Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

Almost done?

How can that be? We want more...

"Hmm...wait a moment."

After finally regaining some clarity from the "gentleness" of the belly massage, the "fake" Ibrahimovic froze up, looking sullenly at Liang Yin, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. His buzzing head quickly "reviewed" all the doubts that had been ignored, and finally he suddenly realized -

By North!

It seems that this human has probably realized that he is the fake one a long time ago, and then pretended not to know in order to deceive and take advantage of us!

After realizing this, it suddenly felt a shock of shock both physically and mentally, and it kicked out its right leg, reluctantly kicking away the hand that had strange magical power.

"Tell me quickly, where did you come from, this fake guy?"

The real little fox put its paws on Liang Yin's wrists, climbed onto its trainer's shoulders with a few nimble leaps, and then put its head on the latter's neck as if to declare its sovereignty.

"Come on, it was you outsiders who broke into our house uninvited - and knocked down all our guards," the fake stood up, shook off the moisture-covered hair on his body, and his body surface glowed with a dazzling white light, "I should be the one asking this question!"

As the voice fell, the light around it also dissipated. However, what appeared in front of Liang Yin was a well-proportioned and graceful Zeraora. It seemed that this fellow Menghuan had not had enough fun yet?

The real Zeraora stood beside Liang Yin, watching with cold eyes as he turned into his own appearance. Then he spread his arms and three white claws popped out from the back of his left and right claws.

The splitting move is ready.

"Are you going to fight me?" Menghuan tilted his head casually, showing a wicked smile on Zeraora's usually serious face, "Okay, okay."

“……” I felt inexplicably unhappy.

The electric cat frowned and clenched his fists gloomily. The lightning-shaped whiskers on his cheeks were "sizzling" with electricity, emitting a bright blue light.

The power generation depends on the occasion.

Almost at the same moment, all the people and Pokémon soaked in the water felt the spasm of electric shock, including Satoshi and his friends who were playing in the water a little further away. They also noticed the situation here and immediately went ashore and rushed towards Liang Yin.

To be honest, the slight tingling feeling now is far inferior to the one when the little electric cat permed his hair. At this time, the reason why Liang Yin still had the leisure to judge the strength of Zeraora's electricity was certainly not because of his unfounded "atmosphere destruction" characteristic, but because Mewtwo, dressed in a black robe, had quietly appeared behind Mew.

"Mew, it's been a while..." As Mewtwo's magnetic telepathic voice sounded, Mew's smirk froze on his face in an instant, "If you want to fight, you can find me."

"Miao? Miao! Miao?!"

……

"So Mewtwo is also a Pokémon, no wonder it's so powerful," Xiaozhi was relieved. He wiped his hair with a towel and said to himself, "I was originally curious about how humans would have to train to reach its level!"

"The human body is actually much more amazing than you think," Liang Yin quickly put on his clothes and spoke out of habit, "If you run ten kilometers, do a hundred sit-ups, a hundred push-ups and a hundred squats every day for three years, when your hair is completely bald, you might be able to match or even surpass it!"

"Really? Does exercising like this really work?"

Seeing that the other party spoke so clearly and fluently, and the training method in the second half did not seem to be made up on the spot, Xiaozhi was immediately attracted and could not help but ask curiously.

This is such outrageous nonsense, it doesn't sound real at all!

And does this have anything to do with going bald?

Pikachu shook his body and dried his fur, then reluctantly stretched out his claws to tug at the trouser leg of his silly creature, warning him not to believe Liang Yin's lies.

"How can humans train to..." However, it was stunned when it was halfway through the sentence. Because Pikachu's mind suddenly flashed back to a memory fragment that it had no impression of.

In that scene, Xiaozhi threw a punch with anger on his face, and actually broke a layer of blue protective shield with overwhelming force, and hit a silver-white Pokémon's belly. The latter staggered back several steps with a ferocious look on his face before he could barely stabilize his body.

"Hiss--" Pikachu looked in surprise at Mewtwo, who had taken off his black robe not far away. In the memory fragment, the mysterious Pokémon that was knocked back by Ash's punch seemed to be Mewtwo?

As for the classic rivals Mewtwo and Mew, it's a different story.

"Little Chaomeng, how come you have time to come visit us?"

Mew has lifted the transformation technique and is now facing Mewtwo in its original form. It has very complicated feelings towards this artificial Pokémon created with its own genes.

Mewtwo may be the only remaining half of Mew's "kind" in this world - on an ethical level, they even have a parent-child relationship, with the former being the genetic continuation of the latter, commonly known as "offspring."

Mewtwo's expression remained unchanged. Even though it was telepathy, his tone was full of indifference: "Mewtwo, I want to ask you for some information - about my 'father'."

Father...aren't you talking about us?

Is Chaomeng trying to understand me in a roundabout way?

The dreamy blue eyes blinked several times quickly. In just one second, even a person as innocent as him made up his mind to abandon certain things and take on the responsibility of a father.

"Don't think too much," Chaomeng raised his eyebrows. The pink little cat's thoughts were already written on his face. There was no need to guess at all. "The 'father' I acknowledge is not you, but the other half of my genes."

"He existed five thousand years ago or even longer." For some reason, it paused and glanced at Liang Yin who was helping Zeraora dry his hair. "His blood is even called the original blood by humans."

Ah... Aren’t I the “father”?

So we are "mothers"?

Mew was twisting its little fingers in a tangled way, and its long tail was almost tangled in the air - this was something it had never expected. Although it was a mythical Pokémon and had an asexual physiological structure, it had considered itself a male for thousands of years.

“……”Do you think this is a game of playing house?

Taking a deep breath, Mewtwo, who could passively "read faces", interrupted Mew's thoughts: "The tree that started the world was also planted by my 'father'. So, do you have any relevant information?"