Pokémon: Gyarados Evolution

"To express my gratitude, please tell me when you leave. I will treat you to a big meal when we arrive in Chenghua City!"

After lunch, Guima put his hands together and said sincerely.

"You just want me to take you back, right?"

Jon wiped his lips stained with oil stains, looked at Guima with a firm tone, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Is it so obvious?"

"By the way, don't you have a Sea Lion?"

After Jon finished speaking, Sea Lion turned his face away proudly and took the food to the other side.

"To be honest, I came here on Sea Lion, but it likes diving too much..."

A water gun was fired and hit Guima directly. Jon looked over and saw that he had already flown ten meters away.

After eating and drinking, Jon certainly did not forget the purpose of his coming here, which was special training.

The tasks were assigned according to yesterday's arrangement. Now there was one more person. Keima took a fancy to Bankiras and forced him to fight Bankiras.

Jon would definitely disagree. After all, his Bulbasaur was very strong and had probably stayed at the gym level for a long time.

Once the battle started, it would not only destroy the forest, but what if Qianli allowed wild Pokémon to attack again at this time?

He didn't want to rely on outsiders for help, so Jon drove him out on the grounds of special training and only gave him a meal in the evening.

After noon tomorrow, he would also go back, and then he would travel. He had been waiting for a long time.

However, Keima's strength was also very strong, worthy of the second place in the Caiyou Conference.

Zheya, who I met some time ago, was probably as strong as him.

However, this kid's lineup was too messy, and each Pokémon had different attributes. He was still a long way from becoming the king.

At dusk, the yellowish sunlight shone obliquely on Jon, bringing him warmth, but at the same time, it also made him feel a little irritable.

The whole afternoon seemed unusually calm, which was a bit too much, right?

Could it be that Qianli really found a comfortable place to take a nap and overslept?

After seeing Jon's bored look, Guima once again approached Jon and proposed that his Fiery Cat fight Jon's baby dragon.

This was purely a friendly match, and his Fiery Cat had been captured for a long time.

This Fiery Cat was extremely lazy on weekdays, either lying on the ground or lying on a tree to rest leisurely all day.

The Western Lion Sea Ren that was captured almost at the same time has now reached the elite level of strength, but the Fiery Cat is still developing slowly and leisurely.

Until now, it is only at the ordinary level of strength, and Jon's baby dragon is also at the ordinary level of strength.

Although it was just a friendly match, there had to be a winner.

Baby Dragon had rarely met an opponent of equal strength to practice with him these two days, and had long forgotten about sleeping.

Compared to the ease and leisure here, Gyarados and Bankiras were still tirelessly exercising their physical strength, and only the three Pokémon such as the Wolfhound kept sensing the surrounding situation.

After dinner, Jon quickly divided the groups and asked everyone to take a rest. At this time, Guima proposed to go out for a walk.

Jon didn't say much, and just like that, after Guima had another full meal, he left without looking back.

The forest was unusually noisy at night, even though only Jon's own team and the men that Bankiras had conquered for him were around.

However, there was a lot of noise in the distance, as if it was the most exciting hunting time at night.

Of course, all this had nothing to do with Jon. The news that Gyarados and Bankiras appeared here had already spread far and wide.

With these two powerful Pokémon here, who would be so stupid as to come here and die?

Jon fell asleep early. He had only slept for three hours last night, and he was already exhausted and could hardly hold on.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a slight movement in the surrounding grass, and two vague figures quietly appeared in one place.

The big wolfhound just glanced at it casually, and then turned around and moved to another place.

Jon didn't sleep very deeply, and the little movement made by the big wolfhound successfully reminded Houndoom who was resting in the tent.

It hurriedly arched Jon's cheek, Jon opened his eyes instantly, nodded gently, and Houndoom immediately crouched down, waiting for the other party to attack in advance.

At this time, Bankiras was lying on the side next to him, snoring, and Gyarados was swimming freely in the pond.

It was a short distance from the tentThe tent was several meters away, but its attention was not on this side.

The two shadows sat around the tent very naturally, without causing any movement.

In the tent, Jon had already prepared everything, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Keima waved his hand, and the Mane Rock Werewolf moved swiftly, and its sharp claws quickly approached the tent.

The next second, its claws were bitten tightly in the mouth of Houndoom that jumped out of the tent.

This movement instantly alarmed Gyarados and Bankiras, but their attention was completely attracted by the situation on this side of the tent.

Bankiras was the closest, and he stretched out his huge claws directly, ready to grab Keima.

Several tough vine whips emerged from behind Keima and tied Bankiras tightly.

Gyarados was also on the water, and was washed away from its original position by a powerful water cannon.

Keima didn't expect Jon to react so quickly. He took out a sharp dagger and stabbed the tent fiercely.

How could Jon let him destroy his tent? He rushed out and hugged his waist. The two of them were thrown out fiercely.

"Keima, it's you?"

Keima released the Strike Ghost, the Proud Pheasant and the Fiery Cat again. Beside Jon, the Wolfhound and the Toucan, two elite cunning Tengu appeared at the same time.

"It shouldn't be, didn't the Wolfhound leave immediately after seeing me?"

Keima raised the question in his heart, and then looked at his watch.

It's only eleven o'clock in the evening. It shouldn't be suspected to come back at this time, right?

"Actually, I thought at the beginning that you were just a trainer who practiced on the island, but you knew who I was from the first time you saw me, right?"

Jon patted the dirt on his body and questioned.

"Is my acting too bad?"

Keima frowned, looking puzzled.

"No, you acted too naturally. On this island with almost no people, no one knows each other. You trusted me too much."

Jon said with sharp eyes, staring at Keima.