Pokémon Dream Walker

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Can't write, can't write, can't write.

I held it in all afternoon and all night again, and my head hurt from holding it in, ugh!well!well!

Back to the black market.

Not as rampant as the first time, nor as sneaky as the second time.

Shang He, who entered the black market for the third time, became normal and was no different from the customers on the street. Because of the dream world, he did not have high demand for resources in the real world, so he did not stop at various stalls to pick things.

Follow Smith's memory and look for Choct's Ore Stand.

Although Smith has been to the black market, he has not visited the entire black market. He has only gone to Choct's stall to deliver goods, so he does not know the leading poison shop in the black market, Baidu Epidemic.

All business stalls in the black market are fixed. When Shang He found Choct's stall, he found that he had not left his stall today.

A note folded to the size of a coin landed on the Crown of Decay.

The drowsy stall owner raised his head and saw Shang He's sturdy figure wrapped in a black cloak. He was much more awake. He said in a cold tone: "Not enough!"

Under the half-face monarch snake mask, Shang He had a strange look on his face.

Think I want to buy this certificate of king?

You don’t really think I can’t tell it’s from “last week” do you?

This is the case with the scattered stalls in the black market. It is common for people to buy goods with fake eyes. Buying treasures here depends on your eyesight. If you are deceived, there is no way to protect your rights.

If you want to buy authentic products, go to a black market store. If a fake appears there, No. [-] can directly kick it out of the black market.

Although the quality is guaranteed, the price will make people feel unhappy.

Shang He didn't answer and asked instead: "Friend, do you know why the bearded old man at the next stall didn't come out tonight?"

The stall owner immediately understood what Shang He meant and secretly praised the young man in front of him for stepping forward, picking up the banknotes next to the crown, unfolding them and throwing them into the cash box.

"It's very rare that he doesn't show up at the stall. Maybe there's something that's delayed him?"

"Got it, thank you!"

Shang He thanked him and turned around to leave. He recalled Choct's residence he had obtained in his dream. After guessing the direction, he left the black market from Exit 2. He had a sense of déjà vu as he was looking for the right exit in the subway in his previous life.

Walk with the sword.

Returning to the desolate town again, Shang He was walking against the corner, and the candlelight spirit on his shoulders used the shadows to cover his figure.

Choct's residence is in the southeast of the town, in the woods near the beach, and is relatively remote.

Before entering the woods, Shang He saw flames rising into the sky.

problem occurs?

Shang He secretly screamed something bad, and without bothering to hide his figure, he stepped on the sword and rushed into the woods.

On the forest path, Shang He happened to bump into someone coming out of the forest.

The former was wearing a black cloak to hide his head and tail, while the latter had just completed the murder and arson case, and the two sides faced off on the two-meter-wide bluestone road.

Middle-aged people don't want to cause trouble. The other person is definitely not a good person if he hides his head and shows his tail.

But when he saw clearly what Shang He was stepping on, he couldn't remain calm.

Single scabbard, Miyamoto congratulations!

He knew Director Lippi's plan, and he naturally knew the target's signature elf. There might be only one scabbard for the entire United States.

Oops, the supervisor’s plan may have been exposed!

This person has just been a trainer for less than a month, and his specific strength is unclear. The battle he witnessed was also won by siege, but he probably won't be too strong. I may try to sneak attack him later, which may help the manager get rid of his henchman... …

The middle-aged man's mind was spinning, and he had evil thoughts.

Shang He was also a little numb at the moment, lamenting that the timing was too bad. It would have been fine earlier or later, but why did he hit him head on?

This is not called just right, this is called alerting the enemy.

If the guy in front of him was from the Baidu Epidemic Center, Shang He had no idea how to deal with him.

The scabbard of the single sword under his feet suddenly trembled twice, telling him that the guy opposite had malicious intentions.

Shang He immediately turned on his guard.

During the silent confrontation, the middle-aged man opposite him wearing regular clothes and carrying a briefcase spoke first.

"Friend, how about we say goodbye? Just pretend we've never met!"

Shang He asked in a cold tone: "Did you do what was inside?"

With a tone that was completely devoid of face, he stepped on the sword and hovered in mid-air, with a arrogant look that made the middle-aged man angry, and the murderous intention hidden in his heart became even stronger.

But he didn't show it on his face, but he still kept Shang He steady, and shouted in a deep voice: "Friend, I would like to advise you, it is better to do less than to do more. You may not be a good person if you hide your head and show your tail!"

The other party didn't give a direct answer, but the answer was already obvious.

