Pokémon Breakthrough Pinnacle

Qing Muji's soft and strong chest allowed him to rub it comfortably, and his wide paws supported his back, buttocks and legs. The suspended texture was much more comfortable than lying on the bed.

I don't know how long I slept for, but Qingmu Jiyouyou woke up. He stretched to his heart's content, half-covered his mouth and breathed.

As soon as Qing Muji looked up, he saw a ferocious dragon head, a mouth full of fangs, and scarred eyes that made the dragon head look very oppressive.

However, the softness that could not be hidden in his eyes ruined his overall temperament. His crystal blue pupils were full of smiles.

He gently put it down, but one paw did not leave directly, but continued to support Qing Muji's body.

After sleeping for a long time, his body was a little numb and weak, and his feet were a little weak as soon as he landed. However, Qing Muji quickly adjusted because of the support of the fire-breathing dragon.

His dry and flat stomach made a growling sound, and Qing Muji felt a little uncomfortable as he clutched his stomach. His empty stomach made him eager to supplement his nutrition.

There was a certain fragrance spreading in the air, and the hungry Qingmu Tsugumi's nose began to be unusually sensitive.

He smelled the smell of mushrooms, herbs, red fruits, and cabbage mixed and cooked together. His dry mouth began to secrete a clear liquid, which was saliva. After swallowing the saliva, Qing Muji felt even hungrier.

After looking at the surrounding environment first, it was obvious that they were no longer in the city.

There is no sand around. It should be out of the desert. Now there is only some dry soil and withered grass.

The boy and the giant needle bee also appeared, holding dry branches in their arms and walking towards this side.

The young man saw a cheerful smile on Qing Mu's face.

"Teacher, are you awake? Sure enough, I guess it's almost the same. At least you should be awake. After all, it's afternoon. I thought you might be very hungry. I happen to be cooking right now.

So teacher, please be patient a little longer, the rice will be cooked soon."

'Is it already afternoon?'

Even though he was very hungry, Kiyomi Tsugumi noticed the time mentioned by the boy. Had he slept for that long?

He silently walked up to Charizard and gently began to rub the muscles on his arms.

"Why are you holding me all the time? Why don't you put me down and have a good rest?"

He rubbed Charizard's arm with heartache. Although Qingmu Tsugumi was nothing compared to Charizard, hugging him horizontally for such a long time would definitely cause soreness in his arm.

Charizard's expression did not change at all, but the corners of his mouth curled up silently, and the tail behind him began to swing gently, and the flames on the tail burned even louder.

Last night's work was more tiring than he imagined. Qing Muji almost kept cleaning the floor, wiping down the tables, and carrying cups filled with alcohol to various locations.

Of course, as a result, he now has some soreness in the muscles of both arms, including the inner thighs and calves. He can feel some kind of tingling pain with the slightest touch.

This is a warning from the body that you have obviously exerted too much force, but you only need to rest for a day or two.

Although pain came from various parts of the body, Qing Muji completely ignored it. Labor is just like this. How can you get something without paying for it? This pain is nothing to him.

You must know that the job last night was a once-in-a-lifetime job. The time was short and the hourly wage was high. He touched his pocket with one hand and found 580 alliance coins lying quietly in it. Qing Muji felt that he was so happy that he could fly.

Logically speaking, the normal hourly wages are not that high. A little more than 300 per night is enough.

However, that bar was a special situation. It must have been an event that caused the bar to become so popular that the originally full staff began to become insufficient, so the store rushed to hire a few temporary workers.

Of course, the hourly wage has also increased. Although 580 alliance coins can't even buy Charizard a nutritional supplement now, Qing Muji believes that there will always be money, as long as he works harder.

If he could go back in time, Kiyuki Tsugumi would really like to punch himself when he first started out. He wasted most of his 5,000 yuan budget. Now it seems that he was simply unreasonable and spent money indiscriminately.

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Originally, the profession of trainer was very expensive, every transaction had to be carefully calculated, and good steel had to be used on the edge of the blade.

Qingmu Tsugumi rubbed his arms for Charizard. Except for his stomach gurgling all the time, Qingmu Tsugumi felt that everything was fine.

When the boy was shouting to eat, Qing Muji almost couldn't wait to run to the pot and fill the bowl with a full bowl of soup.

After blowing a few strong breaths to cool the surface as much as possible, Qing Muji took a sip of clear soup. Although it was still a bit hot, the aroma of the vegetables already made him feel resurrected.

Charizard held a bowl with his claws. It was his special bowl. It was several times larger than Qingmu Tsugumi's bowl. There was a Q version of Charizard printed on the bottom of the bowl.

Ignoring the staggering heat of the soup in the bowl, Charizard poured most of the soup into his mouth as if he couldn't feel the heat, grabbing the synthetic meat in his hand and eating it bite by bite.

Qingmu Tsugumi, who was nestling next to the fire-breathing dragon, took a sip of soup and looked at the young man and the others with a sigh, "This life is so good."

In an unknown room, the room was dark, and the computer that was lit was working non-stop.

There is a man sitting in front of the computer desk. The lily window that the man is facing blocks the light from the computer. The light flowing in through the gap in the lily window can only barely illuminate the lower half of the man's face.

The extended hand was stroking an elf squatting next to him. There were not only men and elves in the room, there was also a woman inside.

He was holding a black file in his hand, with a big letter R printed on the back. His cherry-red lips were closing, trying to report something to the man sitting on the chair.

The prelude to the stage has gradually begun, and it seems that the world is still indispensable for its excitement.

(The plot is unfolding slowly, and I started writing the book slowly. Is my progress a bit slow?