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

With curiosity and expectation, the cat approached cautiously, eager to find out how the strong chicken and the hunting swallowtail butterfly performed their wonderful performances.

Its pink little paws gently touched the ground, and every step seemed so light and graceful, as if dancing a silent tango.

The scene in front of it made the cat's eyes widen.

It saw the strong chicken holding its head high and suddenly spraying hot spiral flames towards the blue sky.

The flames danced in the air like a smart fire dragon, making the figure of the strong chicken more heroic and fearless.

The flames were blazing, but they did not hurt the strong chicken at all. Instead, they surrounded it like a dazzling fire armor.

Then, the strong chicken performed the feather dance again.

It gently waved its wings, and pieces of burning feathers streaked across the sky like meteors, brilliant and warm.

Those feathers drew graceful arcs in the air and finally fell slowly, like a feast of flying fire feathers.

The cat watched intently, and his heart was full of amazement and respect for the performance of the strong chicken.

This scene not only made the cat feel the power and charm of the strong chicken, but also aroused its deep desire and pursuit.

It began to imagine that it could also shine on the stage like the strong chicken.

The cat's heart was full of curiosity and yearning for the unknown world. It was eager to explore more things and experience more emotions.

Performance is not only a skill, but also a transmission of emotions and communication of the soul.

It decided to bravely pursue its dream and show the world the unique charm of the cat in its own way.

Even the cat has a moment to stand out!

The cat's curiosity became stronger and stronger, and it turned its attention to the hunting swallowtail butterfly, eager to explore how this elegant dancer showed his charm.

Its small eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation, as if it couldn't wait to witness the wonderful performance of the hunting swallowtail butterfly.

The hunting swallowtail butterfly flew up lightly, with a graceful and agile posture. Its mouthparts spit out silvery-white silk threads, which fluttered in the air like the hair of an elf.

Unlike the flames of the strong chicken, the hunting swallowtail butterfly chose a combination of softness and hardness. These silk threads rotated around itself, forming a gorgeous halo, which made the hunting swallowtail butterfly more beautiful and moving.

However, more amazing performances are still to come. The hunting swallowtail butterfly suddenly flapped its wings, and a stream of golden powder fell from its wings, like golden raindrops in the sun, so beautiful that it was suffocating.

The golden powder fluttered in the air, intertwined with the silvery-white silk threads, forming a gorgeous and colorful picture.

Then, the hunting swallowtail butterfly flapped its wings and swept everything.

The silvery-white silk thread was cut cleanly, as if it was cut by a sharp blade. At this moment, Catmoo was stunned and completely conquered by the performance of the hunting swallowtail butterfly.

This performance was not only a visual feast, but also a spiritual shock. Catmoo felt the elegance and power of the hunting swallowtail butterfly, and also saw the gap between himself and these Pokémon.

However, this did not make it frustrated or discouraged, but instead strengthened its determination to study hard and pursue progress.

Catmoo knew that every Pokémon had its own unique charm and performance style. It began to imagine that it could conquer the hearts of the audience with beauty and power like the hunting swallowtail butterfly.

It believed that as long as it continued to work hard and try, one day it would be able to shine on the stage.

However, when Catmoo was immersed in this wonderful performance, a realistic question quietly emerged in its mind-how could it have such a wonderful performance? This question was like a dark cloud, blocking the sunshine in its heart and making it feel extremely troubled.

Catmoo began to try to express his inner feelings in his own way. It hummed softly, and the song was as gentle as a trickle, with a touch of sadness and expectation.

As the song sounded, pink notes appeared beside it like elves, spinning and jumping around the cat, as if telling its story.

However, good things are always short-lived.

After a few seconds, those pink notes dissipated in the air like fireworks, leaving only the lonely figure of the cat and the lingering sadness.

The cat felt a little discouraged, it lowered its head, and its pink hair looked a little dull.

But the cat did not give up, it knew that every successful performance required effort and sweat.

It had to study harder, keep trying and exploring, until it found the right one.Your own way of performing.

As long as you keep working hard, one day you will be able to shine on the stage.

At this moment, Xiangwei Miao's eyes flashed with determination, as if she had seen herself standing on the stage, bringing a wonderful performance to the audience.

"Xiangwei Miao, you always seem to be attracted by that beautiful tail, which is why you can't extricate yourself." Xiaoyao approached gently, her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, but full of wisdom and enlightenment. She leaned down and met Xiangwei Miao's eyes, with encouragement and expectation in her eyes.

"You know, real performance does not rely solely on external splendor and dazzle, but requires inner concentration and emotional expression. Your tail is beautiful, but it should not become a hindrance in your performance." Xiaoyao continued, and every word she said was as bright as a pearl, falling on Xiangwei Miao's heart.

"Try to immerse your mind in the music while singing and forget the existence of your tail. Let every note flow out of your heart, turn into invisible wings, and take you to fly on the stage."

Xiaoyao's eyes were full of trust and expectations for the cat-tailed cat. She believed that this cute Pokémon would definitely find its own way of performing.

The cat-tailed cat listened to Xiaoyao's words, and a warm current surged in his heart.

It understood Xiaoyao's intention and felt the deep love and encouragement. It decided to try to do what Xiaoyao said, focusing its attention on singing and no longer being tied by its tail.

At this moment, the cat-tailed cat seemed to be reborn and radiated new vitality and vigor. It straightened its body, with a firm light in its eyes, thinking of using the most beautiful singing voice to dedicate a song to Xiaoyao.

I hope that this time I can find my own way of performing, so that every audience will be attracted by its charm.