I, the first trainer of the new world

Qianlin walked very carefully along the mountain trail.

The path that had not been walked on for a long time was already covered with grass. Qian Lin had to be extra careful when stepping down, for fear of accidentally stepping on the air and falling. Although he probably wouldn't be seriously injured if he fell due to his physique, he would be. It hurts.

Qingmianniao flew up first. Since that person was wearing the same equipment as him, he must have seen his live broadcast and knew Qingmianniao.

[Now we can imagine what we will say about that guy]

【scold? 】

[Let’s first look at the ingredients. If you’re a spirited guy, just start scolding him]

[Does the house manager have any good suggestions? 】

[Generally in this kind of plot, the one above is definitely a beautiful girl. First, a branch task is triggered, then the hero saves the beauty, and conquers the new Pokémon. Finally, the resident beautiful girl in the live broadcast room is happy +1, and the resident Pokémon is happy +1 , so my suggestion is to raid the champagne factory to take a surprise]

[As expected of the house manager, the devil followed him]

[As expected of the house manager, Sichuan and Shu followed suit]

[As expected of a house manager, I went to Beijing to follow him]

[As expected of me...wait a minute, is this a matter of opening champagne? 】

[If you have wine today, you will get drunk today, lemons will not matter later]

Qian Lin had veins popping out on his forehead.

Does this poor house manager have any grudge against me?

But...he still has such inner expectations for beautiful girls. He watched so many Pokémon anime in his previous life. It seems that every time Xiaozhi encounters a similar incident, there will be a new beautiful girl...Pokémon. Dreams appear.

I'm looking forward to it.

After ten minutes of barrage nonsense, Qianlin finally stood at the door of this cabin.

It's really quite small. It's just a hut made of wood at the foot of the mountain. There are a lot of wood piled outside. There are no wires and no water. I guess this is just a hut where wood is piled.

The door is just a small board with branches wrapped around it. Even the way to open the door is to lift it, take it away and put it down again.

"Chirp~" The green cotton bird fell from the roof, stopped on Qian Lin's head, and called softly at him twice.

She heard noises in the house, but she couldn't open the door and couldn't get in.

It's impossible to blast away with moves.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qian Lin scratched Qingmianniao's chin, walked to the door of the room, did not open the door directly, but called out, "Is there anyone inside? I am Qian Lin, I am here to... um... save your?"

[Why use interrogative sentences? 】

[You should shout like this, people inside listen, I am Qian Lin, you have been surrounded, put down your weapon and come out immediately, otherwise I will let Qingmianniao use dragon wave to blow up the whole house into the sky]

[Good guy, American rescue, right?]

[No, this is Russian style]

After saying this, Qian Lin did not speak again, but pricked up his ears to listen to what was going on in the room.

Rustling - I can't tell whether it's a human or an animal sound, but I'm sure there's something inside.

If there is no sound, Qianlin will choose to open the door, but now he still needs to be cautious.

Thinking about it, Qianlin spoke again: "I'm not sure whether you are a human or a Pokémon, and I'm not sure whether you will attack me, so I ask again. If you don't answer, I will assume that you are a Pokémon, and then Just get out of here."

"Is there anyone inside? I'm Qianlin, and I'm here to save you."

The rustling sound became more obvious, as if something was coming towards the door.

Just when Qianlin was about to let Qingmianniao use his moves to open the door, he heard a hoarse voice.

"Someone..."

The voice was weak, hoarse, and had a hint of crying.

Qian Lin breathed a sigh of relief, no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand to lift the door and put it aside, looking into the house.

As expected, it was indeed a room used to store wood, with large pieces of unprocessed wood piled inside. A figure was lying half-lying on the right side of the door, leaning against the pile of wood.

The sudden entry of light made the man subconsciously close his eyes, but the next moment, he seemed to be eager to open his eyes. His dry eyes stared at Qian Lin standing at the door, his lips trembling.

It was a boy. His body and face were covered with sawdust and dust. His age was indistinguishable. He probably hadn't eaten for a few days. His exposed skin was a little shriveled. Although he was not yet skinny, his face already had some wrinkles. the outline of the skeleton.

Qian Lin took a deep breath, walked into the room and squatted in front of him, with a calm tone; "Can you still move?"

The man was speechless. He opened his mouth and made a small sound, but in the end he shook his head helplessly.

Seeing his appearance, Qian Lin didn't say anything. He put down his backpack, took out the prepared water bottle, poured a small sip into the cap, and handed it to the man's mouth.

The man glanced at him gratefully, bit the lid lightly, and sipped in small mouths.

Qian Lin breathed a sigh of relief and looked in the direction of the camera: "The house manager, help me ask, what should I do in this situation?"

(Enlarge the colored font) [There is glucose in the backpack, give him some to drink, drink less and more often, the water is preferably warm water, but the temperature should be as low as possible, drink less and more often, if there is enough time, there will be liquid food in the car, You can give him a small bite first, a small mouthful is enough to help the gastric function recover first, and leave the rest to the hospital]

[Crooked silk, colorful barrage]

【Big brother】

[No, I gave so many gifts, why don’t I have colorful bullet screens? 】

[Stop talking about you, I don’t even have a house manager]

Qian Lin took the lid back and searched in his backpack. Sure enough, he found a bag of glucose water. He opened it and poured some water into the lid: "You drink some water first. I will take you to the camp later and get you some liquid food." Then I’ll send you back.”

As if he heard that he was being sent back, the man did not stop being silent and spoke anxiously: "No... no, I... I have to... find the photo of grandpa... Grandpa only has... that one photo……"

Probably because he drank some water, his voice was not as hoarse as before.

Qian Lin's hand paused: "Did you come back here to find your grandfather's photo?"

The man nodded: "Grandpa... has been gone for many years. He only left... a photo. He... was a very nice person. I miss him so much... but the photo... can't be found... there is no... in the house." …”

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

He didn't shed tears when his survival resources were lost, he didn't shed tears when he was trapped in the house, he didn't shed tears when his body reached its limit, he didn't shed tears when he was saved from a desperate situation, but when he talked about his grandfather's relics, he couldn't help but shed tears.

A person misses his loved ones and returns to his hometown occupied by Pokémon for the only photo of his loved ones, but cannot find the photo left in the room.

"I understand." Qian Lin sighed, "But how are you going to find your body now?"

The man opened his mouth but said nothing.

If he were in a normal state now, Qianlin wouldn't mind helping him find photos, but in his current state he can't even stand up, so what else should he look for? Let's save his life first.

Putting away the glucose water and cup, Qianlin touched the blue cotton bird above his head: "I'll send you back first. During this time, I can try to help you find it first. Your grandfather probably doesn't want to see you looking for his picture." Photo in danger, if he's as good as you say he is.