Rise of the Doomsday Elves

No one knows how powerful he is until he tries it.

"Yeah" Fang Ning stopped.

Because he heard a rustling sound coming from behind him.

Then he turned around slowly, and finally stood there stunned.

I saw a pair of eyes growing out of thin air on a big tree, with the whites and pupils of the eyes clearly distinct.

The big tree has become a spirit

Obviously not. After taking a closer look, Fang Ning saw that this was a Pokémon shaped like a hazelnut. There were scales on the surface of the body, and the scales were also covered with bark. From a distance, it looked like a Pokémon. It really looks like part of a big tree when you go up there, so it’s no wonder Fang Ning can’t see it.

Fang Ning's mood was no longer as bright as before. At this moment, he was secretly annoyed as to why he had missed this Pokémon without looking more carefully.

The unknown Pokémon hanging on the tree was staring at Qining with its big eyes, full of doubts.

It looked like this Pokémon had never seen anyone before.

Judging from its appearance, it should be a grass-type Pokémon that is probably not aggressive, Fang Ning made a mental guess.

The two sides fell into a strange stalemate.

Fang Ning was still carrying a heavy backpack, so it was not an option to continue a confrontation like this, so he loosened the backpack straps on his shoulders slightly so that he could take off the backpack and escape, and took a step back as a test.

Seeing Fang Ning's figure move slightly, the unknown Pokémon thought Fang Ning was going to attack, so it was startled, its body trembled slightly, and it actually fell from the tree.

The moment this Pokémon landed on the ground, the bark wrapped around it also fell down, revealing its true appearance in Lushan.

Fang Ning searched the illustrated book in his mind and found out that this Pokémon should be called Hazelnut Ball.

etc.

An unpleasant feeling lingered in Fang Ning's heart.

Looking at the hazelnut ball again, a pair of innocent big eyes flickered.

As if to say, "Oh haha."

After thinking of the hazelnut ball's illustrated information, Fang Ning reacted instantly.

"Depend on"

He took a bite, then packed up his backpack and ran away.

The hazelnut ball began to glow with white light.

Then there was a loud noise

"Boom"

Along with the sound, a ball of light suddenly burst out from the center of a hazelnut ball.

A searing wave surged.

The raging flames flapped their wings like a giant dragon.

The billowing smoke surged toward Fang Ning like an overwhelming sandstorm.

Along with it, there was an invisible wall, which was the shock wave generated by the explosion.

Fang Ning, who was running away, felt like he was hit by something heavy, and then his body flew forward uncontrollably.

The huge energy leveled the fruit forest to the ground in an instant.

Now Fang Ning finally understood why no Pokémon was willing to step into this fruit forest.

After flying about ten meters away, Fang Ning chased him heavily on the ground, causing earth and rocks to fly around.

He coughed twice, and blood foam came out of his mouth.

The internal organs in the body felt as uncomfortable as being hit by a hammer.

My head was dizzy, accompanied by constant ringing in my ears, and a feeling of death.

Fortunately, the cones behind him blocked part of the shock wave for him at the moment of explosion, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Fang Ning sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily.

He endured the dizziness and stood up from the ground with difficulty.

"uh"

The previous explosion tore open his original wound.

A heartbreaking pain surged into my heart.

Even so, he took steps.

Fang Ning knew very well that if he didn't leave now, he would be unable to leave if the Pokémon that were disturbed by the explosion came over later.

"Hiss, hiss."

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Tears shone in her red eyes.

Even so, he still persisted.

Step by step.

Finally, he dragged his heavy body back to the rental house.

Throwing down his backpack, Fang Ning knelt on the ground in a strange posture. He didn't stand up until the pain eased slightly.

He brought a chair.

I found a few more clean towels, alcohol lamps, scissors, and needle and thread.

Fang Ning stuffed a clean towel into his mouth.

Then he took off his coat and burned the scissors on an alcohol lamp.

Until the handle of the scissors is warm.

Looking at the bleeding wound on his waist, Fang Ning gritted his teeth and forcibly opened the wound.

Use a towel to press the bleeding area, and then use scissors to cut off some of the rotten flesh.

What kind of pain is it to cut off the flesh on your own body.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Fang Ning's body tensed up, and her heart-piercing shouts turned into low roars under the suppression of the towel.

Fine beads of sweat spread on Fang Ning's forehead.

Tears poured out uncontrollably.

At this moment, Fang Ning just felt like he was in purgatory on earth.

But the surgery wasn't over yet.

He picked up the line again and sewed the torn wounds stitch by stitch.

Fang Ning's hands were trembling, and with each injection, his body began to shake violently.

At this time, a strange idea came to Fang Ning's mind again, which was a joke he had read before.

Some people rate loneliness from one to ten. The first level is going to the supermarket alone.

Later, I would eat alone, watch movies alone, etc.

Up to the tenth level. At the tenth level, you have to perform surgery alone. So what level should someone like him perform surgery on himself?

Perhaps this idea was a bit absurd at the moment, but it was undeniable that this method did relieve some of his pain.

Finally, the operation was completed. Fang Ning looked at the crooked threads, which were a bit ugly, but they were finally sewn together, right?

After simply bandaging it with a towel and some gauze clothes, Fang Ning took a few more anti-infection pills.

His body can no longer feel pain and is numb, so there is no need to take painkillers.

I accidentally glanced at the backpack, and there was a kind of light blue juice slowly dripping out.

It was the orange fruit in the backpack that was broken.

Seeing this, Fang Ning picked up the gasoline and dragged his exhausted body out the door.

Fang Ning returned to the rental house and lay on the bed, covering her head with the quilt.

At this moment, grievance, helplessness, loneliness, and all kinds of negative emotions came to my heart, and finally turned into sad tears, and finally cried out.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about one of his own survival rules, which was not to make loud noises.

He is like an island far away from the crowd, or a person on an island, unable to be rescued.

He kept asking, why me, why should I bear all this damn thing?

why why

Countless whys flashed through Fang Ning's mind.

Can anyone come and stay with me?