He is a streamer and a part-time Pokémon trainer.

"Ready to confirm!"

"bring it on!"

"Finishing technique is coming!"

"The Temptation of the Endless Night!"

The red reformer controlled by Mo Qiu crossed his arms and stood in front of his chest. At the same time, the expression of Gengar watching the show became serious. He felt the ghost energy in his body being pumped out at an extremely ridiculous speed. Li, and then through the channel of the waveguide, was instilled into the body of the red mecha in the field.

As the ghost energy on the pair of pincer arms bloomed throughout the body, Mo Qiu's eyes, covered by the mantis mask, also emitted a gleaming purple light.

He was like a zombie ghost in the air, taking a few steps forward mechanically. At the same time, his hands became claws, ready to pounce.

Like a red ghost intent on preying.

Following his movements, extremely powerful energy erupted from the ghost-type Z pure crystal, covering the entire environment within a hundred meters radius.

The sky darkened.

The ground turned into a dark swamp like a rolling soup pot.

After a brief silence, dozens of ghost hands burst out of the sky. Wan Jian returned to his clan and caught Chaomeng who was trying to dodge. At the same time, he stepped up the force and pressed him into the ghost energy system. in the swamp.

It's not that Chaomeng didn't try to struggle, but under the premise that his teleportation was blocked by the immobilization method, relying solely on the strength of his body could not stop the infinite ghost hands blessed by Ghost Z.

"ended!"

"last blow!"

"Tiger crouching style!"

Have you ever seen a palm move that falls from the sky - this is it.

Mo Qiu controlled the changer, and his whole body was dyed black and red by the ghost energy. He fell directly towards the hillock wrapped by the ghost's giant hand, and easily broke through it without encountering any obstacles.

The pincer arms are used to subdue dragons and tigers, and they move up and down unceremoniously, breaking the arms at the top and smashing the knees at the bottom.

A suppressed groan came out, and the ghost energy exploded instantly under Mo Qiu's control. Then it disappeared, revealing Chaomeng who was lying on the ground with a look of pain on his face...

There is also Mo Qiu who has not fallen down beside him, but has been released from the transformer form.

It's not that he was low-key - the tough battle just now was equivalent to him linking the power of three Pokémon at the same time, using himself as the center to combine skills and mobilize energy, and finally won.

It looks like a one-on-one fight, but it's actually a shameless four-on-one fight.

but...

He won.

It's not that Mo Qiu thought everything was in order to cancel the form change, it's just that... the power of the three Pokémon he contacted at the same time also made him a little overwhelmed. Now Mo Qiu's heart is still tense. If he suddenly Even if you let him return to a safe environment, he will fall over and faint for you to see.

Mewtwo, who was lying on the ground, looked at the sky aimlessly. The cloned Pokémon army behind him was silent, and they all looked at Mo Qiu with extremely shocked and frightened eyes.

This man...defeated God!

"Clap."

A purple and red elf ball was thrown to Chaomeng's side by Mo Qiu.

"Two options."

"Go in, and from now on, you will be my fighting partner."

"The real Mewtwo can never be so weak. Your genetic problem is very serious. If you hold on, you will be waiting to die."

"Huh, in my opinion, it's all thanks to Gilruta's use of financial resources to maintain your life. I definitely don't believe that a first-level god can be so exhausted after fighting for so long. I caught the obvious flaw and made a sudden move. Z explodes directly."

Chaomeng turned his head slightly and remained silent.

"It seems you are quite knowledgeable."

"Come with me and leave these questions to me."

"I have a way to keep you going for a while. At the same time, I have also contacted people who can solve your physical problems. As long as you take care of yourself for a while, you will be a good man again."

"how?"

Chaomeng smiled coldly and looked directly at Mo Qiu.

"Someone who respects Pokémon's wishes?"

Chaomeng repeated what Mo Qiu said, his words full of ridicule.

Mo Qiu shrugged, moving his muscles with pain in his back.

"This is the only thing I'm quite proud of."

"If it hadn't been like this, you would have been locked up in the Master Ball by me and used as a horse. What about this?"

"You don't have to blame me. I'm different from Gillu. You are important to me, but you are by no means indispensable."

"You'd better understand."

"Now I am standing and you are lying down. I want you to join my army, not because I am a human and you are a Pokémon."

"It's because... I'm better than you."

“What you can do, I can do, and what you can’t do, my partners and I can do too!”

"So, I gave you two choices."

"I can understand that you don't want to come in."

"Then you pack your things and get out. If any of these cloned Pokémon are willing to follow you, I won't stop them. I will collect all the remaining things."

"You have no right to raise objections. This is the price the loser needs to pay."

"It doesn't matter if you bury your hatred deep in your heart, or...just pass it on to me."

"Giruru cannot die, let alone die by your hands."

"Someone will punish him for his evil deeds, but it can't be you."

"and also..."

"Farewell today, if I had known that you were making trouble somewhere by relying on your own abilities, taking revenge on the innocent people of this group of [human beings], doing something as crazy as Mrs. Gilrut..."

Mo Qiu's eyes gradually became colder.

"Then I will take your scoop with my own hands!"

This is Dongguo's slang. Mo Qiu learned it from the Rockets. It means cutting off your head.

