Fairy's opening flash Druby

"Ah Crane, is Mengmeng provoking Mewtwo?"

The more Dawu looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong with the two elves fighting in the sky.

Obviously before Mengmeng came, although Chaomeng's tone was a bit arrogant, he could still see that he was a polite elf who could communicate normally.

Now he was jumping up and down in anger, and was about to calm down several times, but lost his mind after the dreamy "miumiu" twice.

"...Indeed it is."

Hearing the series of unsavory teasing, Ah He was too embarrassed to translate for them.

There are children here!

Watanabe wanted to help translate.

But he looked around at the four children who were not yet 11 years old, and Ah He, who seemed mature and stable but hadn't even had his 12th birthday yet.

As the oldest captain in the team, Du thought about it, but swallowed those words back.

By the way, isn’t this fantasy a little too skinny?

None of the fantasies recorded in the league's files are of this character...

Do you want to include the dreamy character in the report?

How to describe it more euphemistically?

Or do you just translate everything and let those old guys think about it?

Shehudu took out a small notebook and scribbled wildly. At first, he was careful not to let the three children see it.

"But, why does Dream keep provoking Chaomeng? Aren't they family members?"

Everyone's biggest conscience, Xiaozhi, is full of worries at the moment: "Isn't it good for family members to fight like this?"

"It's really not good."

Ahe looked at the wall cut off by the high-speed stars, and Chaomeng who was retched by a million-ton punch: "Don't learn from it, this is a negative case of family relationship."

Xing Dou [Sword Monster with Strong Shield] came out of the Poké Ball at some point, wrapped a shield with a ribbon to block above Ah He, and the fine stones were bounced off and fell to the ground.

[Great Crocodile] in the red blows a freezing wind upwards, blowing dust and stone chips away from here.

Ah He frowned, watching a corner of the castle being annihilated by Dream's wave missiles, leaving not even a scrap of debris: "Dream hit the top."

"Now we can't intervene."

Dawu's flashing golden monster raised its arms and threw the falling stones aside.

"Dream's strength exceeded expectations."

Du murmured, and the opened page of the small book was filled with code words.

This is a way of recording that he himself invented, and it will be translated into a common language after the matter is over, so he doesn't care whether this page will be seen by others.

Anyway, others seem to be just a few words thrown up and down.

Xiaozhi frowned, as if thinking about something.

He couldn't understand.

Why are the two elves, who are obviously family members and should get along well with each other, fight like they want to kill each other?

But the two seemingly reliable seniors, as well as his most trusted brother Ah He, didn't make a move, so he could only restrain himself.

Xiaozhi rubbed his head vigorously, trying to calm down his feverish mind.

"Don't think about it, you can't figure it out even if you think about it."

Xiaomao couldn't stand it anymore: "Trust them."

"Xiao Mao, do you know?"

Xiaozhi looked at Xiaomao pitifully: "Tell me, okay?"

"Want to know?"

Xiaomao frowned, very satisfied with Xiaozhi's flattery: "I'll tell you when it's over."

The clever young master Xiaomao has roughly inferred the matter, so he won the admiration of the bamboo horse who doesn't like to use brains.

Dream didn't care about the consequences after the skill was released.

Even if the falling stones will hit the group of humans.

But what does that matter?

They weren't hurt, were they?

The picture of humans and elves protecting each other is also very interesting~

Moreover, compared to the group of humans, it is obviously more important to communicate with its "children"~

Dream is very satisfied with this "child".

What a child!

The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and it looks very playable.

The learning ability is also very strong, as expected, he still has the cleverness and wit inherited from it, right?

Even if Chaomeng doesn't look like it at all now, and hasn't inherited its greatest advantages, what does it matter?

None of the descendants of Arceus looked like him!

Human beings are amazing beings!

To be able to create such an excellent creature!

It's amazing!

Mengmeng happily circling in the air, twirling and rising to the front of Chaomeng: "miuya~" (Good boy is so weak, do you want Dad to show you his hands~)

It pointed to the sky with its left hand, holding a blue-white wave missile, and snapped its fingers with its right hand, giving birth to a purple-black shadow ball.

"miumiu? miuya~" (You can do this simple technique, right? But you, the self-proclaimed strongest elf, can't compare to me at all~)

The two originally incompatible energy spheres were forced to fuse together and were thrown towards Mewtwo, who was slightly panting.

Chaomeng's pupils constricted, and the sense of crisis of death enveloped its whole body.

Can't escape.

Chaomeng subconsciously used superpowers to open a defensive shield, trying to block the fusion of wave missiles and shadow balls that seemed to exude a bad smell.

"Wow!"

However, the super power shield is like paper, completely unable to block the attack from Mengmeng.

A hole was dug out of the already crumbling castle, and cobweb-like cracks appeared on the ground.

Chaomeng struggled to get up from the bottom of the pit, and was supported by a pair of hands when he almost fell.

It looked back, and in a trance, it seemed to see the sea covered with broken gold sunlight.

"Are you ok?"

Ahe supported Chaomeng who was stunned by the blow, and squeezed Chaomeng quietly by the way, feeling the strength of Chaomeng's body.

Hard, powerful, powerful, but also kind of inexplicably fragile.

It's very strange, why do you feel vulnerable when you can easily crush him to death?

It's a pity I can't feel it all.

After Chaomeng stood firm, Ah He consciously withdrew his hand, but in his heart he was reminiscing about that touch like a pervert.

"This dream should be very old, after all, according to the legend, it is an elf that appeared from the beginning of the world."

He opened his mouth, but quietly stepped on Meng Meng: "You are still young, it's normal that you can't beat it now, and there is still a chance to surpass it in the future."

Chaomeng looked at him, as if he wanted to say something.

"miu? miuya!" (How do you speak for it? And I'm not old!)

Mengmeng suddenly appeared on Ah He's head, grabbed the upturned hair on his head and meowed loudly: "miuya! miu? miu? miu?" (What eyes do you have! Is it as cute as me? I would Acting like a baby? Will I meow?)

"Shut up, old man!"

Chaomeng seems to have been opened up, and began to attack Mengmeng with the age he cares about: "How old is it and still meowing all the time? It's disrespectful to be old!"

"..."

Ah He was as quiet as a dummy. Although he cared about his poor and toyed Mao Mao, he still signaled his elves not to do anything.

If it was possible to exchange a pinch of fur for peace, he... could barely sacrifice himself.