Pokemon: Team Rocket

"hu~hu~"

It was late at night, and in the police station, the voice of the old man was heard, the voice boomed like thunder, sometimes it sounded like a trumpet, and sometimes it sounded like a small flute.

On the other side of the cell, Ye Tong was sitting in front of the door, staring at the fire-breathing dragon sleeping on the haystack, with no sleepiness in his eyes.

Good guy, is he eating Xuanmai in his fucking mouth? It's already two o'clock in the morning and he still can't stop.

Glancing at the clock next to him, Ye Tong pulled his hair. When he was arrested, Lao Jie fought hard and insisted on staying with him, which made him a little moved...

"How could I subdue such a thing."

Seeing the old man screaming and shouting, Ye Tong sighed, raised his head, and saw the moonlight outside through the iron window, for a moment, he was a little dazed.

Speaking of it, this old spray is really his best partner. From the time he subdued it to the present, he has experienced almost everything big and small together.

There was Dashagu who was frightened by the old ghost, there was a fight in Chengdu, there was a panic in the middle of the night in a hot spring hotel, and there are those who are now in jail together.

The old spray is a bit brainless, but from the past until now, it has been guarding itself, of course, in its own way.

And the meaning of the old spray to himself is different from that of ordinary elves.It is more like a brother, a dear friend...

"If one day the old spray dies, maybe I won't continue the path of being a trainer."

Looking at the old man who was still chattering over there, Ye Tong seemed to feel sleepy, and then Yueguang lay down.

On the other side, Lao Jie seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly woke up.

"call?"

Subconsciously, he wiped his saliva, and Lao Jie lifted up half of his body, saw Ye Tong with a bit of confusion in his eyes, and smacked his lips.

This kid won't die, will he?

Perhaps thinking of something bad, Lao Jie straightened his body, put his head in front of the cage, and made a "huhu" sound.

Brat, are you alive?
"...Did you curse me in the middle of the night? I live very well!"

"It's hard to fall asleep, so you can put it here again."

"...Hurry up and climb for me!"

Hearing Ye Tong's cursing sound, Lao Jie didn't answer back, curled his lips indifferently, lay back, and then closed his eyes.

Soon, there was another thunderous cry in the cell.

……

The night passed quickly, and the sun rose as usual.

"Comrade policeman, I don't think you need to be so serious."

In the prison, Ye Tong looked at the three or four guards in front of him wearing a series of armor and holding riot shields staring at him, and helplessly spread his hands.

"If I really want to run, it's impossible for you to stop me."

"Impossible." A guard said, "This is the highest level prison in Jiayuan City, the material is indestructible, and we have dozens of powerful trainer guards outside."

"With such a configuration, even the top heavenly king cannot escape."

"But I'm not the top king..."

Ye Tong opened his mouth, and waved his hand again halfway through the sentence, "Okay, okay, I mean I can't run at all, you don't need to stare at me like a surveillance camera."

"This is an order from above, and we are only responsible for carrying it out." The guard replied with a very serious expression.

"Okay, okay, then if you want to stare at you, just stare at you, I'm not tired anyway."

Helplessly waving his hands, Ye Tong sat back on his bed, sat for a while, a little bored, and took out the sword manual.

"Senior Shadow Falling into the Water should still be waiting for me."

Looking at the sword manual, Ye Tong subconsciously said, after all, he didn't break the law, so he asked Senior Juggernaut to wait for him in the city.

Who knows, this went straight to jail.

"Good guy, I've only been imprisoned twice in my life, once because of a fight, and this time I was directly suspected of being a murderer."

Sighing helplessly, Ye Tong opened the sword manual, and was about to skip the pages he had read before, when suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

Why is the material of this sword manual so new?
Touching the leather shell, it was very smooth, Ye Tong was taken aback, and opened the first page.

This time, it's no longer that there is no woman in his heart, but the actions of some characters, beside which are marked with various ways of exerting force and various details in small characters.

