Needle bee, piercing everything!

Wandering Yeling didn't know that he had fallen into Wutong's trap at this time.

I'm having a sweet dream.

That is to get rid of Wutong's control, find a human town again, and control humans and elves to become the local overlord.

Where there is hope, there is energy.

The wandering night spirit stretched out a part of its body - the cloth of the spirit world full of ghost power.

Manipulate them to wrap and pick up large rocks like tentacles.

The Wandering Night Spirit flew back to the clearing with these rocks, and then gave Bogaman the training order.

Indus was still holding a timer, paper and pen to record the training results for Pogaman. .

Chapter 543 Trainers Are Not Conductors

Bogaman stared at the 0.6-meter stone that was a little taller than her, and shouted.

"Boga~~!"

Gathering all the strength in its body, it rushed forward with all its might, lowered its head and slammed into it.

boom!

Dizzy.

Bogaman felt his head hurt from turning around, and he wanted to cry all of a sudden.

But its trainer stood more than ten meters away, showing no signs of coming over to comfort him.

Only his voice sounded in his heart, encouraging Bogaman to cheer.

And at this time.

Wandering Yeling, who was watching a joke, was suddenly reminded.

If the Pogarman's training effect is worse and the speed of strengthening is slower, then the day of its liberation will be farther away.

This is exactly what made Wandering Yeling ignore the excitement, and hurriedly started teaching this Bogaman.

This wandering night forest did not disappoint Wutong.

Obviously a ghost-type elf.

Now he can teach Pogaman how to better use his body to exert the power of impact.

The first two or three times.

The Wandering Night Spirit even used its body's spiritual cloth to wrap Bogaman's hands, feet and vital joints.

Manipulating Bogaman like a puppet, let it slam into the big rock hard.

But not the same as the first time.

The Wandering Eidolon intentionally manipulated Bogaman, using the hard parts of its body to strike.

Instead of hitting your head against a rock stupidly.

Whether it's the back, the belly of the body, or the two wings.

Even hitting it with the forehead of the head is better than hitting it stupidly with the zenith of the forehead!

At the same time, the cloth of the spirit world wraps the joints for impact, which can also play a protective role.

Wutong watched silently from the side, and then gave some supplementary opinions.

That is, the impacted parts should be exercised evenly and fully.

This is actually training Bogaman's body hardness and ability to resist blows.

Although Bogaman had been training for a while, he wanted to escape.

But wandering night spirit for the sake of freedom, how can it let it escape.

It ruthlessly manipulated Bogaman's body with the cloth of the spirit world, and let it continue to train the impact amidst the howling of Bogaboga like ghosts and wolves.

On the other side, Wutong also began to patiently teach the grass seedlings and tortoises. At the beginning, they had a heart-to-heart exchange.

The grass seedling tortoise is in the gentle inquiry of the sycamore.

Tell Wutong about its past.

It turned out that the tortoise did not have a tragic past.

He's just a gentle tortoise who doesn't like fighting.

Usually in the forest where it was cultivated, it only likes to stay quietly by the water and bask in the sun.

But there are always some aggressive elves who will attack it, and some humans will make it fight.

They are the so-called breeders, "experts" who specialize in training newcomers to fight with the initial elves.

But the grass seedling turtle told the plane tree at this time.

It doesn't like to fight!

Whether it is being beaten or hurt by others, the grass seedling turtle will feel uncomfortable.

But also because of this, its physical fitness is slowly improving because it has not fought.

It fell into the hands of the aggressive trainer who only focused on combat effectiveness, and became his newcomer initial elf.

And the tortoise was a little embarrassed to tell the truth.

That was its first newcomer trainer at the very beginning. It ran back to the research institute a few days after the trip and returned it to the local research institute.

After Wutong understood, he immediately understood.

If he is willing to accept this tortoise, he will become its third trainer.

But the tortoise lowered its head, it was not really willing to talk about this.

Because I feel that it must no longer be accepted by human trainers and become their elves.

Although the black-haired boy was very gentle, the tortoise still didn't want to fight.

Indus thinks this is not a problem.

Although the tortoise doesn't like to fight, it doesn't mean it can't fight.

There are always more ways than difficulties.

He is the trainer, if helping and accepting tortoises.

How to solve the problem is up to him to figure it out.

As long as the tortoise can execute it, it will be fine.

And Wutong thought about it carefully for a while, and felt that there was no solution to this problem.

In other words, this problem is not necessarily a problem.

Indus can think of many contradictory cases.

For example, people who fight because there is no fight in the world.

Someone who wants to achieve something and doesn't do it.

Wutong thinks that the four words are suitable for the grass seedling turtle.

He didn't let the tortoise accept too much right away.

There may be many other elves in this world who have suffered much more painful things than this tortoise.

In comparison.

The tortoise just didn't want to fight and was ordered to fight, it seemed that it was just a pain that didn't hurt or itch.

But Wutong doesn't have such a big share of love.

He is just careful to cherish the fate of meeting the tortoise beside him.

If possible, Wutong is still willing to try hard.

He wants to help the tortoise find its way.

A way to not let it go against the nature of the inner nature, to fight painfully.

It is definitely not a tortoise that can only be used as a vase.

"It's okay, don't worry, let's take our time."

Wutong gently stroked the grass seedling turtle.

The tortoise narrowed its eyes, feeling warm.

The palm of his hand felt comfortable on his head.

And she could also feel the tenderness of the black-haired boy towards her.

This made the tortoise full of nostalgia and reluctance.

But let it fall into some entanglement in his heart.

Now the grass turtle feels that the more he likes this black-haired boy, the less he wants to leave.

I don't want to be driven away by Wutong just because I don't want to fight and my fighting power is weak.

The grass seedling turtle crawled into Wutong's side.

It bit Wutong's clothes with its powerful mouth, and looked at him tearfully.

At such a close distance, the tortoise can smell the fragrance of grass and trees again.

It seemed to smell better than its mother's.

Wutong did not respond to the grass seedling turtle's prayer.

But for the tortoise to be strong and independent in the future.

Even if you leave him, you can live a good life in this world.

Wutong knew that he had to be cruel.

Now there are some tortures that will not be so painful when recalled in the future, and they must be endured by the tortoise.

"..."

Wutong didn't make a promise to the grass seedling turtle, and if he didn't promise, he would definitely not drive him away.

Nor did he promise to make it his elf.

And this kind of feeling without any promises, like a ship that will be overturned in the sea at any time, made Cao Miaogui very worried.

Wutong hugged the tortoise and let it continue to suffer from the inner torment.

Choices are always so difficult, but growth comes from constant choices.

He wants to be the trainer of the tortoise, a qualified trainer who can help the tortoise.

Sometimes he also has to have some awareness.

For example, even if you feel sorry for the tortoise at this time, you must be hard-hearted and continue to do so. .

Chapter 544 The Wisdom of the Stinging Bee

Wutong came to Bogaman with the tortoise in his arms.

He looked at Bogaman, who was covered in scars, and stretched out his hand.

Indus used the power of the rock to heal Bogaman's state to health.

"Take a break, and I will tell you about the next stage of training. The next stage of training will be much easier."

Wu Tong looked at the miserable Bogaman who was tortured by the wandering night spirit, and threw out a candy in a hurry.

Bogaman was in a better mood after eating the sweet candy.

Just hearing that there is still training, the body trembled with fright.

After all, in the past four months.

Since its birth until now, except for fighting with other elves like animal cubs in the forest where it was raised, it has not received such strict and high-intensity painful training.

But when Wutong said that the next training would be much easier, Pogaman felt relieved again.

It's just that it still hugged Wutong's thigh with luck, shaking it gently.