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Chaomeng stood expressionlessly by the seaside, staring straight at the magnificent sea: "The wind is blowing, there will be a storm tonight—well, a storm is a lot of rain."

After it finished explaining the nouns it heard when eavesdropping on the kindergarten teacher's lecture, it implied some indescribable state of mind and turned to look aside. Seeing that Xiaomao's face was tighter than it was, it didn't praise it at all, "Master Chaomeng" So smart", he couldn't help but snorted heavily.

Xiao Mao stared straight ahead, and said expressionlessly: "You keep saying that you will start a counterattack soon, but in the end, you are not prepared for anything at all."

Chaomeng told him before that he had rebuilt the research institute on the new island. Thinking that the counterattack would not take long — It tore the Niijima Research Institute into ruins.

——For more than ten seconds, it was difficult for him to suppress the urge to burst into tears. When did Chaomeng get infected with CCGV's bad habits? The number one hero in the world.

Xiaomao was arrested half a year ago to work as a coolie in Niijima. Apart from comforting the good boys in middle school, he followed his elf to rebuild the research institute that was destroyed when Chaomeng was just born. The result was more than a month of hard work. It was completely destroyed by Chaomeng's shadow ball.

——Thinking of this, it was hard for him not to put on a bitter face of bitterness and hatred.

However, Chaomeng's ugly face still made him restrain himself a little. Xiao Mao really didn't want to worry about these things with a psychopath, especially when the other party slapped himself to death as hard as squashing a fly.

Chaomeng folded his arms and glanced at him coldly: "We have to rebuild the institute quickly, and start my counterattack quickly." It paused, and added meaningfully, "You know when the Rockets took me Was it built?"

In fact, its one-year-old birthday is coming soon—half a month away, Chaomeng God is waiting to listen to "Happy Birthday Song", but Xiaomao's attention immediately strayed: "Did the Rockets look for it recently?" Are you in trouble?"

Because Chaomeng, a rebellious middle school child trained by the Rockets, escaped and seemed to be full of malice towards the mother who raised him so hard, the Rockets have recently retreated into defense , the peripheral personnel are restrained honestly.

Xiaomao remembered that during his entire trip to the Orange Islands, he had never seen the Rockets trio. He might have been thrown into some corner by Sakagi for a mission, so he had no time to make trouble for Xiaozhi.

——As he thought about it, he felt sad for Sakagi. His son was rebellious, his subordinates were stupid, his capital turnover was poor, and he was branded as a terrorist by the league. The Rockets had a hard time.

After Xiaomao asked, he didn't know why he saw Chaomeng's face became very ugly, and his eyes were also very unfriendly, as if he had the urge to punch his head into his chest.

What's the meaning?He was still at a loss for a while: "Is it true that the Rockets have often come to trouble you recently?" It should be unlikely, not to mention that Sakagi usually doesn't take the initiative to trouble his son, even if he comes to Niijima to find a place, Chaomeng is also there The Orange Islands are at ease.

Chaomeng didn't seem to be very happy to talk to him, and after a long silence, he said viciously: "No!"

After it finished speaking, it flicked its tail and turned its head away. It no longer accompanied Xiaomao to look at the scenery facing the sea. Chaomeng staggered as if he had received a cruel blow, and couldn't help frowning.

It's been a long time since I've seen him, and the silly boy has become like this, and he doesn't know what stimulated him.He shook his head, and didn't dwell on this issue for too long, but let out all his elves: "Please everyone, please help rebuild the Niijima Research Institute."

Fortunately, he took his elf back after taking the photo, otherwise, with his small arms and legs, and a Chaomeng who does nothing but stare at the sea in a daze, it is impossible for the year of the monkey to take the research rebuilt.

However, the elves hadn't had time to rest after the fierce battle, and some of them were still wounded. Xiaomao felt distressed, so he sat down on the spot and waved the fire-breathing dragon to come closer.He took out the bandage and ointment from his backpack, and lightly sprayed the wound medicine on the bleeding wound on its wing. He leaned over and took a few breaths, and said softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Most of the wounds on the fire-breathing dragon were left when fighting the fast dragon, and the left wing was even more scarred, and the blood flowed non-stop. It must be painful to think about it.

"Hey~" The fire-breathing dragon shook his head at him, raised his little finger, with a disdainful expression on his face, "Hey~~"

Xiaomao laughed all of a sudden. Five years ago, when he just got Charmander, he took it from Zhenxin Town to Viridian Forest. He walked carefully along the side of the road, but occasionally encountered to the enemy.