Mo Qiu's words were full of momentum. In line with the powerful impression he had just left on Chaomeng, Chaomeng continued to remain silent.

"Come and choose, my time is limited."

Mo Qiu is really not playing hard to get here. This island is still within the territory of the Eastern Kingdom. At any time, the investigators from the relevant capital may come and interfere with the situation. At that time, it will be very troublesome. Mo Qiu wants to escape quickly and pack up the valuable things. , I’ll go back to my country and hide out for two days to avoid the limelight.

Mo Qiu, who was thinking about the evacuation plan, heard the sound of wind coming to his ears, frowned, and casually caught the Master Ball in his hand.

Mewtwo used his telekinesis to throw the Master Ball back to him.

"..."

"It seems you have chosen and signed."

"Humph..."

"Just do it yourself."

Mo Qiu said a few words with a cold face, then turned around with his back to Chaomeng, but his face could no longer remain tense and fell down.

"Damn! This Mewtwo doesn't play by the rules!"

"I've been doing my job with such sincere words, forcing him to be satisfied, giving me a slap in the face, convincing people with reasonable arguments, and suppressing him with my strength. Why doesn't he just come with me?"

"What I lost was the Master Ball! That's enough to give you face!"

"The dog system is out! Is it your fault?"

"Didn't he work all day in vain and fight in vain?"

[System prompt: Someone is in a hurry, but I won’t say who it is. 】

Don't look at Mo Qiu pretending to be a master from this world, but in fact he is very worried. It is self-evident that Mewtwo has improved its combat power. This Pokémon's own learning ability and strength have increased amazingly. Soon, it is even possible to resonate with Mo Qiubao, and the future is definitely promising.

Therefore, Mo Qiu has taken great pains to create a heroic character that caters to Mewtwo's style - if it were someone else who would cause trouble, I, Brother Qiu, would have given the order a long time ago. We and the evil heretics don't need to talk about the moral principles of the world, and we can work side by side. The child is on.

Mo Qiu could still bear the embarrassment in front of him, but when his back was turned, he even felt like crying.

Why do those protagonists just have cover gods to help them? I can't even try to talk to Mewtwo!

This tough style - he doesn't like this?

I think Mewtwo is even more contemptuous of dog-licking trainers!

It makes me so sour... ugh...

It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Qiu's face was almost wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, with "happy" written all over it, and she almost cried.

As for forcing Mewtwo into the ball, it's not that he can't do it. Logically speaking, this can be considered a victory. If he forcefully subdues Mewtwo, Mewtwo has to admit it.

But, again, if you are not the main force who is willing to accompany him to climb to the top, it does not have much practical significance.

What he lacks is not a tool to fight the master duel, but a companion who can support him in the battle between gods.

After walking a few steps, Mo Qiu stood still, pondered for half a minute, then sighed, turned around with a straight face.

Chaomeng, who was lying on the ground and struggled to sit up, stared at Mo Qiu expressionlessly.

Mo Qiu took out a test tube from his arms and threw it to Chaomeng without feeling distressed.

"The gene of destruction should have fallen off from your senior."

"Absorbing this thing can alleviate your genetic collapse, but it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. It is difficult for this thing to change your genetic sequence."

"But... it should be enough to last you a year and a half."

Chaomeng narrowed his swollen eyes and sneered: "This thing is not enough to bribe me into working for you."

Mo Qiu rolled his eyes, not feeling much nostalgia for the Destruction Gene that Chaomeng took over.

"Stop being so sentimental, okay?"

"I just feel..."

"A powerful warrior like you should die on the battlefield, not die of illness somewhere in the world."

"Let's go! Goodbye!"

Mo Qiu resisted the desire to continue talking, turned around and left, trying to pretend to be free and easy.

When he took another three steps, the stubbornness in Chaomeng's eyes just now flashed through his mind, as well as the tragic situation of a nail-studded straitjacket, and the possibility of genetic collapse, no cure, and dying alone in a foreign country. Condition.

"..."

"If you really can't solve your physical problem, come to me in Shanghai."

"I should be able to help you."

"My name is Mo Qiu."

"By the time you find me, this name will probably already be a household name, so it won't be hard to find."

"..."

"I really owe you..."

After muttering something in a low voice, Mo Qiu sighed. It was obvious that he had adjusted his mood and was planning to really retreat.

In any case, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

But when he had not taken a few steps, a shadow appeared in the sky, blocking half of the sunlight.

He built an awning with his hands and saw clearly that Chaomeng, who was still paralyzed just now, was blocking the way. Mo Qiu raised his head and squinted at Chaomeng.

After a while, he probably felt a little tired of looking up at people like this, so he simply grabbed Chaomeng's tail, dragged him to the ground, and spoke on an equal footing.

Chaomeng was a little confused and didn't say "You are sick". He hesitated for a while and then said what he wanted to say normally.

"I don't like things like Poké Balls. In my opinion, they are a way for humans to enslave Pokémon."

"but..."

"I quite like you."

Chaomeng's words were so shocking that Mo Qiu glanced at Chaomeng warily and sighed secretly, "Don't say words that can easily cause misunderstanding! I am not a believer of the Beef Wind Cult!"!