Pokemon face paralyzed god

When Xiao Mao opened his eyes again, what appeared in front of him was a rather familiar inverted triangle head.The reason why it is quite familiar is because when he realized that it was his elf, his chaotic brain did not let him understand. If you ignore the messy graffiti on it, this elf is actually the most serious Flying Mantis.

He was silent for three seconds before reacting, stretched his hand forward, and couldn't help laughing: "Flying Mantis! How did you become like this?" He really didn't know the Flying Mantis who turned into light pink after being shy. I have seen a flying mantis with a pile of poop drawn on its forehead with a black marker pen.

The so-called image of facial paralysis is used to destroy it.Xiaomao lay on the ground and twitched with laughter for a long while, then struggled to get up while clutching his sore stomach, and patted the large swath of dirt on his clothes: "Where did Fatty go?"

"Carda..." Flying Mantis didn't have the nerve to tell him that his own situation wasn't much better at the moment, so he raised his sickle kindly and pointed behind Xiaomao, "Carda, carda!" In fact, it woke up When they came here, there was no sign of the troublemaker in the vicinity, but Flying Mantis carefully checked the surroundings, and saw the footprints belonging to Fat Ding on this trail.

Xiaomao followed its movements and turned his head, looking at the empty forest path, he was at a loss for a moment, and immediately understood its meaning: "You mean, Fat Ding walked along this path?"

In fact, Xiao Mao has a vague impression of the plot related to Fat Ding. Looking at the appearance of Flying Mantis at this time, it is not difficult for him to imagine how beautiful his face should be. Xiao Mao blinked: "If there is no mistake in my memory last night, then this path can lead directly to the city that never sleeps..."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips. If Fat Ding sang all the way to the city that never sleeps, it means that the other party will definitely use a signature pen to draw all the way to the city that never sleeps.

——But where did that signature pen come from?Xiaomao raised his head and thought about this profound question for a long time, but finally decided to let it go with the wind, comparing it with the fairy tale world is really irresponsible to his own brain cells.

Xiaomao walked all the way back along that path, and after he had a clear view of the scene in the city that never sleeps, he rushed back to the hotel immediately, took out the camera from his backpack, and recorded video all the way from the edge of the town to the city center.

Of course, this kind of information can't add even an elf slot to him, but Xiaomao feels that this video is no less valuable than the silhouette he recorded for Fengwang. It can indeed be regarded as a miracle for an elf to instantly kill something with one move.

In fact, after carefully appreciating the colorful graffiti on everyone's face, Xiaomao personally feels that this fat boy has considerable painting talent and imagination. After seeing the patterns on so many people's faces, there is no repetition.

He was still enthusiastically recording the embarrassment of the residents of the city that never sleeps. He took a few close-ups of Junsha and Joey's faces from multiple angles, and felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

Not long after he bought the mobile phone, only a few people knew his number, and in front of these people, he couldn't afford to lose face.Xiaomao first took out a wet towel to wipe off the pen marks on his face, then turned on the phone screen to take a look, and pressed the answer button: "Xiaozhi, what's the matter?"

"I, we just finished participating in the amusement park carnival!" Xiaozhi's slightly panting voice came through the phone, filled with excitement, "I, my little charmander has evolved into a fire dinosaur!"

"You participated in the carnival, and then your Charmander evolved?" Xiaomao felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and he didn't understand the necessary connection between these two things.

"The coconut egg tree went berserk, my little charmander successfully prevented them from destroying buildings and hurting people!" Xiaozhi switched the phone from his left hand to his right, his eyes sparkled, and he spoke at an unusually fast speed, "Wait for us to get off the phone!" The first time we meet, let's fight with our fire dinosaurs, okay?"

"...Okay." Xiaomao still didn't understand why there would be a disharmonious scene of coconut egg tree rampage in a good carnival, and secretly sighed. Sure enough, the place where the protagonist is is always full of disasters.

He listened to Xiaozhi's enthusiastic recounting of the incident, and suddenly remembered something, and interjected when he took a breath at the right time: "Xiaozhi, do you still remember what I mentioned to you before, your little Does the fire dragon have a little flaw?"

"What?" Xiaozhi was stunned for a moment, his feverish mind calmed down slightly, and he said immediately after thinking about it, "Of course I remember, you said that my intimacy with Charmander is not high enough, and my trainer level is not high enough... ..."