Shang He simply stopped talking nonsense with him and asked him for some things. It was better to knock him unconscious and look it up in his dream.

"It's true that I'm not a good person, but I only kill those who deserve to be killed, just like you!"

He shouted loudly, his strong murderous intention undisguised.

Zheng!

Amidst the fierce sound of the sword, a beam of violent energy spurted out from the scabbard in the shape of a crescent moon, and the dark brown slash struck towards the middle-aged man's head.

Iai·Holy Sword!

The middle-aged man was completely confused. Why didn't the other party follow the routine?Beaten to death when you come up?

Obviously, he would not sit still and wait for death. He quickly retreated to avoid the slashing attack, and at the same time, he had no choice but to reveal his ambush method.

Ah bang!

With an angry roar and a sickening wind, a black poisonous python rushed out of the forest, waving its faint purple dagger-like tail to block the attack of the holy sword.

"Poison Tail? What a useless little trick!"

The harsh trembling sound of gold and iron clashing was heard, followed by an angry roar of pain. The blood droplets splashed at the intersection were extremely dazzling under the bright moonlight.

Naturally, there is no such thing as blood in the scabbard of a single sword.

These all come from the tail of the rice spoon snake.

It was not that he was struck head-on by the single scabbard, but was affected by the sharp energy emitted by the holy sword.

The scales were broken and blood splattered.

It is enough to see the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

The rice spoon snake roared in pain and wanted to retreat, but the single scabbard would not let it do so.

Although the blessing of the holy sword has faded, it only relied on its own brute force to pin the tail blade of the poisonous python, and started a tug-of-war with the poisonous python. The other party wanted to retreat unless the tail blade shattered.

The stinking snake spit out venom and washed the body of the single scabbard, but it was blocked by the silver light on the sword and could not cause any harm to the single scabbard.

This is the attribute immunity of the steel type, which can defeat poisonous elves like greedy snakes!

The Spoon Snake is twisting its body violently, trying to win the fight.

If it weren't for the special shape of the single sword scabbard, it would have instinctively entangled it with its snake body and strangled it if it didn't want to hit the blade. Who would dare to ask Da to fight a python up close?

A pair of fangs are filled with black energy, and they are ready to use the crushing move, but they have some scruples.

Ah bang!

The pain of the tail blade being about to break consumed the last trace of its sanity, and it opened its black blood basin and bit into the scabbard of the single sword.

"Holy Sword!"

As Shang He shouted low, the scabbard of the single sword was no longer embedded in the gap to hold the tail blade.

The domineering will to cut off everything reappears.

The sword body gathers fighting energy, condensing on the spine of the sword into a materialized dark brown crystal light, like a condensed dark red blood scab.

Up!

The crescent moon-like dark red skin is so oozing out!

The fangs were exposed and he bit down on the sword with a big mouth. Hearing only two crisp sounds, he saw two dagger-like fangs flying out. Immediately, a stream of blood spattered several meters away. The sword he pulled out under the cold moonlight The arc is glaring.

The mouth of the rice spoon snake was cut open and it could no longer roar. It could only whimper unwillingly from its throat.

The difference in strength is too big, the rice spoon snake is killed by the single scabbard of the sword!

The sword was scabbarded with no idea of ​​its importance. The silver light on the sword was dazzling and it spun like a top.

This is the gyro ball it just mastered.

The sharp sword turns into an indestructible drill bit to penetrate the snake's body.

If this fierce blow were carried out, it could kill the Rice Spoon Snake for half of its life. It would even be life-threatening, not to mention whether it was still capable of fighting.

At the critical moment, a ball of mud jumped up from the ground and caught the sharp gyro ball.

The stench is pungent!

This makes it impossible to cover up its tracks. Even if it is traveling close to the ground in the night, Shang He has a clear idea of ​​its location.

This is a stinky slime!

Regarding its appearance, Shang He did not remind the single scabbard because it was unnecessary.

It's not that Shang He is arrogant, in fact he is.

Smelly Mud blocked the fierce gyro ball for his companions, but in fact, he was not able to completely block it.

The force of the churning tore its body apart.

The smelly purple-black mud spattered everywhere. The scabbard of the single sword penetrated the body of the smelly mud, and hit the head of the rice spoon snake that was too late to move away.

Click!

The crisp sound of broken bones was very abrupt.

The middle-aged man looked horrified, looking at the single sword scabbard nailed on the bluestone with horror.

Not far away, the rice spoon snake fell in a pool of blood, lifeless.

"You, you, you... Miyamoto Kamiga, I'm going to kill you! Smelly mud, mud attack!"

