Pokémon Dreamer

Of course, this may just reveal a little bit of its true side.

But this should be a good thing.he thought.

……

"Is this really okay?"

Liang Yin stared nervously at Zeraora, who was stepping on light catwalks, holding Thunder in his claws, and was pressing every step of the way, and said in a trembling voice.

"Your reaction ability is very slow, just like a 'pet' locked in a small closed room every day, the dynamic vision is too weak," Zeraora twisted his neck, and issued "Kara Kala "The joint friction sound, while explaining in a flat tone, "This makes you unable to keep up with the rhythm of the Pokémon during the battle, so you cannot make effective commands."

ha?What I said... is so accurate!

Liang Yin suddenly recalled his years of studying in the past—well, that was the time when the physical education teacher was sick every day.

I have been studying hard in the classroom, and I really seldom have the opportunity to exercise my reaction ability...

Is this really the reason?

He was puzzled, but soon smiled with relief—it couldn't be because the physical fitness of humans in the Pokémon world is generally better than that of blue stars, right?

However, what Liang Yin doesn't know is that even the original trainers in the Pokémon world can keep up with Zeraora's speed in terms of reaction ability, which is very rare. people.

Jieraora didn't care about Liang Yin's little Jiujiu, and continued:

"And the first step to a barely qualified dynamic vision is to face the high-speed moving objects directly!"

"So next, please stay still, don't move, and keep your eyes on my fist."

As if he had already guessed Zeraora's next move, Liang Yin's face turned pale, but after forcing himself to take a set of deep breaths, he said bluntly, "Come on!"

As soon as the words fell, a fierce fist surged, and the yellow claws carried dazzling lightning, as if cutting through the space, and hit his face.

"!!!"

Come as soon as you say it, why don't you be so obedient!

In a panic, the only thing Liang Yin could do was to follow his instinct, closed his eyes in fear, and shrank his neck back suddenly.

It wasn't until the electric light that could even penetrate the eyelids completely dissipated that he opened his eyes and saw the claws that were firmly parked in front of the bridge of his nose.

"Gollum."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and realized that after only a while, his legs were as stiff as lead, and he couldn't move.

Zeraora said coldly: "Human, it will die so soon? Do you want to rest for a while?"

However, beyond the former's expectation, Liang Yin suddenly laughed.

Even though his face was pale, he stubbornly squeezed out a complete sentence from between his teeth: "Don't stop, keep going."

Chapter 13 A Live Cat Can't Suck

Zeraora punches for the first time!Liang Yin closed his eyes in fear, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Look at me, human!" Dianmao ordered forcefully, "Show me your determination!"

Zeraora punches a second time!Liang Yin's mind was blank, but he tried his best to open his eyelids.

Zeraora punches for the third time!In Liang Yin's ears, there were only buzzing tinnitus and whistling wind.

the fourth time!the fifth time!the sixth time……

At first, he will count consciously.

It's just that I don't know how many times it started, Mr. Shu was completely killed.

Zeraora's claws are really very stable, every punch it will stop right in front of Liang Yin's nose, and will not really rub against him.

As for Liang Yin, although he did not suffer any real injuries, the strong wind pressure blew open the wound on his right cheek that had just formed a scar, and sporadic electric sparks sprinkled on his eyelids again—— —After the fear passed, the rapid surge of adrenal hormone and the violent ups and downs of the chest followed.

"Let's go here for the time being," Dianmao saw that this human being seemed to be reaching the limit, and waved his claws to disperse the dense lightning. "Let's eat something first."

With the performance just now, even Zeraola couldn't help giving Liang Yin another high look.

And our lord Liang Yin, after hearing Zeraora's words to stop, finally sat down on the ground, panting heavily.A kind of pleasure of surviving after a catastrophe made him sweat profusely, and a blush quickly appeared on his face. Don't get me wrong, this is caused by the expansion of capillaries.

After his heart rate and breathing calmed down a bit, he turned his attention to the big cat who was preparing food.

I remember that before leaving the camp, Huanhuan had packed their luggage very thoughtfully for them.

There are not many things, two small iron bowls, ten cans of canned vegetables.

Every time he saw these slightly "thin" things, Liang Yin couldn't help "reminiscing" about the survival suit he bought and hadn't used yet.

Zeraora grabbed a can casually, first hooked the tab with her claws skillfully, and easily lifted half of the film, leaving enough air holes for the next move.

Then, it squeezed the metal shell of the can and "cracked" the electric discharge. It took only a few breaths to heat the solidified food inside into white steaming soup, and finally poured it evenly into two iron bowls. inside.

"Here, human, your share."

The food is very simple, but the sense of ceremony is still very strong.

It pushed one of the bowls to Liang Yin, then picked up the other bowl, and "gulu gulu" went down.

It's strange to say that the tongues of felines should be quite afraid of being hot, but Zeraora didn't have the slightest resistance to the freshly heated can.

Liang Yin attributed it to the particularity of Pokémon compared to ordinary animals. After all, in Blue Star, normal cats can neither discharge nor cook for humans—even if they are simply heated a can.

On Blue Star, there is a chat-up technique called "My cat can do backflips, would you like to come to our house to see"; then this cat can "plasma lightning punch", "close combat" and "electric light one" when fighting. If it is dirty, it will use a "plasma bath" to clean its hair, and when it is hungry, it can use "discharge" to heat canned black-skinned big cats. Isn't it a thousand times more powerful?

It's a pity that the tiger's butt can't be touched, and the electrified cat can't suck itself.

