Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

"That guy Menghuan has woken up."

Liang Yin nodded to indicate that he understood.

After RR Mewtwo was "expelled" from the World's Beginning Tree, the latter's "rejection reaction" of "hurting the enemy 800 times and hurting itself 1,000 times" also stopped. Just like recovering from a serious illness, although its critical period has finally passed, it still needs some time to recover.

As expected, the dream that coexists with the World's Original Tree is in the same state at this moment.

"Mr. Liang Yin, may I ask...what happened?" The rich life experience and the ability to read people's expressions cultivated over the years have enabled the old woman to keenly perceive the subtle atmosphere floating in the air around her.

"Nothing." Liang Yin seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, but finally shook his head, "Let's go see Fantasy first."

He still had some questions to ask about this special Poké Ball of the Dream Center, which served as the control center of the World's Original Tree - although judging from the pink kitten's previous performance, it didn't seem like it could give any serious answers.

Ibrahimovic in his arms just felt that things were getting increasingly wrong.

When the guy Menghuan was mentioned, the little fox recalled the scene where he transformed into his appearance and was raped by Liang Yin - that kind of alternative NTR feeling lingered in his mind, stimulating his "fragile" nerves.

Now it's getting worse.

Masaka! Is all this as expected in Dreamland?

"Versatile abilities" plus "borrowing a child to gain power"? !

……

"Miao?"

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and Huanhua woke up slowly. He shook his head for a long time before his blurry vision could be focused.

Hmm...lying on a goose yellow cushion with ribbons.

The surface underneath was soft and fluffy, and my small body was almost sunk into it.

Its little nose moved slightly, and it smelled a light and elegant fragrance on the fabric that had a soothing effect.

To be honest, this environment is quite comfortable.

But I can’t just be comfortable by myself. How are Chaomeng and the others?

"Miao..."

After finally turning over and sitting up, the pink kitten wrinkled his face, held his breath, and tried to use his superpowers to make himself fly.

However, it can no longer do simple things like eating and drinking on a daily basis - its limp body makes it unable to exert any strength at all.

"Menghuan, are you awake?" Irene appeared at the right time and soothed her softly, "Don't worry, this is Orudran City, it's safe."

The city of Orudran?

The dreamy blue eyes blinked twice, and stared at Irene's face thoughtfully for a few seconds. He first said "miaomiao" a few times, and after realizing that the other party couldn't understand him, he switched to telepathy and said, "I remember you, you are little Irene, right?"

Huh? Remember me? Have we met before?

Irene couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Because before this, all her impressions of Mew, the mythical Pokémon, were just a few words in some documents... and the "night patrol adventure" written in the diary of the Wave Hero Aaron.

"You may not remember, but when you were very young, I took you out to play." Although it couldn't fly, spin, or do a backflip, its dreamy and active tail was still busy, tangling the silk on the corner of the pillow for its own amusement. "But the ones we used back then were not the ones we use now."

As it said this, it wanted to use its signature transformation move.

But it didn't work.

The pink kitten had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. She looked around, and finally her eyes lit up. She pointed at the painting of the brave Alang hanging on the wall and said, "I turned into him at that time."

"We had a lot of fun playing outside that day. Little Irene told us a lot of her little secrets and even said she wanted to marry me..."

As she listened, Irene was stunned.

Was my encounter with the brave Alang when I was a child not just a dream?

It's just a dream disguise!

The next second, as if to cover up her guilty conscience, she pretended to be decisive and waved her arms to interrupt the other person: "That's not the case! Absolutely not! Don't talk nonsense!"

He tilted his head, not knowing whether it was because of his weak body that affected his performance or because he really had a change of temperament, but Menghuan wisely changed the subject: "By the way, why are we here?"

"Mewtwo entrusted you to me... to take care of you." Out of politeness, Irene did not repeat Mewtwo's words exactly, but added a little bit of her own understanding and made a little change. "I have just asked someone to inform them that you woke up."

So it was little Chaomeng who entrusted me to the care of little Irene?

Judging from that self-touched expression, the pink kitten had obviously misunderstood something, and said to herself: "Little Chaomeng is really just a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart... He is worthy of being our cub."

What a sharp tongue but a soft heart!

People say you are very tough, so you can play around as you like!

Irene didn't want to shatter the other person's beautiful fantasy.

Wait, there's something wrong with the second half of the sentence. Let me think about it again.

Huh? Huh! Huh?!

From the very beginning, she felt that the two guys looked somewhat similar, so she guessed that they were more or less related.

For example, Mew is actually Mewtwo’s Odoudou or child or something - but the fact seems to be just the opposite, the big one is the small one’s child?

"You mean Mewtwo is your child?" This strange but interesting contrast immediately aroused Irene's enthusiasm for gossip, and there was a little more curiosity in her eyes. "But your body sizes are a bit different..."

Mew patted his chest confidently: "Mewtwo is my child, and I am Mewtwo's father...well, mother."

"..." The last hesitation still made Irene suspicious, and she thought of Mewtwo's previous attitude towards Mew, "Then may I ask, does Mewtwo know that you are its mother?"

"It knows!" The pink kitten paused, and the voice of telepathy suddenly became a lot more guilty, "It just doesn't admit it because of its face - but it definitely admits it in its heart."

"Confess what in your heart?"

Mewtwo's cold voice suddenly exploded from behind, startling both the man and the Pokémon so much that they shivered.

Irene, who had already sensed the unusual atmosphere, swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue, then quietly stepped aside, leaving them with ample "battlefield".

And Menghuan could only tilt his head innocently: "Miao?"

This pink kitten is obviously trying to play dumb.

"alright."

Liang Yin habitually smoothed things over for them.

The Ibrahimovic climbing on his shoulder helplessly covered its face with its paws - it had already anticipated what was going to happen next.

"Okay, Father."

As expected, Mewtwo nodded slightly and responded as if to "show off", completely ignoring the instantly "horrified" looks of Mew and Irene.