front of him - his own face.

The eyes were dyed a purple-blue color as cold as snow, writing emotions that even he himself didn't quite understand.

I couldn't tell whether it was his mood or the mood of the person in front of him.

"Nanke said, you are her lover." The wanderer was quiet, looked directly at the straggler, and asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for the whole night, but was still unresolved, "You are obviously not even a human being. Why can I be her lover?"

"What does it have to do with you?" The soldier refused to answer.

"Because we are obviously the same," the wanderer said reluctantly, "from the hands of the same person, from appearance to body temperature, and even the person I miss is the same person. Why can you stay with her, but I can't?"

"You're jealous." The soldier said firmly.

"I'm not jealous," Wanderer denied, "I just want to be with Nanke."

The skirmisher looked at the wanderer and gradually raised his eyebrows.

Clearly full of unwillingness.

What's funny is that the emotion is quite sincere.

Proving that every word Wanderer speaks comes from the heart.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" The skirmisher raised his other free hand and grabbed the wanderer's neck without warning.

The wanderer's expression tightened uncontrollably.

The skirmisher's finger landed on the Achilles' heel on the back of his neck.

"Are you scared?" the skirmisher mocked.

"I'm not afraid of you." Wanderer repeated stubbornly.

The skirmisher groaned and slowly tightened his fingers.

Pain gradually appeared on the homeless man's face, his facial features were distorted, and the redness at the end of his eyes deepened unbearably, but he stubbornly endured it and refused to say a word.

The puppets can't die, and of course the skirmishers can't strangle the wanderer.

only.

Immortality does not mean no pain.

In the five hundred years of the wanderer's relatively flat life, there were probably only a handful of times when he was actually in danger of life and death, right?

So, when the wanderer finally couldn't help but raise his hands, grasped the skirmisher's wrist, and tried to pull it down.

As expected, the skirmisher showed disdain: "Don't be so self-righteous as to compare me with you. I'm useless."

"Ugh!" The wanderer groaned, veins appearing on his forehead and back of his hands, "I don't accept it...why...I can't do it...you can..."

The skirmishers looked at him being tortured and felt disgusted.

Who said getting light at the very beginning of a long life is a good thing?

It is clear that the firefly-like gleam will obscure our eyes, and the world we see in the future will be covered with its afterglow.

It's just that the shadow of hatred has shrouded the stragglers for many years.

But before the wanderer is the light of salvation.

The skirmisher let go with a cold expression.

The homeless man raised his head and pressed against the wall behind him, stretched out his neck that had red marks and bruises from being pinched, and breathed rapidly.

"You said you want to stay with her?" Skirmisher flexed his muscles, "Even if I'm here, you don't care?"

"Because... we are the same." The wanderer gasped and glared at him.

The same rhetoric again.

The skirmisher frowned.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible.

Share your lover with someone else?

Just thinking about it made him unbearable and made him want to kill.

It is clear that the essence is another future self, how can the mind become so distorted?

The wanderer also looked at the skirmisher, thinking reluctantly.

That's right. They are exactly the same, almost like another version of themselves.

From body to mind, everything.

Including weaknesses!

The man who had been under control suddenly rose up and attacked the skirmisher on the back of the neck.

The skirmisher only sneered.

He ignored this little resistance at all.

The skirmisher retreated calmly, twisted the wanderer's waving arms, cut his hands behind his back, and pinned him to the wall easily.

The movements are smooth and smooth, done in one go.

"Let me go!" The wanderer struggled angrily.

"Wanderer, there's something I'm curious about," the skirmisher suppressed him and lowered his head in a deep tone, "If it was you who slipped into the room today, would you mind if you saw me making out with her with your own eyes?"

The bamboo hat fell off as you came and went, and the boy's fair face was exposed to the light, and he was forced to stick to the cold wall, his cheeks clenched: "As long as Nanke is happy, I can do anything you want!"

There is no bottom line.

The skirmishers finally discovered that this guy had no bottom line.

"What exactly is a lover in your eyes?" the skirmisher asked, raising the corners of his lips with a smile, "Do you really not understand the meaning of human kisses and unions, or are you just pretending? of?"