I'm not an elf supporting character

Chapter 111 Lin Bei Can't Hold It Anymore, Lin Bei Don't Hold It Anymore

At noon, I went to find Lin Feng.

As a result, he glanced at the door and then turned away. After all, he was out of habit.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. If Zhu Huihui had brains, he would not have troubled Lin Feng again.

Even if he found it, with Lin Feng's luck, he would probably be fine.

He doesn't need to worry about it at all.

It's better to honestly find Qu Sheng and the others to fight.

Li Xiang silently walked to the deserted tree-lined path.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at it for a while, walked to an empty flower bed, picked up his phone and turned on the ants.

After half an hour.

Refreshed, he went to look for Qu Sheng and the others who were at the battlefield.

The friend application was approved faster than he expected. He briefly browsed Abigail's space and personal information, and chatted with this "big sister"...

Preliminary estimate is that Song Jie's sister's account used for fishing is correct.

Not to mention that there are a lot of photos in the space that look like selfies, but are actually photos from the third perspective, and the tone of the chat is not right.

There are only a handful of exchanges between Li Xiang and Abigail on Qiongdao, and the latter didn't even take the initiative to call him, and whenever he came up, he would call him his junior.

Make everyone very familiar.

Of course, the possibility that Abigail is lively on the Internet cannot be ruled out.

But it doesn't matter, for Li Xiang, it doesn't matter who is behind this account, even if it is Song Jie, he dares to chat.

It's not sure who is teasing whom.

……

In the battlefield.

The croaking bubble frog got up from the ground exhaustedly, no longer caring about the dizzy dripping spider in the distance, and the few remaining bubbles on its head retracted automatically.

It turned its head and glanced at the edge of the field, and the exhaustion in its heart and body flooded in like a tidal wave for Yan Renniao and Riolu who were paralyzed together.

It turns out that what the two teammates said, Li Xiang will have exhausting wheel battles after school starts, is true...

The lungs and feet are so sad that the bubbles can no longer grow.

The croaking frog rubbed its palms, only to feel that the whole frog was about to be destroyed, and the muscles were still numb and tingling, so it was really sad.

There's no way, the electric shock wave from the little magnetite in the previous round was really too painful.

It even affected its state in the third game, but fortunately it won.

"Hard."

Li wanted to carry the croaking frog outside the arena, and join them in a pile with the hot cat.

Relying on the superb "assassination technique", even though there is a certain gap in level and battle experience between the three elves of Quacking Paowa and Qu Sheng, they still won two games, and only lost to Cammy Turtle.

However, these three fights were enough. The attribute energy was on the verge of being exhausted, and he almost couldn't even maintain the protective color, and almost exposed the "feet" caught by the dripping spider.

Insufficient physical strength and attribute energy are both big problems.

Li Xiang lowered his head and pondered. The core of the current strategy of the Quacking Paowa is undoubtedly its extraordinary protective color.

Even though there are many disadvantages of the protective color, it still does not prevent him from making the next training plan of the croaking frog with the move of the protective color as the central axis.

Who made the croaking and bubble frog a natural old woman?
opposite.

"I regret it now, especially regret it, why didn't I learn how to pray for rain earlier."

Qu Sheng hugged his dripping spider and sighed.

None of them have learned protective coloring. In class, Sun Chengbin also focused on explaining the method of breaking the protective coloring.

Either from the front or from the side.

But the little elf who was helpless to Qu Sheng had no way to crack it at all.

Only passively beaten.

"After learning to pray for rain, you can't hide from the smoke screen. Why don't you learn to remove fog again?"

Yang Tianwang was playing and laughing with a few classmates on the sidelines.

In fact, he couldn't deal with the croaking frog's attack, but that didn't stop him from mocking Qu Sheng.

Qu Sheng was furious, "Come here if you have the ability!"

"Come and come—"

"Don't you, didn't you see that my elf can't move anymore." Li Xiang rolled his eyes, "Let's talk about it after school."

The opponent changed from two to three, which made the wheel battle more intense. Even though the hot cats benefited wildly during the winter vacation, it was still a little bit reluctant to fight three in a row.

After all, it's not abusive food, Qu Sheng's elf is still very strong, after working hard to get the triple kill, even the hot meow, which pays attention to durability, can't hold it.

Unless you can pass all the way in seconds, if you get into a fight, the test of the elf's physical fitness is too great.

In addition, it is very funny that while the increase moves increase the output of the elf, it will also increase the loss of the elf.

Who keeps the overall physical strength and attribute energy unchanged.

"Li hum..."

Riolu, who woke up from a coma, glanced at the two teammates who had turned into useless wood, and silently used the water drops of life to restore their greatly consumed physical energy.

It still has some attribute energy left, and when it rests, it returns a little bit like returning to blue.

It can be compared to the hot meow who won all three games.

Unfortunately, it fell into the blood-sucking hands of the dripping spider. It was deprived of the last bit of strength, and it collapsed on the ground. It had to be taken out by the hot meow.

"Meow..."

The hot cat, whose exhaustion was gradually dissipating, got up and shook his dizzy head. It was confused by the water wave of the Kami turtle and almost overturned.

After these three games, the anger has successfully accumulated a lot.These include the anger of being drenched in water, the anger of being shocked by electricity, and the anger of being entangled with sticky threads on the ground.

