Pokemon's Character Master

"Yang Yu, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Kun asked quickly when he saw that Yang Yu's expression was not very good.

"Slowpoke is gone."

"Gone? Where did he go?" Zhao Kun was surprised.

"Grandma Lin took it away..." Yang Yu sighed.

"Lin...Master Lin?"

Zhao Kun couldn't help but ask: "Why would Master Lin want to take Slowpoke away? Is there anything special about that Slowpoke?"

Yang Yu shook his head. Only he and Grandma Lin knew the secrets of Slowpoke. If the noisy Salted Fish King was just a surprise, then the Slowpoke that also learned telekinesis and awakened the hidden characteristic of regeneration would be Arousing covetousness from all parties!

Thinking about it this way, maybe Yang Yu would be in a better mood.

"I'm so stupid, how could Master Lin fall in love with an ordinary Slowpoke, but having said that, Yang Yu, don't be sad, you can definitely take your Carp King to the top!" Zhao Kun threw an iron box to him Yang Yu.

"Brother Kun, what is this?"

"Open it and take a look, our curator's reward for our No. 2 shallow water area!" Zhao Kun smiled on his face.

Yang Yu glanced at the iron box in his hand and suddenly thought of something: "Good..."

"That's right. With this energy cube, do you have the urge to become a breeder?"

Yang Yu:......

I don’t have the urge to be a nurturer, but I do have the urge to beat you up as a nurturer...

"Hahahahahaha... when are you leaving?" Zhao Kun smiled enough and patted Yang Yu's shoulder hard. To be honest, I feel very good about partnering with Yang Yu these days. I'm studying in college... University is good. …

"Let's finish the last day today, Brother Kun!" Yang Yu took a deep breath.

"Let's go, Slowpoke is gone, life must go on, and water guns must continue to be sold as usual..."

…

Wenjiao Road Fairy Day Care Center.

"Larulas, look, what did I bring you?"

Yang Xiaoyu waved the small skirt with some silk threads leaking out in her hand. She had made it according to the method in her memory these days. When she was in the orphanage, she had knitted the small skirt by hand. Although it was a long time ago, , Yang Xiaoyu still remembers it.

Which girl doesn’t hope that she can make her own unique and beautiful skirt in the world, and also have her own princess dream in her sleep.

"Lalu..."

Larulas's spirit has improved a lot now. With the help of many wandering elves in the Elf Trust, Lalulas has begun to try to accept the life here.

La Ruelas saw the girl again today.

This girl would come to visit her every day. Larulas was very wary of Yang Xiaoyu at first, but with little contact, Aibi Lang had a very good relationship with this girl, which made her also start to Accept Yang Xiaoyu's kindness.

Little skirt...

Little stars flashed through Larulas' eyes under her hair. Of course she longed for a beautiful little dress, but the scars on her body made her original white dress look less beautiful...

"My knitting is not good enough, but I will try my best!"

Yang Xiaoyu knelt down on her knees and placed the skirt on the bed next to Larulas. There was some expectation in her eyes, expecting Lalulas to wear the little skirt she knitted.

"Lalu..."

"Abby?"

"Lalu lalu!"

Abby Lang scratched his head, Lalulas, what does this mean?

When Yang Xiaoyu saw Larulas waving his hands shyly, he suddenly smiled and quickly put his hands on Aibi Lang's shoulders and asked him to spin around: "Look at girls wearing skirts, hurry up. Get out, get out!”

Abby Lang:? ? ? ?

Aibi Lang stood at the door at a loss. When was the elf going to get dressed? Why was it kicked out? Even if it has an apron... couldn't it be better to just wear one...

Larulas' little mouth pursed slightly, and soon, a faint smile appeared on her face, and her little hands gently touched the small skirt woven with fine wool.

"LaRue?"

Can I really try?

Yang Xiaoyu smiled and nodded, carefully stretched out her hand and placed the light red dress in front of Larulas.

However, something seems to be missing.

"Abby Lang, Abby Lang!"

Aibi Lang, who was thinking about the elf's birth outside the door, was confused again. He hadn't come out of his confused state yet, so why did he come here again?

"Is there a small mirror here? Mirror mirror?"

Why do you need a mirror?

"Just go and get it. A mirror, a mirror, or a small mirror will do!"

Aibi Lang thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, but still went to get the mirror.

When Aibi Lang came back with a small mirror, he was about to ask what he was doing with the small mirror. Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoyu closed the door again after taking the mirror.

"Thank you, Abby Lang, the dress hasn't been changed yet, it will be ready soon!"

Abby Lang:......

Women are all... big pig hooves?

Larulas slowly stood up and looked at himself in front of the mirror with bright eyes. He was wearing a comfortable little skirt. The corners of the skirt may not be so detailed, but Lalulas could clearly feel the coming from him. The warmth of the skirt...

"LaRue!"

I also have a little skirt!

Larulas happily raised her little hands and raised her head, as if she was giving her own unique thanks to the sky, thanking God for her love, thanking her for meeting such a good person, and... ...little skirt!

"LaRue!"

Larulus gently pulled Yang Xiaoyu's hand.

In an instant, Yang Xiaoyu felt tears welling up.

She seems to have seen...

She used to be...

At that time, her first beautiful little skirt was bought for her by her brother Yang Yu...

"LaRue?"

Larulas pulled Yang Xiaoyu's hand again, and she found that there were some rough and small wounds on these hands...

"Lalu..."

Larulas stretched out the tip of his little hand and gently touched the small wound on Yang Xiaoyu's hand.

When Larulas raised his head again and looked at Yang Xiaoyu, the purple mark hidden under the hair on Yang Xiaoyu's forehead flickered with a tiny, imperceptible purple light.

Larulas stood up, carefully held up her little skirt, stepped out with her little feet, stepped on Yang Xiaoyu's hand, and then, slowly, squatted down.

Yang Xiaoyu looked in disbelief at Larulas, who was holding it in his hand, as if he was holding a little male lift. Suddenly, his tears turned into a smile: "Larulas..."

"LaRue!"

…

Click.

The door to the room finally opened.

Aibi Lang felt that he had not just waited for a few minutes, but clearly for centuries!

But when it saw Yang Xiaoyu holding La Rulas in his hand...

The light red skirt bloomed like flowers.

In his eyes, he was both pleased and extremely envious!

Larulus...has a new life!

Similarly, she recognized Yang Xiaoyu, and she was about to have another home of her own...

Larulas: Lalu~Piao Piao~