Fairy trip

Until Aoyama asked the exact same question again.

Probably because he found out that his partner Aaron just fainted, M finally responded to Qing Shan's question.

"Using dragon arrows will hurt Xiaoduolong."

Aoyama guessed the answer right.

"Since you are afraid of hurting Pokémon, why did you join the hunter organization!"

This boy showed an intimacy with Pokémon, which didn't fit the style of the hunter organization at all.

This is also the question that Qingshan has been harboring since before the battle.

Unexpectedly, this time, a little smile appeared in the boy's always flat voice.

The lowered head began to look directly at Qingshan.

In the pale eyeballs, a not-so-bright light blue light appeared.

The moment the two sides looked at each other.

Qingshan felt that his consciousness was gradually leaving his body.

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"This is where?"

This was Aoyama's first reaction.

But although he still has self-awareness, Aoyama doesn't seem to be able to control his body.

And I don't have a clear sense of everything around me.

It seems that his contact with the whole world can only rely on these eyes, and even the direction of the line of sight cannot be controlled.

The first thing that came into view was probably a dilapidated wooden table.

Aoyama's enhanced eyesight was originally very good.

But I don't know if it's because the ambient light is too dim, what Qingshan sees now is very blurry.

close.

The things on the wooden table finally showed their true colors before their eyes.

A very rough piece of dry food that looked like a cross between semolina and black bread.

Slender arms appeared at the edge of the field of vision, and a pair of hands that could almost be considered skinny were trying to break open the food in front of them.

This piece of dry food is obviously very hard, and the owner of the hand is not too strong.

Although the operation was successful, Qingshan estimated that the owner of the vision had already consumed a lot of physical energy through the somewhat swaying vision.

Then after stuffing the broken "food" into the obvious mouth.

The owner of the perspective grabbed a black object with his left hand.

Qingshan has no way to judge whether this is a vegetable?meat?Or fish?

This piece of food is not only dark, but also looks very sticky. I don't know whether it was added with wasabi or simply left for too long, so it was gobbled up by the owner of the perspective.

The whole process of eating afterwards is simply gnawing on that hard dry food.

Obviously, that dark morsel is a rare side dish.

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Turn the angle of view.

This time the light is much brighter than before, and the line of sight is obviously farther than before.

It seemed that he had come to an open place.

But this angle of view so close to the ground is probably due to lying on the ground.

The weeds on both sides, taller than a human head, proved this.

A cloud of dust swept past his eyes.

This time a Pokémon and its trainer appeared in the field of vision.

Doron Baruto!

And from the head of Doron Baruto, two Doron Mesias are constantly flying out.

It was the move Qingshan mentioned before - Dragon Arrow!

As the eyes turned to the side, the huge explosion was the culprit of the dust flying just now.

This process doesn't take long.

Accompanied by another powerful explosion, but after this explosion, only one Doron Messiah flew back.

The man who was obviously a trainer was talking loudly.

But Aoyama doesn't have the ability to hear, nor does he have the ability to read lips.

So there's no way to tell what exactly the trainer's words are.

But after this "communication", the man left here without looking back.

Doron Baruto, who was beside him, looked back several times to the position of Doron Mesia, who hadn't returned after the explosion.

But in the end he left with his trainer.

Just maintaining this posture, the owner of the perspective ran unsteadily towards the place of the previous explosion.

A Doron Mesia with a flat, triangular head and a ghostly body was lying on the ground.

The scars all over the body and the almost motionless body all declared that this Pokémon was dying.

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The screen changed again.

This time the angle of view is shaking violently up and down, and it only has a very small width.

This should be when the eyes are closed, or when the eyes become swollen.

The front is a bit blurry, but such a short distance makes the green hills definitely the ground.

Or to use a more precise wording, it should be a somewhat worn-out floor.

The black graffiti and holes can be seen very clearly even without looking closely.

Then came a whirlwind.

Qingshan judged that the owner of the perspective should have rolled over or was forced to roll over.

A group of figures whose faces were covered by black seemed to be trying to snatch something away from him.

Judging from their height, they should all be young children.

But if you compare it with the owner of this perspective, the other party is really too strong.

Either because of his age, or because of his strength, the thing tightly clutched to his chest was not able to protect him.

After the thing that was desperately protecting in his arms was ripped away.

Aoyama finally saw what it was.

Doron Mecia, and probably the one that was found.

Not sure if it was the cause of chronic malnutrition, after such a long dispute.

The angle of view began to blacken from the surroundings, and the owner of the line of sight was about to faint.

And the last shot in view.

It was Doron Mesia, who had turned white all over, and was rushing towards the child who tore him out of his arms.

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cold, very cold.

The coldness of the visual level even affected Qingshan's other senses that had temporarily disappeared.

It was night, and above were dark clouds.

The reason why the sky is not mentioned is because of the heavy snow covering the entire field of vision.

The line of sight moved down quietly for an instant.

I'm afraid it wasn't the owner of the line of sight who turned the direction intentionally, but the cold and drowsiness swept over him.

The accumulated snow spread over the dark insteps.

Without shoes, the bare feet were nothing more than filth covering up their original color.

At the top of the lamp post leaning behind him, the dim light reflected the child's shadow on the ground.

Even blinking.

Apparently the street light was not in perfect condition either.

And the brightest one in the field of vision is Doron Mesia poking out his head from the embrace in front of him.

The faint white light, as if able to dispel the cold of the night, complements the snowflakes in the distance.

Unfortunately, only for a moment.

This Dorron Mecia is as vulnerable as the child itself.

Aoyama felt that the light had become even dimmer.

It wasn't that there was any problem with the lighting, it was the child himself, who was already unable to hold on anymore.

The sound of "papa" stagnated in front of the child's eyes.

Qing Shan still couldn't hear the sound, but the pair of black leather boots in front of him probably could only make such a sound.

Or stepping on the snow, there may be some harsh "creaks".

Raising his head, the child raised his head very slowly.

This may be his last strength.

A black felt hat and a black trench coat of the same color.

The man standing on the snow was a bit out of place with the pure white around him.

The man stretched out his right hand in his direction.

What was handed over was a paper cup that was still steaming, probably containing a hot drink, or at least hot water or something that could warm the body.

The shadow of the hat obscured his face, but the other party must have said something.

The child also extended his right hand to the other party.

But "I" didn't hold the paper cup, and even skipped over what the other party handed over without hesitation.

Then he held the man's wrist tightly.

The last line of sight, just like this, turned to the sky, and it went dark in an instant.

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tired!Aoyama feels very tired!

"What did you just do?"

The senses brought by hearing, coupled with this familiar sound.

Aoyama retreated from the strange state just now.

The clothes next to him were already soaked, and Qingshan seemed to be fished out of the water now.

But Aoyama regained his vision.

"You peeped into my memory?"

M's pleasant voice became a little hoarse because of the coughed up blood.

But in the original calm tone, Qingshan could hear trembling with anger.

"No, no."

Aoyama thought it was M who brought him into that strange state.