Pokemon face paralyzed god

The voting results on the second day were very successful. In view of the goodwill shown by the newly appointed general chairman Damaranci to Xiaomao, the proposal to re-allocate funds for the reconstruction of the Red Lotus Institute was finally approved by a four-fifth ratio. Yes vote passed.

Xiaomao preliminarily speculated that at least one-fifth of the votes in favor were won because of the replacement of his immediate boss. If Kudo was still serving as the general chairman, the result of this vote would not be certain.

With the strong support of Damalanci, the alliance distributed a large amount of funds, building materials, and high-precision research equipment to the foundation established by Xia Bo.

The Quartz Conference ended, and the reconstruction of the Red Lotus Research Institute came to an end. Xiaomao breathed a sigh of relief. After Xia Bo was discharged from the hospital, he left the Quartz Plateau and returned to Zhenxin Town.

Having not returned to his hometown for more than two years, Xiaomao looked at the familiar Damu Research Institute in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart, and almost burst into tears.Before he left, he was still an otaku who got rid of vulgar tastes and developed morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor in an all-round way. Apart from his bad and dark hobbies of complaining, he was generally a good person.

But today, two years later, when he thinks back on his life, he wishes he could dig a hole and bury himself in it. He feels that he has been depraved step by step due to repeated unlucky deeds, and even killed himself. A high-ranking official of the league with a bright future has no sense of guilt when he takes off his pants to be admired by thousands of people.

As the most proud person in Zhenxin Town's history, Dr. Damu took the lead and organized the people in the town to hold a large-scale celebration banquet for Xiaozhi.

Xiao Mao didn't participate. Too many things happened during this period. He wanted to stay alone for a while, to clear his mind, and let his elves relax.

He sent all the elves to the celebration banquet, locked himself in the room, rolled around on the spacious bed, and stretched comfortably. The bed was indeed much more comfortable than a sleeping bag in the wild.

Xiao Mao buried his head in the soft pillow, wishing he could grow up with the bed. He leaned against the wall for a while, then turned half his body, and the ceiling that should have been in sight turned into a cat's face.

Xiaomao opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes, was stupefied again, and immediately sat up from the bed: "Chao, Chaomeng? Why are you here?"

Since Kudo's accident, there have been no other strange things in Shishi Plateau, and Xiaomao has not heard the news of Chaomeng's reappearance from the elves, so he can only keep his doubts in his heart, thinking that he is filming again. Slapping his butt, flicking his tail, he went back to his birthplace, Niijima.

Not to mention that he didn't have a single elf on hand, even if he was fully armed and fully equipped, it would not be enough for Chaomeng. Xiaomao didn't show too much panic. After a brief surprise, he calmed down: "You Are you ready for the counterattack?"

Chaomeng's always expressionless face showed extremely complex emotions. The eyes staring at him implied excitement, joy, sadness, nostalgia, and so on. His emotions were as intense as the reunion of a father and son who had been separated for many years: Attacking humans."

"Why?" Xiaomao frowned, sat up straight and patted the mattress next to him, signaling that it could sit down and say - in fact, there is one thing he has never told Chaomeng, that the other party's height of two meters has always brought him He's under a lot of pressure.

Could it be that...Xiao Mao paused for a moment while putting on his coat. After Chao dreamed of Kudo walking a bird, he gave up his meaningless rebellious behavior with sincere contempt and ridicule towards human beings?

At this moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings. Xiaomao always thought that it was his love and care for elves that changed Chaomeng. Unexpectedly, it was Kudo's big bird who saved all mankind in the end...

Halfway through his defamation, he felt that his head was hit hard. Chaomeng used the "Whip of Love" skill that he hadn't used for a long time, and he didn't understand the offensive philosophy of "one hit, you can retreat thousands of miles". After the beating, the tip of the tail was still floating above his head, obviously threatening.

Bad boy, I thought you had gotten rid of the bad habit of secretly watching other people's mental activities.Xiaomao rubbed his head and sighed deeply: "Anyway, I really need to thank you for Kudo's matter. If it weren't for your help, it's really hard to say how it would end."

Chaomeng looked at him coldly for three seconds, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "Don't be sentimental, I attacked that dirty human being just because he is not worthy of being the chairman of the alliance - I was thinking, if I changed A leader who is somehow not so stupid, maybe humanity will become a little less annoying."

Hey, the legendary knife-mouthed bean curd heart, Xiao Maoquan just shyly bowed his head and said nothing, but still smiled and said: "Chaomeng, you are so kind to me."

The consequence of this sentence was that he was hit on the head again, and Chaomeng's cat face was tight: "I have successfully created a copy of the elf."

It just got excited, and its tail got a little bit stronger. Chaomeng Xiaomao took a light breath, and felt that his hand, no, the tail was too heavy, so he rubbed him with the tip of his tail guiltily. Rub the red marks on your head.