The middle-aged man raised his finger and pointed at Shang He, his voice trembling with his fingers. He no longer pretended to be himself because his grief and anger could no longer be suppressed.

The smelly mud managed to heal its body and threw several balls of purple-black sludge towards Shang He.

A ball of "big"-shaped flames flew out from behind Shang He, facing up to several balls of mud that were thrown forward. The strong heat wave changed their trajectory, carrying them and knocking the stinky mud away. The terrifying explosion shook the world. Heaven and earth, the air waves once again carried the flowing fire and spread wildly.

But before these flowing fires can reach the forest land and cause fires.

Suddenly, like flowing water, it converged towards a source and was swallowed by an elf that looked like an ancient lamp, strangling a forest fire storm in its cradle.

Light ghost, [fire] feature!

The smelly mud has a strong resistance. It dragged its charred and mutilated body back to the bluestone road, but two white elves floated into its field of vision, and two dark purple orbs with arcs of light on their surfaces magnified in front of its eyes.

Candlelight Spirit, Shadow Ball!

Boom!

Another explosion!

The bluestone slabs on the ground were lifted up, shattered, and sputtered, the quiet path was blasted out of the crater, and a mushroom cloud symbolizing destruction rose.

When the smoke cleared, the smelly mud lay in the center of the crater, following in the footsteps of the rice spoon snake.

"Your resistance is weak!"

Shang He showed a joking smile, took off the hood on his head, and then took off the half-mask on his face, revealing his true appearance.

"Miyamoto Kamika? Can you recognize this? Are you from the Hundred Poison Epidemic Institute?"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank and he tried his best to control his facial expression.

But Shang He didn't expect the other party to answer, and continued: "Huh! I know it's you Baidu Epidemic who are causing trouble. Choct and Smith were both used by you. Then Marcus is waiting deep in the No. 13 mine. You're trying to kill me, right? You really went to great lengths to murder me!"

Meeting this abnormal guy in front of him, Shang He roughly deduced their plan even if he didn't see his dream.

"Speaking of which, you actually want to kill people and silence them. Should I praise you for your rigorous actions?"

The middle-aged man's face keeps changing, just like the face of a folkloric master.

After taking back the two elves, he looked sad and remained silent, showing a deep sense of powerlessness.

This uncooperative look made Shang He's expression stern, "Speak or die, just like your colleague!"

The middle-aged man recalled the mummy dug up in the desert in his mind, and realized the ferocity of the young man in front of him, and his psychological defenses were completely defeated.

His clenched fists slowly loosened, as did his clenched teeth.

"I am the operations specialist of the Baidu Epidemic Station. Director Lippi sent me here to deal with Choct who induced Smith to go to the Ghost Sword Detective Agency."

Shang He asked curiously: "Why do you do it so cautiously?"

"I don't know...but I asked Director Lippi before receiving the order. He said that the demise of the Venom Gang was so strange that no one can be too cautious. This kind of thing that violates the laws of the alliance must be done again in the future. Be so cautious and leave nothing behind."

"Haha, awesome! Awesome! There are so many smart people in this world..."

The middle-aged man's pupils trembled sharply, and he stared at Shang He, understanding the meaning behind his words.

After sighing, Shang He looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile.

"Oh, it's a pity that he missed a move. Why didn't he think that I destroyed the Fierce Poison Gang by myself? How dare you come up to provoke me?!"

The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice: "Those leaders who never returned; Mr. Bai who was shot to death in the safe house; William Mox, who had no news after escaping from pursuit..."

Shang He smiled and showed his white teeth, "Yes, they all died in my hands!"

The middle-aged man was horrified and looked at

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Shang He continued: "I knew it was your Baidu Epidemic who was causing trouble this time. It seems that you have completed the task of killing people and silencing them."

Leaving Larulus to study in the studio, Shang He once again borrowed the fighting venue of Feiyun Gym.

But it’s not good to always borrow other people’s territory.

Shang He was thinking about where to find a battle venue of his own that was private enough.

"Sticky web? This is not it! It can barely be regarded as a bug web, just an ordinary web made of silk. Touch it yourself and try it. It can't even stick to your hands. How can it be used to stick to it? Do the resident elves slow them down?”

Noriko benefited a lot from Shang He's guidance. After receiving the guidance, Chong Baobao began to conduct physical training on the battlefield.

To put it more closely, it’s salary and benefits. You can’t just extend an invitation with empty words, right?

Noriko's family background is not good, and it is difficult for a single-parent family to live in Feiyun City. She needs a stable income to subsidize her family.