He knows Pokémon better than me

Ten Hui?

Is it the ancestor of that little girl Qianhui?

Xiaozhi muttered secretly.

And what are tree fruit balls.

So in this era, there is already the concept of subduing Pokémon?

Xiaozhi is full of confusion, he still doesn't know how many years ago he traveled.

So he quickly smiled and explained:

"Oh, I'm not here to make some tree fruit balls, I'm here to find your grandpa steel..."

In the middle of speaking, Xiaozhi's tone paused.

Uh, I don't seem to know the name of Mr. Steel's ancestor.

And not necessarily, it's Shi Hui's grandfather, right?

In other words, this is the language of ancient people, similar to his language, but the accent seems a bit weird.

But in Shi Hui's eyes, Xiaozhi was obviously the weirder.

Not only the accent, but also the clothes and appearance are like a monster.

On a hot day, wearing so many clothes, aren't you afraid that your little head will get dizzy from the heat?

And Xiaozhi's face and skin were actually watery, not at all like their withered, yellow and shriveled skin.

"By the way, is that the doll of the electric mouse monster?"

Seeing the dumbfounded Pikachu hanging from Xiaozhi's waist, Shi Hui's eyes were a little fiery.

This is the first time she has encountered such a monster...

...

creak...!

At this time, the rear wooden door opened.

"Hahaha!!"

Before the figure came out, hearty laughter had already spread.

Then there was an old man who ran out of the wooden house in a hurry.

In his hand, he was also holding a pure white spherical object like a coconut.

"Haha Shihui, look at what is in Grandpa's hand?!"

As soon as he ran out, he was stunned when he saw more figures.

Seeing the person coming, Xiaozhi also froze in place, with a bit of surprise on his face, and blurted out:

"Mr. Steel?"

The old man in front of him, although dressed in rough linen, is the same Mediterranean bald head, with white hair hanging down around the back of his head.

Especially the fierce face and facial features, which look exactly like Mr. Steel.

"Mr. Steel? What steel, this old man is Mr. Bronze!"

This ancient version of Mr. Steel raised his eyebrows, corrected him with a beard and a stare.

The ancients did not change their names when they were walking or sitting.

The most taboo thing is being called by the wrong name.

However, Mr. Bronze soon frowned again and smiled happily.

"Boy, you came just in time to be a witness. Do you know what this is?"

Mr. Bronze held up the big white coconut in his hand as if offering a treasure.

"coconut?"

Xiaozhi replied without thinking.

"You ignorant boy, you have no knowledge at all~!"

Mr. Bronze glanced at Xiaozhi with disdain, and then continued with a proud expression:

"This, is a cross-age prop!! This coconut... I tell you, this prop can absorb monsters, put it inside, and carry it with you!"

Mr. Bronze was so proud that his nose was almost up to the sky.

There were no Poké Balls in this day and age.

The way humans get along with Pokémon is to put them outside for free-range use, or to use a chain. There are no universal and convenient props that can put Pokémon in it, and then you can take it with you.

Of course, in some places, there are still some special props that can control and capture Pokémon.

For example, special armor for war can control Pokémon and assist in fighting and killing.

Or some special spar that can turn Pokémon into energy clusters and inhale them.

But without exception.

Either the cost is extremely expensive, or the materials are extremely precious, anyway, they are basically the only props that cannot be copied in large quantities.

But his coconut is different.

The materials are just ordinary citrus fruits behind the wooden house.

This is definitely of great significance across the ages!

In fact, Mr. Bronze had already made this kind of props before this.

But the previous size was as big as a basketball.

But even so, it is extremely precious, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask him to make basketballs.

They need to write a letter to make an appointment one month in advance before they can order one.

This skill made him directly become a great bronze master!

Today, it has successfully reduced the size of a basketball to the size of a coconut.

Open up the world.

"Haha, the old man has already achieved the ultimate, it is absolutely impossible to be younger!"

After completing the great creation, Mr. Bronze couldn't wait to show off to others, but for a moment he forgot Xiaozhi's strange dress and accent.

Trivia.

Pokémon means monsters that can easily fit in your pocket.

But in this era, there is no palm-sized, popular Poké Ball that can easily store monsters.

Therefore, the word "Pokémon" does not exist at all.

The way humans in this period called Pokémon was also extremely primitive and direct.

Warcraft.

...

"A Pokeball the size of a coconut?"

Xiaozhi just looked at Mr. Bronze and the big coconut in his hand with a foolish look.

The surface of this tree fruit ball is extremely simple and rough, really like a wild coconut.

In the middle, you can see a gap, which should be opened and closed from there.

But the most outrageous is.

Since the material is citrus fruit, but this kind of fruit is only about the size of two fists, how is it made into a big coconut?

Thermal expansion and contraction?

...

"Haha, boy, have you never seen such a powerful invention? Haha, the old man is really a genius haha!!"

Mr. Bronze put his hips on his hips and laughed wildly triumphantly.

"This old man decided to name this item Warcraft Ball! This old man should be famous forever!"

There is an outsider who can show off, and his satisfaction value has been pulled to the highest.

Seeing this, Xiaozhi stretched his backhand to his waist and took out a poke ball.

The whole body is pink, and there is a sweet heart icon on the shell.

100% of captured Pokémon of the opposite sex will fall in love with me.

sweet balls!

Xiaozhi hated outsiders the most, and he was like a cup in front of himself.

Even if the object is just an ancient person.

"!"

And when he saw the pink ball in Xiaozhi's hand, Mr. Bronze's eyes widened instantly.

Eyeballs almost popped out.

"This, this, this..."

Mr. Bronze stuttered instantly, his tone trembling.

He has dealt with citrus trees and citrus fruits all the year round, and he knows that the body of this sweet ball is just a citrus fruit without looking at it, just by smelling it.

"How can it be?!"

It's just this level of craftsmanship, the pattern...

Especially this size!

how could it be possible? !

His coconut is already at its limit, how can it be reduced to the size of a fist? !

The shape of the sweet ball is gorgeous, and Mr. Bronze has no doubt that it is also a magic ball that can suck monsters into it.

There are tens of thousands of thoughts in his mind, and Mr. Bronze is completely messed up.

He looked at Xiaozhi tremblingly, and could only utter one sentence in the end.

"Boy, old man... can I touch your ball...?"

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