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

Saying almost crazy things.

A sharp light gradually rose in the wanderer's eyes.

Different past experiences create different selves.

But the essence.

In fact, they are all the same.

The mutilated doll cannot escape from the ego.

The numerous scars gradually returned to their original state with the pain that cut into the skin and bones. The wanderer straightened his back, clenched his broken and reborn fingers, stood up, and walked towards the stragglers step by step.

That's right.

Except cause and effect.

Nothing could fill and drive his heart.

He must get -

The white bird that flies away.

That gentle and forgiving embrace.

That distant, true freedom that never stopped for him even for a moment.

at the same time.

It was supposed to be a secret room in a dream, but an undetectable whirlwind began to stir on the ground.

Surrounded by the footsteps of wanderers.

He slightly raised the incomplete corner of his clothes.

The strangely growing elemental power is like running water dispersing sand, pushing away the surrounding thunder elements, and facing the toes of the wanderer, opening up a narrow shrine like a believer's pilgrimage.

Determined people are oblivious to change.

Just hold your breath and gather your strength, staring at the powerful opponent slowly moving forward.

The skirmishers saw everything in sight.

"Powerless mortals!"

The skirmisher raised his lips and raised his hand, lightning condensed in the palm of the God of Opportunity, and he raised it directly above the wanderer's head.

The divine power, mixed with thunder and lightning, struck down on the tiny human figure in the shadow.

A dream that was not designed to withstand battles was like thin ice about to crack at this moment, bursting into countless overwhelming transparent cracks.

The dark space was instantly illuminated by the green of broken dreams, the bright purple of thunder and lightning, and wisps of some kind of cold light mixed in between.

The unstoppable mechanical hand stopped for no reason just before it was about to destroy the enemy.

As if being resisted by an unknown huge force, it was vibrating and hanging above the wanderer, unable to move forward.

Under the impact of the force, the stone ground shattered and flew away like pieces of paper.

After a breath, the arm of the God of Opportunity, along with his entire body, were violently pushed away.

Wherever the wanderer stands, there is only the roar of the hurricane.

The blue light pressed against the wind and formed an eye, condensing into a tight ball, floating and rotating, emitting a blazing white light——

"Crack!" A sound.

The wanderer raised his hand and grasped the Eye of God, which symbolized power in the light, into his palm.

"Die-!"

Her dark purple hair fluttered in the wind.

Murderous intent and surging wind blades flew around, followed closely by the afterimage of the young man leaping into the air, stronger and faster than the strong wind.

The thunder and lightning couldn't catch up, and the body that was about to move was cut by the wind blade from the neck and abdomen, and was broken into three pieces of steel.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the faces of the wanderer and the skirmisher was only a foot.

In the ranger's field of vision, he could see the skirmisher turning his shoulders slightly.

What is this person thinking at this moment?

Or there is no time to think about anything.

Finally taking off the pretense of being comfortable and fighting with him based on instinct?

The wanderer abandons thinking.

He opened his five fingers and focused on snatching away the attractive green light in the hands of the skirmishers.

The next moment, body collided with body.

One sound is light and dull, the other is heavy and crisp, it's hard to tell the order.

"Ahem!"

A subtle, suppressed cry of pain hit the wanderer's eardrums from a very close distance.

The wanderer's pupils shrank suddenly and his movements froze.

The heavy and short gasping sound rested on his shoulder, drowning out the noisy wind under his feet.

"Want to surpass me...?" The skirmisher said word by word, chuckling in a low voice, "Next...uh!...for the rest of my life."

There was a slight pause, and the skirmisher's grip on the wanderer's wrist increased by ten percent.

Another crisp sound.

The wanderer lowered his eyes in shock, seeing his fingertips that had completely penetrated the skirmisher's chest and come out through his back.

At the same time, countless memories rushed from the fingers of the skirmisher lightly pressing against his heart, into his lungs, and swollen into his limbs and bones.

The memory of the body - the memory of pain, the memory of battle, the memory of killing.

The memory of the brain - the short-term beauty, the burning deception, the dark past.

The wanderer's eyes were about to burst, his lips were slightly opened, and he trembled: "Ah..."

Scene after scene, scene after scene.

A sad emotion that I have never experienced before.

There are only poignant emotions.

Like a huge flood, he was swept away.

But the initiator listened to him and mocked him evilly: "I lied to you. How could I show you the time I spent with Nanke?"