Recalling the grievances he suffered, Yan Nuanmao wanted to turn the whole field upside down.

"Huh? Why are your eyes bloodshot? Got water?"

Li Xiang's voice suddenly rang in Rananmiao's ears.

The hot meow's heart trembled, and the anger eased a little. It wanted to do this kind of experiment without telling Li, just to surprise him.

"Meow, meow~"

It shook its head and smiled kindly at the trainer.

However, Li Xiang would not let it go so easily.

I saw it quickly squatted down, picked up the head of the hot cat, and observed its pupils closely.

"Hmm...very dry, a bit like an inflammation reaction, but fire attribute elves shouldn't be inflamed, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Li Xiang rubbed Yan Renmiao's stupid cat face, maybe he ate too well, this guy's face is getting more and more towards Dong Shimiao's side, it won't work if it keeps going like this.

Yanremeow suppressed the anger in his heart and broke away from Li Xiang's hand. Just now, it almost smashed Li Xiang's face with its paw. Fortunately, it could bear it.

Never give up!
"Li Hum?"

He was contacting Riolu, who had turned Bird Vision into a habit, and was keenly aware of something wrong with Yan Nuan, so he couldn't help being concerned.

In Bird Vision, the hot cat was originally orange-red, but recently, for some reason, the red color has become deeper and deeper, almost reaching the point of blood red, and the whole cat has become more impetuous.

Riolu was very worried that there would be something wrong with the hot cat's body.

"Meow..."

Yanrenmeow reluctantly smiled at Leolu, ignoring its concerned eyes, thinking that this puppy is so annoying, I really want to blow its head off...

No, bear it!

Hot Meow kept smiling, it couldn't bear it!

then.

When the croaking frog, who thought he couldn't be excluded, stepped forward, smiled and patted it on the shoulder, "Give it, give it, give it!"

Ah Fu, don't be too shy, if you have any questions, you can help me out.

Now, Hot Meow couldn't bear it anymore, and the anger erupted in her eyes!

"Meow!"

What a guts! !

Ah Fu is also what you can call! ?
The croaking frog was startled by the scorching meow, instantly entered a state of invisibility, and jumped onto Li Xiang's shoulder again.

Li Xiang and Riolu were also frightened by the red-eyed, burning hot meow, and hurriedly stepped back a few steps, not daring to move forward.

The anger in Yanremeow's heart was like a reservoir that had opened its gates, and it couldn't hold back anymore, but it couldn't vent to Li Xiang and Riolu, so it had to run to the battlefield.

Flames continuously overflowed from the bell on its chest, gradually enveloping its body.

Then the color of the flame gradually darkened, from dark crimson to bright orange-red.

Obviously, this is a sign of the flame temperature rising.

Regarding the color of the flame.

Based on the physical laws of the previous life, what determines the color of the flame is the burning substance.

This is a flame reaction.

But the flames of this world follow another law.

- color temperature.

In short, the color of the flame becomes temperature dependent.

At this time, the temperature of the flames around Hot Meow's body has been greatly increased.

If it is higher, the tone will become more and more cold.

After turning into pure orange and bright yellow, it is no longer far from the blue of Flame Charge.

And the extreme temperature, the eyes can't look directly at it, is like a nuclear explosion-like white light that destroys the world.

"What did this guy do quietly?"

Li Xiang looked at Yan Nuanmaow scurrying around in the field. No matter how slow he was at this time, he could still tell that Yan Nuanmao was hiding something from him.

"What happened to your elf?"

Qu Sheng asked curiously.

Li Xiang shook his head, "I don't know, I'll understand after asking in a while, you go to the infirmary first, it probably won't stop for a while."

"alright."

Qu Sheng nodded, and greeted Yang Tianwang and others who were also curious to leave.

on the field.

Immediately, only Li Xiang and his two elves were left, silently watching Yan Nuanmiao venting his anger in the center of the venue.

"Here."

The croaking frog showed its figure, with a sad expression on its face. It didn't understand what happened at all, and the hot meow erupted. Could it be a problem with the name?
But Li Xiang obviously called Yan Nuan meow that way.

The croaking frog with a rather low EQ sighed, how could it understand what a pet name is when it is full of secondary problems.

Li wanted to be at his feet.

Riolu looked at the Hot Meow from the perspective of the waveguide, and found that its color was slowly changing back again, and he was unconsciously relieved.

It doesn't seem like a big deal.

lean less.

Yan Nuanmiao vented most of the anger in her heart, but couldn't help feeling depressed.

It has been accumulated for a long time, and I thought that after venting it, I could learn a move, or upgrade two levels.

As a result, it just made the temperature of the energy storage flame attack a little higher?
Lost to explode.

"Meow..."

It returned to Li Xiang dejectedly.

Li Xiang rubbed his chin, squinted at it, and after looking at it for a long time, he had a preliminary estimate of what Yan Nuanmeow had done.

Greeting again, I found that this was no different from my guess.

The power of emotions.

It is not uncommon for elves to use it to achieve various purposes.

The most conspicuous ones are [Expelling Wrath] and [Repaying Gratitude].

These two moves are closely related to the mood of the elf.

When an elf is angry enough, the power of expressing anger will increase significantly.

When an elf is grateful to others, the power of repaying the favor will continue to rise.

It has nothing to do with attribute energy, it belongs to the power of the mind.

(End of this chapter)