Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

(Before writing this book, I could never imagine that I would be able to write 688 chapters, but this number is quite auspicious.)

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Lin Guochang initially thought that the attacker was an ultimate beast, and his heart tightened, so he hurried over without stopping.

Tang Chen now has relatively weak Pokémon around him, with only one Bulbasaur that can be considered to have strong combat power.

If there are only one or two enemies, it might be possible to deal with them, but once the number of enemies increases, it will be difficult to resist.

However, when Lin Guochang rushed to the scene in a panic, he was shocked to find that the person who attacked Tang Chen was Zeraora.

Zeraora's ruthless and lethal attack on Tang Chen gave Lin Guochang a strong intuition that this Zeraora was most likely the one belonging to his rebellious son Lin Yi.

After he tried to communicate with Zeraora, the other party's reactions confirmed Lin Guochang's guess.

Then, a new question arises: why did Lin Yi's Zeraora appear here? Could it be that Lin Yi is nearby?

But this seems unlikely. After all, according to common sense, Lin Yi's Pokémon should not be on him.

At this moment, An Qing was standing quietly in the distance of the battlefield, like a statue, except for her eyes, which were smart and fiery. Her gaze pierced through the chaotic, noisy, and dusty battlefield like a sharp arrow, and finally fixed firmly on Lin Guochang's figure.

Her eyes were wide open, unblinking, as if afraid to miss even the slightest detail, and her gaze was fixed on the face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Her slightly trembling lips revealed her inner turmoil, and she subconsciously murmured softly:

"Really, him?"

The sound was as light as a gossamer, like a feather floating slowly down the river, yet it seemed to contain tremendous force, and was overflowing with endlessly complex emotions.

Shock surged into my heart like a tide, doubt lingered in my mind like a fog, and more than that, there was the surprise that was difficult to describe in words, as if suddenly seeing the dawn in the darkness, and the lingering expectations were like spring buds quietly sprouting in my heart.

"What the hell? Why is Uncle Lin here?"

Ye Feng had a confused and bewildered look on his face, as if he was saying, I had heard that Lin Guochang in this world had died heroically, so why would he suddenly appear here now?

"He knows Zeraora. Could it be that he is the Lin Guochang we know?"

Ruan Yaoyao held her chin with one hand, frowned slightly, and speculated in a low voice.

"how do you know?"

"Uh... it's just the feeling."

Ruan Yaoyao pointed her finger at Lin Guochang who was communicating with Zeraora.

“Because you see, he and Lin Yi’s Zeraora seem to be old acquaintances.

"If that's the case, then how did Uncle Lin come to this world?"

Mi Yu tilted her head slightly, frowned slightly, and asked the questions in her mind.

Her hand unconsciously moved slowly towards the schoolbag in her arms, where Jirachi was sleeping peacefully, as if unaware of all the chaos around him.

"It is with the magical power of Jirachi that we were able to cross time and space and come to this world. How did Uncle Lin get here? Could it be that there really is a second Jirachi?"

Ye Feng and Ruan Yaoyao looked at each other and shouted in unison, their voices were loud and clear, and full of confidence:

"do not know."

"..."

When Mi Yu heard this, he was speechless and could only respond with silence.

An Qing completely ignored the conversation of the boys and girls behind her. Her feet seemed to be tightly bound by a mysterious spell, nailed firmly in place, with no signs of moving.

Her eyes seemed to be firmly attracted by a super strong magnet, closely following Lin Guochang's every move, and every step he took tugged at her heartstrings.

In her eyes, complex emotions were intertwined like a tangled mess, and her heart was like a treasure trove of mixed flavors overturned, with all kinds of tastes, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, rushing into her heart all at once.

For several years, during the countless long and lonely days and nights, she had always firmly believed that Lin Guochang had long since disappeared from this world forever.

However, at this moment, he suddenly appeared before him without any warning.

This sudden scene made her feel dazed for a moment, as if she had accidentally entered the depths of a dream that was both real and illusory.

She was filled with anxiety, fearing that this was just an illusion she had imagined out of extreme longing and desire, like a beautiful but fragile bubble that would shatter in an instant, turn into nothing, and disappear completely with the slightest touch.

But at the same time, the uncontrollable ecstasy and excitement deep in her heart was like a volcanic eruption, and like a surging, overwhelming tide, it violently hit her heart wave after wave, and the surging force almost drowned her completely.

In An Qing's understanding, Lin Guochang had already passed away. He was her lover whose funeral she had personally arranged. The shadow of death had completely enveloped him, and there was no way he could return.

Because of this, when she first heard that there was a person who looked very similar to Lin Guochang, she was full of disdain and doubt, and sneered at such rumors as nothing but nonsense.

But fate is so fickle. When An Qing saw that person clearly, her defenses collapsed instantly. All her calmness and rationality receded like the tide, leaving only panic and excitement in her heart.

The aura exuded by the person in front of him and the charm in his every move were exactly the same as the Lin Guochang in his memory, as if he had crossed the boundary between life and death and returned to the world in a different form.

An Qing subconsciously clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deeply into the soft skin of her palms, but she seemed to have lost consciousness and was completely unaware of the piercing pain.

Her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her chest was like the surface of a lake in a strong wind, rising and falling slightly. She tried her best to suppress the surging waves in her heart, but it was in vain.

Every breath she inhaled and exhaled was accompanied by a violent surge of emotions deep in her heart, which seemed to completely submerge her in this sudden shock and confusion.

At this delicate moment, Lin Guochang seemed to have a telepathic connection. His body trembled slightly and he slowly turned his head to the side.

His gaze was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the pungent smoke in the air, and accurately intersected and collided with An Qing's gaze full of affection and shock.

"Xiaoqing?"

Lin Guochang's eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of instinctive surprise and intimacy flashed in his eyes, but it was only a brief moment.

Then, his mind became clear in an instant, like rapidly running gears.

I thought to myself: No, this is not the Xiaoqing I know, but the one who exists in a parallel world.

I heard that I had passed away in this world, and the trajectory of my fate took a completely different turn here.

Lin Guochang's eyes instantly became deep and complex, showing nostalgia for past memories, helplessness and disappointment about the current situation, and more importantly, the determination to face the reality.

He stared at An Qing deeply, and that look seemed to imprint her appearance deep in his heart.

Then, he clenched his teeth, made up his mind, and suddenly turned his body, deliberately avoiding An Qing's hot and sad gaze, leaving her with a cold and lonely back.