I, the fighting party, became Xiaozhi's golden finger

Such words kept echoing in Xiaozhi's mind. Every time Xiaozhi wanted to reach out, he found that the voice stopped again.

But after a few seconds, the voice came again...

This voice made Xiaozhi have no idea where to start. He couldn't even find Li Qingfeng now...

The scene of Meteor Falls switched again, and Xiaozhi saw Xiaogang, Xiaoxia, and himself wearing the clothes he wore when traveling in Kanto, Orange Islands, and Johto.

In the warm and nostalgic atmosphere, Xiaozhi's mind was gently touched by the soft hand of memory.

In front of him, it seemed like a lifetime ago, and pictures like yellowed old photos gently floated in his mind. He seemed to feel the warmth of the sunshine on his face. It was the beginning of an epic journey of courage and growth.

He saw himself riding a bicycle with Pikachu, shuttling through the storm.

Surrounded by a group of flying and singing Spearows, there were hundreds of them, and each of them had a fierce look on their faces!

Pikachu stood up fearlessly. Lightning flashed in its eyes, and its small body contained a power that could not be ignored. It fought against hundreds of Spearows with its own strength. The scene was like a general on the battlefield commanding the army of thunder.

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Then, the scene changed, and it was the scene of the first capture of Pokémon.

Butterfree, Pidgeot, those former partners...

At that time, he was full of joy. He successfully captured the Caterpillar with just one ball. That joy was like the brightest star in the boy's heart, illuminating his way forward.

Although Xiaoxia was not very interested in insect Pokémon and always asked him to take the Caterpillar away, the joy of capturing still made him excited for a long time.

It was not so easy to capture Pidgeot. Pidgeot was flying in the air, and his first attempt was unsuccessful.

The self in the picture actually wanted to use the Caterpillar to capture Pidgeot, which was really ridiculous. However, it is these failures and attempts that have shaped him into who he is today.

The capture of Bulbasaur and Squirtle was full of hardships and challenges.

Especially Team Rocket, they always appeared at the right time to break the beautiful moments between Pokémon and trainers.

Xiaozhi couldn't help but sigh, why did Team Rocket always follow him at that time, and what was their purpose? He didn't want to delve into the answer to this question.

The scene changed again, he and Xiaogang ran in the rain with Charmander, looking for a place to shelter from the rain.

The warm lights of the Pokémon Center, like a harbor at home, provided them with shelter. Charmander was injured, and they carefully treated it. At that moment, the hearts of Pokémon and trainers were closely connected.

These pictures, like fragments of time, piece together Xiaozhi's growth process. In this process, there are laughter, tears, setbacks, and success. And all of this constitutes his unique Pokémon journey.

"Don't forget me..."

This voice is still echoing in Xiaozhi's mind. It is like an ancient poem, flowing in the long river of time, and like a forgotten melody, echoing in the depths of memory.

At first, it was like a distant call, vague, as if it was a voice from another world, gently touching Xiaozhi's heartstrings.

He thought it was just a temporary illusion, a misplaced memory, and never took it to heart.

However, as time went by, this voice became clearer and more frequent. It was like some kind of reminder, and like a wish hidden deep in his heart, reminding him again and again, touching a corner deep in his heart.

Now, this voice has appeared for the fourth time!

It is like a puzzle, waiting for Xiaozhi to solve it, and it is like some important information, eager to convey it to him.

Xiaozhi began to feel confused, what does this voice mean?

What secrets are hidden in the story behind it?

Xiaozhi's heart was full of doubts and curiosity. He began to search and explore, trying to find the source of the sound and uncover the truth behind it.

The answer to this puzzle may be hidden in his past journeys and the days he spent with Pokémon.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall every detail related to the sound. He wanted to find it, understand it, and even more to unravel the secrets behind it.

The picture reappeared, and Xiaozhi observed it carefully.

This time the picture was different from the previous one, everything exuded a mysterious and exotic atmosphere. The surroundings were filled with mysterious light, as if it was the door to another world.

Xiaozhi's pupils dilated, he noticed a special detail. In that exotic scenery, a Pokémon stood quietly in the distance, staring straight at him. This Pokémon made Xiaozhi feel strange, but also familiar.

Xiaozhi raised his hand and tried to touch the other party: "Who are you?"

The orange-skinned Pokémon lowered his head, did not speak, but just stared at Xiaozhi quietly.

"Who... am I?"

The alien was Deoxys, and the reflection of its eyes was all Xiaozhi, but it had no idea about Xiaozhi's question.

Who is it?

Where is it?

What is it doing here?

It doesn't know these.

It only knows that people should not forget its existence.

"Don't forget me..."

Deoxys made a mechanical sound, and the timbre kept changing, sometimes electronic synthesized sound, sometimes Li Qingfeng, Xiaomao, Xiaogang...

But in the end, it still kept its voice on the electronic synthesized sound.

"I don't know, I don't understand, why we are being bullied..."

Deoxys shed tears, and the remaining memory told it that it came here because of a fight between two Pokémon. It didn't know why the fight started, and then the meteorite it was on was broken...

"Please don't forget me, my name is Deoxys, the purpose is unknown, and everything else is unknown..."

Deoxys floated up and stopped when it was only a fist away from Xiaozhi.

The two sides looked at each other, and Xiaozhi subconsciously activated his own wave power, and the azure light curtain wrapped the two of them.

Xiaozhi was surprised to find that Deoxys in front of him actually shed tears.

He asked: "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know why I'm crying..."

"I only know that I don't want the world to forget my existence..."