Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

In a separate private room, after the young man in an apron brought all four bowls of noodles to the table, Mewtwo raised his arm slightly and slowly stretched out his ball-shaped fingers from his wide black sleeves.

The blue light representing the activation of super powers lights up.

Extremely precise telekinesis extended from between the fingers, like an invisible hand, gently closing the door of the private room, and then skillfully "clicked" to lock the door.

After doing all this properly, Mewtwo felt at ease to take off the hood that was covering its face.

Then he glanced casually at his bowl of ramen, which was filled with bright red barbecued pork, and then said, "So, Liang Yin, you haven't told me yet, what is the connection between looking for that guy Menghuan and going to that place on Rota Street?"

Now that the hot dinner ramen is already in front of it, according to the human customs it has learned from previous research, it is time to talk about some serious business.

"Oh my, talking about work is something you only do when you're socializing over a drink - and during a regular dinner like this, shouldn't we just chat and gossip?"

Liang Yin kept the question in suspense and stared at the little fox slurping noodles with a smile.

Hmm, watching the cute and furry Eevee eating is indeed a very good thing to do no matter when and where...

Thinking of this, he pulled out two tissues from the side, folded them together a few times, and then tied them around the little guy's neck - this way he wouldn't have to worry about the soup splashing onto the cream-colored neck fur.

Zeraora, who came out of the Poké Ball, first looked warily at Mewtwo, who also had feline features, sitting opposite him. Then he slowly picked up the bowl and sipped the soup, then held the chopsticks with difficulty, picked up a piece of barbecued pork and put it into his mouth.

Hmm, the actual size of this piece of barbecued pork is much larger than it looks... Dianmao chewed with an unchanged expression, then poked two pieces of meat from his bowl and placed them on Liang Yin's noodles.

Even though I ordered so much extra barbecued pork, Liang Yin still hasn't given up on the idea of ​​feeding me until I'm the size of Mongoose Zhan!

Now he must be in collusion with Ibrahimovic and wants to trick me! He thought so confidently.

Zeraora has not forgotten the high praise Liang Yin gave to the chubby meerkat Zhan in the contestant lounge of the "Best Cat" selection competition.

Liang Yin did not think too deeply about the inner thoughts of his black cat. He just thought that Zeraora was generously sharing its food with him, so he happily accepted its kindness.

"You and your Pokémon have such a great relationship."

Chaomeng looked at Liang Yin deeply, and while using his superpowers to control the barbecued pork in his bowl to fly automatically into his mouth, he said this with another meaning.

"Of course. Ibrahimovic and Zeraora are both very important companions who travel with me..." Liang Yin paused, then added, "And my family."

"family?"

Mewtwo put down his fingers, and a piece of barbecued pork that had just "taken off from Wuhu" for less than half a second fell back into the soup with a "plop", and sank to the bottom of the bowl "complainingly".

Mewtwo could understand a little bit of his friend's words, because the boy who used the "Personality Correction Fist" on it also said something similar.

But my family’s words...

“Shouldn’t family refer to individuals who are related by blood?”

It was as if the blood of its "father" was flowing in its body.

Of course, there is also the dreamy genetic part that makes it extremely entangled and contradictory.

"Not really. Some things cannot be defined with narrow and rigid words," Liang Yin shook his head and explained, "Caring for each other, taking care of each other, and being tolerant of each other's shortcomings... That's what I think of as family."

Besides, come to think of it, he has never seen any blood relatives in his life, including his parents.

Even in the imaginary world woven by Xuwuyide, the faces of Liang Yin's imagined parents were also blurred.

However, if he had a wife and children in the future... He picked up a piece of ramen with chopsticks with a bit of amusement.

Tsk tsk tsk, is this something a guy who doesn’t even have a girlfriend is qualified to consider?

At this time, Zeraora looked up and glanced at Liang Yin, and recalled the emotional speech this guy had given in front of the children in the camp.

Back to old business?

On the blue planet it’s called... should it be called “mouth-to-mouth”, right?

Forget it, let's eat the noodles first. If they are soaked for too long, they will become lumps that are not tasty. The electric cat shook his head, but the electric light dancing on his beard revealed his inner joy at the moment.

"So, little Zeraora isn't honest enough," the Eevee gulped down two mouthfuls of hot soup, smacked his lips, and muttered to himself, "If it had a tail, it would have been up in the air by now."

So, it is really a lucky thing for Zeraora, a cat who is always unintentionally awkward, that he does not have a disobedient tail.

……

"Ugh—" Liang Yin staggered to a tree, held onto the trunk with trembling hands, lowered his head and spit out an indescribable twisted "rainbow" onto the ground.

The Ibrahimovic on his shoulder realized something was wrong at the very beginning, and very wisely jumped down, and with a few steps he distanced himself from Liang Yin.

Mew-two:"……"

The next moment, it snapped its fingers, and blue superpower poured out from its fingers, wrapping up the sour and smelly things vomited out by the human being, and completely erasing it on the material level.

"I'm so stupid, really." Liang Yin only felt empty, holding his stomach and leaning against the tree, his eyes dull, "I only remembered that teleportation would make my head dizzy, but I forgot that the undigested noodles in my stomach would also make a fuss..."

"Little Eevee, come here and let me hug you." He urgently needed a soft little ball of fur to warm his belly.

Eevee rolled its eyes at this, then took a few steps and jumped into the arms of its trainer - you still have the nerve to say that Eevee is dramatic, without even looking at who Eevee learned this from.

Mewtwo on the side shook his fingers, as if there was something dirty on them.

I've heard of motion sickness, seasickness, and airsickness, but how come there's also sickness from teleportation... Could this human have both poison and fighting attributes?

After all, only a guy with four times weaker superpowers could have such a violent reaction to a non-offensive teleportation move.

"Just a few steps further and you'll find Rota Street."

It pointed to a medieval-style town not far away on the opposite side. As it was getting dark, there were already twinkling lights there - soft and affectionate.