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

Between the dry bones beneath his feet, groundwater suddenly began to rise.

The speed was too fast, and Nanke's waist was immediately submerged. She was supported by the well water and forced to float upwards. Her head was exposed at the mouth of the well, and she heard two loud cries across the bright fields.

A baby was born in the village.

Nanke grabbed the rocks piled up by the well and tried to climb out, but for some reason, the bust beneath the water was stuck in the concrete and could not move.

"Ah!" Following the baby's cry, a woman's scream came from a distant house, "What is this! How come my child... has a pair of dog ears!"

A childish howl penetrated the sky.

Noisy dog ​​barks were heard one after another in the village. A group of people cried and ran across the field as if running for their lives. The dogs pursued them, knocking them down one by one and biting them to death.

The one-sided culling ended quickly.

The blood-stained dogs carried two swaddling clothes in their mouths and came to the well where Nanke was.

An infant is a human child with black pupils.

Another child had triangular ears with sparse hair on his head.

The sun suddenly fell.

The bright moon rises in the east, and the Milky Way accelerates its rotation.

The dogs disappeared, and a young couple came again with two children in their arms.

"Black Steel," the woman sighed as she looked at the well water, "I can feel...the children won't live long."

"After all, this is a curse from our ancestors." The husband with black animal ears looked solemn.

"Unless this child is allowed to eat its human brother," the woman lovingly caressed the sleeping monster son in her arms, "only in this way can our tribe continue."

"Then do it."

After Heigang finished speaking, the scenery around the well, including their figures, began to melt downwards like a pastel painting splashed with water.

Nanke finally understood.

This is the "tears of the ancestors" - the remnants of the demon dog that was eaten away under the well water.

But the body still couldn't move.

Nanke struggled hard, lowered his head, and was caught off guard by a distant and dull purple in the reflection on the water.

"She" is not her.

Nanke raised his hand.

The skirmisher in the reflection also stretched out his hand, synchronized her movements, and lightly touched the corners of his eyes.

She was not the one trapped in the illusion.

-

"Cough...cough..."

The knot connecting the well mouth was bitten loose, but the hands and feet were still tied tightly. The large amount of water poured into the mouth and nose was difficult to drain, and every breath was painful.

Nanke struggled to open his eyes and looked at the place where he was stranded.

The flowing water around you is gurgling. The flowing water all year round has eroded the bottom of the well, forming a dark and moist underground river.

On the smooth and narrow rocks on the river bank, less than half a meter away from her, a wooden face that was the same as in the dream was leaning against the stone wall with its head bowed, and dog skeletons scattered around it.

The skirmisher was holding one of them in his hand. It was snow-white and slightly red in color, with an uncertain glow. It was the remains of the black dog that had swallowed the monster.

"Ha..." Nanke breathed hard, causing the wound on his chest to open even more miserably.

Should have thought of it earlier.

"...Young man, the youngest just joined the army last year, and is not as tall as this girl...well-behaved and willing to endure hardship..."

"The hair is all purple... Bilibili..."

Eel tea with rice.

"...Don't be like last time. If you throw it away, you can't pull it back."

Nanke and the skirmishers were only half a meter apart, an arm's length apart.

But her body temperature was too low, and she had lost all strength due to drowning and blood loss.

especially……

Once she saw that he was safe and sound, a certain pillar that had been supporting her completely softened.

No.

At least wake him up from his dream.

Nanke cheered up and moved his legs hard, like a young fish stuck in a soft mud, trying his best to stretch out his tail fin that was stuck in the mud.

little by little,

Move inch by inch.

It was not easy.

Finally, she successfully put her cheek into his palm.

"The country collapsed."

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The formations used in ancient times to isolate evil spirits have long been ineffective.

What protects the village now is the power of the demon dog that is still alive even though the body is dead.

If it were crushed into pieces, both the arrogant monsters above and the ignorant humans would die in an instant.

There was obviously no reason not to do this, and even though the force was already exerted between his knuckles, the skirmisher stopped moving in a rare move.

To be honest, it didn't mean anything to him whether the Dog-eating Village existed or not.

On the contrary, dozens of weak lives will be lost immediately after the attack, if that person knows...

Definitely going to get mad.

Will you cry?

The skirmisher frowned, rubbed his thumb hard against the hard white bones, and curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone.

What does it have to do with him now?

She was just a woman who said good things, but couldn't stand the argument and turned around and turned her back on him.

...If not, how could it be that after so many years, he searched and searched but couldn't find her anywhere?

The white bones floated with a seductive red light, trying to confuse his consciousness.

The skirmisher sneered and simply let it go.

Just let that tragedy play out in front of him over and over again.

Anyway, he has always enjoyed the poisonous betrayal and hatred more than the misty spring flowers and autumn moon.

……

How many times is this?

Seeing the loyal family dog ​​being eaten to death, the skirmisher's heart was unmoved.

The melting scenery all over the sky is like splashes of colorful paint, recreating the sunny and sunny scene at the beginning of the story.

Tragedy is about to begin again.

"The country collapsed."

The sound that followed the finger bones and penetrated straight into the brain was like a hoe hitting the silly dog's head, making the skirmisher move from the inside out.

It's that woman's voice!

Compared with the shock, anger, and resentment that suddenly filled his chest, some kind of eagerness urged the stragglers to prioritize the vibration as subtle as a spider's thread, and opened his eyes quickly.

You have been talking to yourself and leaving him alone for three full years. How come you still have the nerve to call him by his name now?

These were the words that flowed between his lips and teeth.

The pupil in the center of the cold purple irises dilated and contracted, and what came into view was an embarrassed and quiet mermaid lying beside him.

Seaweed-like black hair, a delicate body, and a curled red tail.

No, not the tail.

is blood.

"Hey……"

The skirmisher stood up, and the demon bone in his hand rolled down into the waterway next to him. His other hand was pressed by the side of her face, and the weight of the feather seemed to be overpowering.

He could only use the back of his hand as a fulcrum, and turned to her face in a panic, "Hey! Nanke!"

Her cheeks turned white to transparent due to blood loss, her eyebrows were tightly knitted together in pain, her lips were slightly open unconsciously, and a small mouthful of cold water with bloodshot eyes spilled out due to his rough movements.

Severe penetrating chest injuries, drowning and suffocation.

The skirmishers determined the cause of her death at a glance.

why is it like this……

"Nan Ke! Wake up!" The skirmishers raised their voices in vain.

There were new water stains on her lips.

The fingers touching the fragile neck vaguely felt a faint pulse.

The skirmisher held his breath and pressed on Nanke's artery.

It's not an illusion.

Although it was so weak that it would stop at any time, the pulse was not an illusion.

He pinched her jaws apart, lowered his head, and stopped his gaze on those pale lips for a second, inhaled slightly, and then covered them.

Just make a noise.

Just don't die.