As soon as his body was exhausted, Liang Yin's mind, which likes to run trains, began to think wildly again.

He took a small sip from the bowl, glanced at Zeraora from time to time after drinking it, and then stretched out his barbed tongue to lick the bottom of the bowl, until the other party also looked back vigilantly, then lowered his eyebrows in a hurry , swallowed guiltily.

Zeraora: ... Tsk, you're still pretending.I've seen this greedy expression a lot. It must be because I don't think my portion is enough to eat, and I'm thinking about the bowl I have in hand!

Sorry, the food is limited, two meals a day, one can for one meal, after five days, when the ammunition and food are gone, I will look for something else.Dianmao thought so.

Then, lightning flashed out of its claws, and it "rolled" across the surface of the iron bowl with a "stinging, stinging" sound, which can be regarded as a quick cleaning and sterilization.

……

Zeraora may have been gifted at "specially training" humans.Even though it was the first time it had done such an errand, it still managed to do it in style.

But it may also be due to another reason: out of grief for the devastated world, the big black cat had given more cruel "special training" to those sinners countless times in his dreams.Then it was surprised to find that it can be put into use directly by weakening those methods, making them more targeted, and then packaging them a little...

In the first session of "Facing the Punch", after Liang Yin almost got used to it, Zeraola immediately increased the difficulty and entered the next stage.

"What, it's the second stage so soon?" Liang Yin was taken aback, then asked immediately, "But what's the content of the second stage?"

"Take off your clothes first." Zeraora said with a straight face that could easily be misunderstood.

Liang Yin took off his coat without hesitation, then grabbed his own underwear, coughed dryly twice, and looked at Dianmao: "Take off all of it?"

The latter was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "No, just a coat is enough."

After all, Zeraora took over Liang Yin's yellow coat with black stripes—in fact, it was very curious from the very beginning why the pattern of this human's clothes was somewhat similar to its own fur color, but because of its face, it I didn't bother to ask.

Dianmao took off half of the sleeve of the coat without hesitation, first tied a knot at the cuff, picked up a handful of sand and put it in, and then tied the remaining gap to make a small sandbag.

It weighed it and threw it into the air, then firmly caught it with its claws, then nodded in satisfaction, and handed back half of the sleeve that was missing to Liang Yin.

The corners of his mouth twitched, Liang Yin put on his coat again, and asked, "Jeraora, what are you... doing?"

It's not that I feel sorry for my clothes, because after the last commission, the clothes that have gone through three months of survival in the wilderness are not in good condition.

And this time the commission has been reduced to such an apocalyptic self, and he is already ready to face his ragged appearance when he returns.

As for a spare change of clothes?

It's not that they were unprepared, it's just that they were packed in that lost backpack!

"Dodgeball game, have you heard of it?" Zeraora replied, "In the second part, I need you to avoid the sandbags I throw at you, so as to exercise your resilience."

"Whenever you can persist for 5 minutes, you are considered qualified."

Of course, Liang Yin has heard of dodgeball, which is to avoid the ball thrown towards him by the opponent.But what he doubted was, with Zeraora's strength, was it a ball...or a bomb?

As if seeing his concern, Zeraora added:

"Don't worry, I will control my strength and speed well, and try my best to aim at places that are not critical."

Liang Yin let out an "ah", broke out in a cold sweat, and then sighed: "If you didn't say the last sentence, I wouldn't be so scared."

"However, I see that you only made a sandbag, is that enough?"

The implication is that he should simply tear off the remaining half of the sleeve of his coat and make it into a sandbag - in this way, his coat can be transformed into a vest, which is at least symmetrical.

"No, it's also a kind of special training for me to be able to maintain a continuous offensive with only one sandbag," Zeraora refused, with bright eyes, "that old seafood is right, in the past Regarding the Ultra Beast, I have always adopted a strategy of avoiding and not fighting as much as possible, retreating when I can. If things go on like this, I have indeed lost something..."

Chapter 14 The Legendary Pokémon

The moment the sandbag was thrown, it represented the official start of the second part of the special training.

Liang Yin narrowed his eyes, the bag of sandbags flying in the air seemed to slow down, and the trajectory he drew showed faint signs of being seen through by him.If it was placed a day ago, let alone the trajectory, I probably wouldn't even be able to see a shadow clearly.

Iron-like facts have proved that although the first session of special training is still short, it has already achieved initial results.

But having said that, is dynamic vision really so "crash"?

This kind of progress that can be seen with the naked eye in less than a morning is too "quick"...

After all, things like "dynamic vision" have been well practiced. In some film and television works, it can be advanced into "bullet time" to dodge bullets gracefully. Can ordinary people have it?

Could it be that he is actually a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy? !It's just that it was born at an untimely time, so it has not been discovered.

With doubts and... rich imagination, he didn't notice the silver-gray light flashing suddenly from the ordinary Z on his left wrist.

"call out--"

You can see clearly, the sandbag is coming towards your right leg!Liang Yin rolled to the left, avoiding it dangerously.

But before he was delighted, before the sandbag hit the ground, Zeraora turned into a running thunderbolt, rushed to the place where it landed in advance with lightning speed, stretched out its claws to pick it up, and then Almost seamlessly, he threw it towards Liang Yin.

This time it's towards the ass!

Faced with the "menacing" sandbags, Liang Yin, who wanted to stand up after rolling, immediately changed his strategy and chose to get down.

This posture is used to avoid the second sandbag is indeed successful, but it is a bit unrealistic to want to do other moves to dodge the third sandbag after lying down.

and so--