"This is... the real sword manual!" Surprise appeared in Ye Tong's eyes, and for a moment, the hand holding the sword manual trembled a little.

The strongest swordsman in the world is also the sword manual of the strongest human being!

"Could it be that senior has decided to accept me as an apprentice?"

Ye Tong was pleasantly surprised, he had kept this sword manual with him all the time, so such a big change must be due to Ying Luoshui secretly changing the sword manual.

He was going to teach himself real swordsmanship.

"Let me, Kangkang, have some great sword skills."

Hastily flipping through the sword manual, only to find that except for the first page, the rest is blank.

On the back of the first page, five vigorous and powerful characters are particularly eye-catching.

"Don't rush for success."

The good guy predicted me directly.

Ye Tong smiled, and hurriedly returned to the first page, on the upper right corner, there were two big characters written.

draw sword.

"Is this... drawing a sword also a sword technique?"

Looking at the various detailed records and annotations on the first page, Ye Tong was a little stunned. Isn't the swordsmanship of the good guy sword master the kind that directly cuts the sky and the ground with a sword that is dozens of meters away?

This "strength from the waist, from the bottom up, with a bang, and draw the sword smoothly" can also be a swordsmanship? ? ? ? ?
"Could it be that I didn't understand well..."

Scratching his head, Ye Tong finally hesitantly picked up a piece of grass on the ground, leaning on his waist to imitate the appearance of drawing a sword.

Remembering the things on the sword manual, Ye Tong's eyes gradually narrowed. At a certain moment, with a loud shout, the grass was pulled out from his waist.

Ye Tong was also a little surprised when the wind moved the surrounding grass.

"It seems to be something. Pulling out the sword is like gathering energy. Pulling out the sword is as smooth as if constipation came out all at once, and the energy and spirit have been raised to a higher level."

"Good guy, I get it."

"Come again and again."

"Hey... hey!"

"Hey!"

"That's the feeling, that's the feeling, come again."

"Brother is too right, brother is too right."

"..."

In front of the prison, many well-dressed guards looked at Ye Tong who was already immersed in drawing his sword, and all showed contemplative expressions.

In their eyes, in the prison, a young man with dark circles under his eyes was chanting too right brother too right while pulling out the grass from his waist and putting it back, his expression seemed to be very happy.

This scene was so weird and astonishing that one of the guards even frowned and gestured quietly to his companions.

This, just shut it down, it shouldn't be crazy...

……

"Brother is too right, brother is too right."

At a certain moment, after hearing Ye Tong laughing again and pulling out the grass around his waist, finally, a guard couldn't bear such a huge torture and made a sound.

"King Xiaoye, I think you can stop being like this all the time?"

"Ah?" Ye Tong, immersed in drawing his sword, stopped, glanced at the guards in front of him who seemed to be wearing pain masks, and showed a puzzled expression, "What... what's wrong with me?"

"I swear, as long as we find out the results, we will definitely let you out." Another guard came up and made a comforting voice to Ye Tong, "I know you are in pain now, but there is really no way."

"I'm not in pain now."

Ye Tong spread his hands, as if he didn't understand the expressions of the people in front of him, he stopped his movements.

"You people, it's weird. I'm obviously very happy at the moment, why do you say I'm in pain..."

After thinking for a few seconds, Ye Tong picked up the grass again under the expectant eyes of everyone.

"You're right, brother, you're right..."

In this cold winter, a group of well-trained guards finally couldn't bear the torture and wailed in pain.

And just when the moaning was about to subside, suddenly, the sound of fierce fighting rang out outside.

Everyone was startled, and they all showed vigilant gestures. Ye Tong was also taken aback, and stopped moving.

He listened carefully, and suddenly, a cry similar to a slogan sounded in the fierce battle.

"Rescue the great leader Xiaoye Wang!!!"

"Ok?"

But at the same time as hearing this voice, many guards looked at Ye Tong, and the expression on Ye Tong's face gradually became strange.

Rescue, Great Leader?
I?