After Xiaozhi finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized it, and said in a different tone: "No wonder my fire dinosaurs are always weird after evolution..." He thought that all fire dinosaurs would become Xiaomao The same Tsundere, it turned out that it was only because people stopped listening to him.

Xiaomao rolled his eyes towards the sky, and reminded: "Since you have discovered something is wrong, hurry up and find a way to make up for it. Such an elf will refuse to use all his strength in the battle, and even directly refuse to obey the trainer's command."

Xiaozhi nodded quickly.

"Well, okay, so be it. No matter how I say it, I still want to congratulate you. Charmander itself is an elf who evolves relatively slowly, and it is not easy to be able to evolve smoothly." After Xiaomao finished speaking, he saw The door of the elf center opened, and Miss Joy, whose face was covered in black handwriting, stretched out.

Thinking of the not-so-good things in his camera, Xiaomao hugged the backpack in his arms rather guiltyly.Seeing Joey walking straight towards him, he thought that the matter had been revealed, so he hurriedly said, "I still have some things to deal with, so I'll hang up first."

Joey got closer and closer to him. No matter how ostrich Xiaomao was, he could only confirm that the other party's target was him, and said with a dry smile, "Hello, Miss Joey."

"I'm so sorry, I treated you so badly yesterday." Joey was ashamed, his voice was soft and soft, and he was completely different from yesterday, "I really went too far, even telling the trainer who came to check In that case, I hope you can forgive me."

The development of the plot was different from what he had imagined. Everyone apologized, so he always had to express something.Xiaomao was stunned for a while before he realized it, and responded: "It's okay, I can understand, Miss Joy's work is very hard, and I have always admired you who work on the front line."

Such a strong contrast between the front and back of the other party gave him the idea that all of this was actually an illusion, and that he was still asleep.

Joey tilted his head shyly and smiled: "That's great, if you don't mind, I want to re-examine your Balram, maybe I can find out what's wrong."

Xiaomao nodded, thanked Joey and walked in together. When the glass door of the elf center was closed, he glanced at the scene outside.

At this time, many people had already woken up, but the atmosphere on the street was extremely harmonious. Everyone apologized to those who had conflicts with them, and everyone's faces were filled with joyful and cheerful smiles.

Xiao Mao stroked his chin thoughtfully, at this moment, he really understood the usefulness of Fat Ding.The reason why he didn't want to subdue Fat Ding before was because he felt that Fat Ding's singing skills were very weak. The real trainer battle is not a turn-based game after all, and the opponent will not wait for you to finish singing a song before rushing up.

In competitive games, this ability will hardly have a chance to be fully used, unless the opponent's attack speed is surprisingly slow.It's useless if you can't hit the opponent with a powerful fist, and Xiaomao once felt sorry for the fact that Fat Ding Kong's powerful ability to put the whole city to sleep could not be used properly, but at this time he looked at the residents of the city that never sleeps, Only then did I truly understand that there are no useless skills in the world.

Joey took out all kinds of weird machines to examine Balram, but his brows became more and more tight, and he said after a long time: "I think your elf is very suitable for "Pokemon Stranger Things." ", when I was training at Joey School, this book was very popular, and every Joey had read it."

Judging from Joey's age, this book was also a very popular publication a few years ago, but Xiaomao had never heard of this book. When he was learning systematic knowledge in Zhenxin Town, he only devoted his energy to formal academic papers In fact, I am not interested in this kind of slightly biased books.

"How should I put it, although there is no similar case in the book for this kind of food-craving symptom," Joey stretched out his index finger and touched his red lips lightly, feeling a little headache, how could he speak more clearly, "but that book All the elves recorded in the book are the same as your Balram, with obvious abnormalities, and all of them were healthy when checked."

Xiaomao roughly understood what she meant: "Excuse me, do you have this book here? I want to borrow it and read it." It happens that he will stay here for a few days to wait for Xiaozhi, so he can take time between training his elves Finish reading this book and see if you can figure out what is wrong with Balram.

"I'll look for it for you." Joey nodded to him, then turned and left the counter.

Xiaomao waited quietly for five or six minutes before seeing the other party coming out of the warehouse with a rather worn black book in his arms: "I'm really sorry, my book has been borrowed by too many Joeys. Looking at it in the past, it has been somewhat damaged.”

"Of course it doesn't matter. Thank you very much for your help." Xiaomao sincerely thanked him, took a look at the book, and nodded with satisfaction in his heart.