At that time, Charmander was not yet an adult, and its level was very low. Every time it was repaired miserably, it could only be said that it narrowly defeated the opponent, and the injury was serious. It's a gesture.

The fire-breathing dragon was expressionless, but its eyes were extremely soft, obviously thinking of the past—of course, the experience of being chased by a group of big needle bees and jumping up and down in the woods seemed a bit embarrassing, and it did not forget to emphasize: "Hey, hey, hey !"

"Yes, our fire-breathing dragon will no longer be defeated by such a small character." Xiaomao touched its intact other wing lovingly, "I really want to thank you for this battle, fire-breathing dragon, If it weren't for you and Bangira, I really can't do anything about that fast dragon."

"Jira~" Bangira came over dragging his huge body. It was as big and strong as a hill, and the movement it made when it sat beside Xiaomao was like a thousand Kentaro running wildly.

When it was still Shakira, it was able to carry Xiaomao around. Now that it has evolved, its size has increased a lot. Even if it sits down, it is still very tall. Xiaomao lifted his body up and hugged him. Touching Bangira's neck: "Thank you too, Bangira."

"Jira~" Bangira hugged him gently, looking flattered. Its race itself is a type that evolves very slowly. It has been in the form of Shakira for too long, and it has been a long, long time since it has experienced hugging itself as a trainer. feeling.

Xiaomao treated the wounds of the elves who participated in the battle, and was about to get up and move bricks and tiles with everyone to start the reconstruction work. Suddenly, the fire-breathing dragon turned its head and roared loudly in the direction Chaomeng had just left.

He froze for a moment, then sniffed, feeling that there seemed to be a special smell in the air, Xiao Mao frowned and looked around, and was picked up by Bangira and placed on his shoulders.

At this height, he quickly saw what made the fire-breathing dragon so nervous—Chaomeng came back covered in blood, not only were there blood on both shoulders, but the long tail that had been swinging back and forth also had a long tail long scars.

Xiaomao turned pale with shock: "Are you injured?" There are still people who can injure Chaomeng. Could it be that the Rockets came to find a place?

Chaomeng didn't look up at Xiaomao who was sitting high on Bangira's shoulders, but was directly suspended in mid-air, keeping the same height as him, and said very calmly: "I'm injured."

Xiaomao paused for a moment. With Chaomeng's consistent character of "I am the best in the world", this is obviously not the reaction it should have after being injured.

He narrowed his eyes: "Did you hurt yourself?"

At least in the Kanto area, there is no elf who can hurt it like this in such a short period of time, and he has never heard the sound of fighting here. Xiaomao just thought about several possibilities in his mind. If it is ruled out again, only this kind of situation is more likely.

Chaomeng gently opened his eyes, stared at the magnificent sea behind him to relieve his guilty conscience, and then said coldly: "You don't care, I'm injured anyway."

Is it psychotic attack again?Seeing Chaomeng, Xiaomao didn't want to say anything at all, so he nodded and said, "Stop using superpowers to levitate, and land first, and I'll help you treat the wound..."

At the end, he squinted his eyes and paused thoughtfully. Seeing Chaomeng, he immediately looked over nervously, and pretended to mutter: "I really don't know what you are thinking, but you are so cruel to yourself."

The performance of the loveless middle school child made Xiaomao's mood very delicate. If Chaomeng really hurt himself so badly for him to help deal with the wound, it would be too pitiful .

Xiaomao couldn't help but reflect on whether his attitude towards Chaomeng was so bad that the sky was angry and people complained. He sighed and took out the wound medicine that had just been put back in the backpack: "Come on, sit down first."

Chaomeng snorted very softly, but still sat obediently on the lawn, and said firmly: "This land is so dirty, if you didn't let me sit, I wouldn't sit."

"I know you are the most obedient." Xiaomao pulled off the bandage, touched its head, calmly looked at Chaomeng's little appearance, whether it was shame or annoyance, smiled secretly, and lowered his head to check its wound as if nothing had happened. "Well, the wound is very deep, I need to disinfect you first - it may hurt a little, bear with it."

"Then blow it to me." Chaomeng seemed to have been waiting for this sentence, and he was shocked, and immediately spoke up. After finishing speaking, seeing Xiaomao staring at him silently, he pulled his face, "I saw it just now. , you helped the fire-breathing dragon blow it."