Xiaomao's attention was immediately attracted to other places, and his eyes were fixed on the dark black elf ball held by the three meat balls in his palm: "Is it right here?"

The Chaomeng Ball designed by Chaomeng can be used to plunder the Pokemon that the trainer already has. What’s more special is that it absorbs the Pokemon that is put into the Pokeball, so it is designed to be slightly larger than ordinary Pokeballs. .

Chaomeng's paw itself is very small, and three round meat balls occupy most of the space in the palm. At this time, it is holding Chaomeng ball which itself is bigger than its palm. Even Xiaomao feels the awkward posture for it. Son.

He took it from Chaomeng, looked it over and over again, and asked tentatively: "Can I open it?"

Chaomeng nodded with a deep expression on his face: "I can now be sure that the clone has greatly improved compared to the original in terms of speed, strength, and physical strength."

While it was talking, Xiaomao had already opened the Super Dream Ball and released the elf inside—it was a fire-breathing dragon with complicated black patterns on its body, it roared up to the sky as soon as it came out, and roasted him with hot flames home ceiling.

Chaomeng took a quick peek at Xiaomao, saw that his face was indeed quite shocked, and immediately raised his chin and said, "How about it, is this one much stronger than your fire-breathing dragon?" He paused proudly before continuing Said, "If you like, this can only be given to you."

Xiaomao raised his eyelids and glanced at it, then looked at the elf ball in his hand, and hesitated for a while in embarrassment—although the other party's tail cocked and begged for praise was so obvious that he was almost on the verge of marking his face with "Praise me!" I'm a genius", but the reality is always cruel. As an otaku who has just decided to reshape his beautiful image, he will never be bought by such a small favor.

"That's not necessary, you should keep it for yourself, I have my own fire-breathing dragon." After Xiaomao finished speaking in a low voice, he saw that Chaomeng's whole face was shaking.

Chaomeng seemed to want to jump over and shake his collar back and forth, and then growled loudly against his ear, "How can you be so ruthless, cruel and unreasonable"-but considering that he is an elf with status after all , Chaomeng took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to rush over, restrained himself and asked in a low voice: "Why?"

It used superpowers to drag the replica version of the fire-breathing dragon that was still showing its fire-breathing ability, and pushed it directly to Xiaomao's eyes. It pulled his thigh to show him, and then pulled his tail to show him. A two-meter-tall fire-breathing dragon smashed into his eye socket.

Although Chaomeng didn't boast about her own status due to her own status, Xiaomao still heard the yelling of the vegetable market aunt in Xiaomao's ears: "Look at these strong thighs, look at this long tail, what are you doing?" Look at this beautiful red flame with a hint of yellow, it can fight, resist and defend itself, it can fly and jump and warm the bed, don’t you want it for nothing?!”

Xiaomao felt extremely guilty, he really didn't mean to hit others like this, anyway, he is a self-proclaimed gentleman, he quickly explained: "It's not that your fire-breathing dragon is bad, but that my fire-breathing dragon and mine The little elf has feelings, and I raised it step by step from the little charmander...and don't you think the patterns on your charizard are too ugly?"

The corners of Chaomeng's eyes and mouth twitched together. It scratched the dark black pattern on the fire-breathing dragon's body. It seemed that it wanted to use the meat ball to bleed on the other person: "You nonsense, the replica is more beautiful than the original!"

"...Considering that you can make the super dream ball into... er, such a beautiful appearance, I think we can't reach a consensus on this point, but I can understand your difficulties." To take care of the semi-disabled aesthetic deformities Poor boy, just as Xiaomao finished speaking, he was slapped by the disabled boy's tail.

Chaomeng didn't let this problem go lightly because of his backing down. The child with childhood shadows felt that he had been deeply hurt, and refused to let it go: "Dream is just a little one less than half a meter tall. I can crush it with one finger!"

Xiaomao was cautious and conservative about this, but considering that the other party's mental state should not be more stimulated at this time, so he just bowed his head silently.

"I'm going to find Mengmeng, and I want to prove to you that the replica is definitely more beautiful than the original!" Chaomeng panted heavily, reaching out to him, with a blue light in his eyes.

Xiao Mao felt a layer of water-blue light covering his eyes—a damn familiar scene.He originally wanted to explain to Chaomeng that the subject of the sentence "I'm going to find Mengmeng" is singular rather than plural, but before he could open his mouth, the scene in front of him had changed. The familiar big wooden house disappeared, replaced by a piece of blue the sea.

Brother, teleportation is obviously a classic scene of "Dragon Ball", so it's not appropriate for you to directly "bring it" to plagiarize, right?Xiao Mao burst into tears at this moment.

Volume [-]: The Orange Islands