Chapter 8 Garlic king eight
Yuan Zeyu felt that this would not work.
"Little guy, you've been born for only over a month and are not much older than others. Don't let go of your guard."
"Skin?"
Yeah?
Pichu lowered her head, looked at her petite body, stretched out her hands, and began to wrestle her fingers.
One, two, three... Six...
There are only six fingers in total, some of which are not enough.
Immediately, it climbed down Yuan Zeyu's shoulders along his arms and came to his palm.
If you don’t have enough palms, then rely on Yuan Zeyu’s, what a simple thing.
The smart Pichu is not at all difficult.
Seeing it piercing its fingers complacently, Yuan Zeyu couldn't laugh or cry.
This is not the first time such a thing has happened.
I secretly decided in my heart that I must start teaching Pichu to learn mathematics when I go back.
You must also break through addition and subtraction methods other than six!
Um!
With the help of Yuan Zeyu's finger, Pichu was finally able to continue counting.
Seven, eight, nine!
He suddenly looked up at Yuan Zeyu, waved his hands, and pointed at his three fingers.
"Skin~~"
It seems that there are not many...
"Right, you're not much older than others, cheer up!"
"Skin!"
Pichu nodded heavily.
You must never lose to an elf smaller than you!
Never allow it!
This is Pichu's little pride!
Looking at the harmonious appearance of Yuan Zeyu and Pichu, Aoki smiled and felt that they were very loving. The relationship between the elves and the trainer was very good.
He even confirmed what he thought.
"But as a senior, I can't let you do your work in vain.
In this way, as long as you win this time, I will give you a gift, and it is guaranteed that it is definitely what you need very much."
Yuan Zeyu and Pichu's eyes lit up at the same time.
Look at each other.
If you have a lottery, you can't lose.
"Skin!"
Pichu thinks so too.
Without letting them wait too long, Ning Hong came back quickly.
"Director, Mr. Aoki, the venue is ready."
"Okay, let's go over." Director Zhan Yan was in a good mood.
Several people followed Ning Hong to the police station and turned around.
Come to the professional training ground in the police station.
Although the decoration looks simple, it has all kinds of facilities, which are many times more abundant than the public training grounds that Yuan Zeyu occasionally uses.
Some training equipment made him drool.
It's true that the public is still good...
Aoki and Motozeta stood on both sides respectively.
Ning Hong barely played the referee guest.
"Are you ready? Sawa Yu?" Aoki said with a smile and took out a special ball from his waist that was very different from the ordinary elf ball.
Youyouqiu.
Rich people!
Throw out.
A red light flashed, and an emerald green elf appeared in the field.
"Da ~"
Light green skin, dark green spots, limbs, bright red eyes, white pupils, a huge mouth, revealing two teeth.
The most special thing is of course the green seeds on its back that look like garlic.
Garlic turtle!
In the game, one of the three imperial families in Kanto region, grass-type and poison-type elves, and wonderful frog seeds!
But Aoki's garlic turtle, bah, the wonderful frog seed, is quite different from the ordinary wonderful frog seed.
Because its overall color is lighter than ordinary wonderful frog seeds.
"Skin!"
Pichu pointed to the wonderful frog seeds.
Why is this garlic turtle a little different from what I have seen before?
"Extraordinary Frog Seed?" The director and Ning Hong were also surprised and couldn't help but speak out.
Among the elves, there are some very rare existences, that is, the alien elves.
Yuan Zeyu's eyes were also full of colors. He had guessed what kind of elf Aoki would use, and even a more powerful quasi-spirited elf.
But I never thought it was a strange-colored frog seed.
this...
Chapter completed!