The illusory boundary separating dreams and reality was completely shattered at this moment.

There were only two beautiful young men left, almost embracing each other, stranded in the air.

Nanke raised his head, his eyes meeting the lowered gaze of the skirmisher from afar.

The shadow of the backlight obscured his expression, making it difficult to see clearly. He could only see the shoulders of the stragglers moving slightly. The wanderer, who was lost in consciousness as he was overwhelmed by painful memories, was pushed away by his stretched out arms.

Like a bird with broken wings, it fell straight from the sky in front of everyone.

"Bang"!

The heavy sound of falling to the ground shocked people's hearts.

"Are you feeling distressed?"

The skirmishers slowly descended from the air, landed between Nanke and the wanderer, and stared at her emotionlessly.

Furui Mubo's expression was as if the miserable hole in his chest didn't exist.

Nanke could not describe his feelings.

Skirmishers are certainly extremely powerful.

Watch him manipulate the God of Opportunity and treat the wanderers who have not yet awakened.

If Nasida hadn't stopped her, she would have almost broken into the dream to break up the fight.

But what he did next... Nanke was really shaken.

Especially the moment when the skirmisher was penetrated through the chest by the wanderer.

Her heart almost stopped.

"Does it have to be this way?"

Nanke tried his best to control his expression and asked the stragglers.

She bit her lower lip to suppress her emotions, so hard that her lips turned white. After a moment, she stabilized her voice before continuing to open her mouth.

"I told you, as long as you return the memory to him, he will transform even if you don't do this."

"That's different," Skirmisher walked towards her, "Even if he gets my memories, the Wanderer can't be me. The Eye of God obtained for such a reason is no different from a joke."

Nanke's breathing screen.

So, he was trying to draw a line between the wanderers and their previous lives?

Before the thought could come to fruition, the skirmisher raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch her shoulder, but suddenly fell forward without warning.

"The country collapsed!" Nanke caught him in a panic.

Injuries...!

But when she was anxious to check the wound, the soldier grabbed her hand in a cold sweat.

"...Little Lucky Grass King." His eyes crossed her shoulder and fell back.

"I'm here." Nasida followed the words and came to Nanke's side.

"Thanks to you, the wanderer got the memory of his previous life. He is a wanderer with nothing. There is no way to repay these great kindnesses except to repay them with your own body."

"You want me to take in homeless people?" Nasida was slightly stunned.

"Are you going to let him go and seek refuge in another country?"

Nacida looked at the wanderer thoughtfully.

The wanderer is still stuck in the nightmare past and is unconscious. Paimon is worried that he has broken down and is frantically trying to give him cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Just as the skirmishers said, Nasida was also thinking about it. Not long after she regained control of the throne, the situation in Xumi became extremely complicated.

Winning over the wanderer, who is a doll made by God and now has the eyes of God, is indeed a move with no harm at all.

Nasida thought for a while, then looked back at the soldier's face, and saw the young man's purple eyes staring at her with some meaning.

Nasida: "..."

"I understand." Nasida understood his intention and sighed helplessly, "You helped me during the chaos of the false gods, and now you have created an opportunity for me to recruit new relatives. You should be rewarded both emotionally and rationally." said Well, what do you want?"

The skirmisher raised his lips: "It's not a problem——"

Nanke lowered his eyes to listen to their words, and gently pressed his palms on the skirmisher's wounds to help him be careful of the elements that caused disordered breathing.

The chest under the hand shook slightly due to the sound, and the bloodless lips above her opened and closed, and suddenly revealed her name.

"Show Nanke Lanaro's power."

Nanke was stunned.

Before leaving Jingshan Palace, Nasida said goodbye to Nanke.

"I will share the power of manifesting dreams with you, Nanke. Go to Huana Lanna to recuperate. It is very pure there. After you have considered your wishes, you can tell me at any time?"

Nanke hugged the stragglers and nodded silently.

After doing what needed to be done, saying what needed to be said, and leaving everyone's sight, the straggler lost his reason to hold on and curled up in Nanke's arms with his eyebrows closed and his eyes closed, as light as a bird that could be caressed.

Nanke came to the edge of the terrace of Jingshan Palace.

In the distance, the warm winter sun casts hazy cloud shadows.

She breathed a sigh of relief, tightened her arms, and threw herself towards the cloud shadows.

The body lost weight and fell off the terrace.

The next second, the huge, white and narrow butterfly wings took her flying high.