Pokemon's Character Master

"Walk softly, Larulas can't be frightened now..." Li Wen walked in front, whispering some precautions.

Yang Yu and Yang Xiaoyu nodded to express their understanding.

Including Aibi Lang, they also moved very carefully. As elves who have experienced wandering, they understand each other's hearts better.

"Shh..."

Li Wen stretched out her index finger and shook it near her mouth, pointing to a small room with a window glowing with warm yellow light.

La Ruelas is here.

Yang Xiaoyu carefully stepped forward, leaned against the window, and nervously and silently looked at the situation in the room.

There is a delicate white bed, only about 0.6 meters long. There is a small lamp with a wind chime beside the bed. It can make a pleasant sound when touched lightly.

This is a very warm and loving small room, but the elf sitting on the bed seems a little out of place in such an environment.

Larulas curled up, hugging his calves tightly with both hands, and holding the hem of his small skirt at the same time. Under his green hair, a pair of small eyes still looked at the unfamiliar environment around him in fear.

Where... is this?

Larulas didn't dare to speak out, her body's numb instinct told her that as long as she spoke out, she would be beaten...

Larulas lowered her head, and on the center of her dull skirt, there was a purple bow, a small and delicate bow...

Larulas gently touched the bow that covered the center of her skirt, and there was a little more light in her frightened eyes. She also had...a bow...

When she was ignorant, she wished that someone could put a bow on her, like her sisters, and have beautiful clothes and skirts...

Larulas' hand gently stroked the bow, buried his head between his knees, and shed tears.

Anyway, she survived and escaped from hell...

"Abby..."

Suddenly, Larulas was startled for a moment. She curled up even tighter, especially the small bow. This was her... most precious thing. No one could take it away, even if she was beaten. !

"Aibi Lang, didn't I tell you to keep your voice down?" Li Wen kicked Aibi Lang angrily, but found that there were crystal tears in Aibi Lang's eyes.

Seeing Larulas's appearance, Yang Yu's heart tightened, and Yang Xiaoyu felt even more heartbroken.

Yang Xiaoyu seemed to see his own shadow in Larulas, as if he saw himself many years ago...

"Aibi Lang, I'm sorry..." Li Wen felt a little guilty.

When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.

"Abby Abby..."

Abby Lang knocked on the door softly.

A strong elf, both arms and thighs, had toned muscles. At this time, he looked like a little girl, walking into the small room very cautiously with small steps.

Larulas's body was shaking, and she closed her eyes tightly.

It's coming, it's coming.

"Abby?"

Larulas's heart suddenly trembled. He felt at a close distance that this was not a cold and ruthless voice, but... a warm and caring greeting.

It's just that this feeling is too strange, strange... somewhat unreal.

It had been a long time since she had felt the care of others, even other elves.

"A...Abby?" Aibilang tried his best to control his voice, trying to make it more friendly. However, he didn't even notice that the sound he made was trembling.

"Lalu..." Lalulas raised his head, his whole body still trembling.

"Xiao Yu, let's not go in yet. Larulus has a great fear of us humans. Let Aibi Lang come..." Li Wen immediately grabbed Yang Xiaoyu who wanted to enter and shook her head.

"She, she, she..." Yang Xiaoyu was anxious and incoherent.

"Xiao Yu, let's watch from the outside first. Don't worry. You know, when you treat elves...you have to treat them with care, right?" Yang Yu comforted softly.

"But, but..." Yang Xiaoyu glanced at the window, she was a little unwilling.

"Don't worry, leave it to Aibilang. There are some things that are much more professional than us..." Yang Yu reached out and patted Yang Xiaoyu on the shoulder. In fact, it was very difficult for him to hold back. Who was it and why? Would harm a young and kind-hearted elf like Larulus...

Yang Yu clenched his right hand tightly, and veins popped out on his arm.

Yang Xiaoyu almost wanted to put his head through the glass on the door of the room, looking at Larulas inside with extremely nervous and concerned eyes.

"Lalu..."

When Aibilang's fist slowly approached, even though there was no malice, Larulas still looked up helplessly, despair still revealed in his eyes under his hair, and then he closed his eyes tightly.

Accepted.

"Abby?"

However, it was different from what Larulas imagined. She felt a slightly cool hand brushing against her face and through her hair.

"Abby..."

Welcome to the Elf Trusteeship.

I am Aibi Lang, and I am just like you. I was once an elf wandering in the dark corners of the city...

Aibi Lang spoke softly and comforted softly.

Here, you are safe, this is the wandering elf... a warm home.

Home?

A glimmer of light flashed hesitantly in Larulas's desperate eyes. What is home?

There are many elves like me who live here and help the wandering elves live. We are all the same, no matter what kind of life we ​​have had, but here, we... are just a home, a logging machine.

"Lalu..."

Larulas lowered her head in confusion, placing her hands not knowing where to place them. When she looked up again, Abilang had slowly stood up and was about to leave.

"LaRue!"

"Abby?"

Aibi Lang squatted down again.

Home?

Yes, our home.

Aibi Lang nodded, stretched out his right fist, and gently placed it in front of Larulus.

"LaRue?"

Larulas glanced at Aibilang in confusion. Aibilang thought for a moment, glanced at his right fist, and then stretched out his left fist and moved closer little by little.

clatter.

The two fists hit each other lightly.

like this.

Aibi Lang grinned and stretched his right fist in front of Larulus again.

This time, Larulas understood.

Larulas carefully glanced at her little hands, watching the red fist, which was about the same size as her, getting closer little by little. She was afraid in her heart, but she also had more desire.

finally!

Larulus' small fist hit Aibi Lang's fist.

Abby Lang's face was filled with a silly, but very sunny and warm smile.

"LaRue!"

Larulas' face, which almost never showed a smile, curled up a little at the corners of his mouth...

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