Pokémon Breakthrough Peak

Chapter 150: Isn’t it? Sudden desire to fight

Many people wearing straw hats are working in the endless field ridges. .

Most of them were wearing slightly old clothes, and their knee-high rain boots were tied tightly with ropes to prevent water from getting in. The rain boots were full of cement and mud, and large chunks of mud would splash up with just a step on them.

Large swaths of swaying golden wheat are swaying with the breeze, looking like a golden wave from a high altitude.

Kang dang

Caressing his full belly, Qing Muji licked his lips with satisfaction. Now they stayed in an unknown town.

When traveling through this small town, the group decided to rest for a while in this small town after discussion.

Finding a relatively large restaurant, Qing Muji decided to treat him.

Of the 3000 alliance coins earned through the competition, only 1500 were left due to the cost of buying an evolution stone, so Kiyoki decided to treat Charizard and the others to a delicious meal.

Ask the waiter to help them find a larger table with four chairs in each of the four directions.

The mahogany-patterned wooden chair felt cool to the touch and very comfortable. After sitting on it, Qingmu subconsciously rubbed his lower body.

Due to Charizard's huge size, if you want to sit on a chair, you must first swing its tail to the side, and then spread its wings to prevent it from being blocked by the backrest of the chair.

When Charizard sat down, the wooden chair made a little noise. Kiyoki Tsugumi was afraid that the chair would not be able to withstand it. After all, if you damage the chair, you will have to pay money. Fortunately, the structure of these chairs is quite strong. Although they made noise, they still withstood it completely. Holds the weight of a fire-breathing dragon.

I hadn't thought about this at first, but now Qingmu Tsugumi is thinking about asking his mother to customize a special chair for Charizard the next time he calls.

The Big Needle Bee is more funny. Due to his special body shape, he can only stand on two feet, with his two spears placed flat on both sides of the chair.

Considering the uniqueness of a group of people, the meat that is ordered takes up the majority, and most of them are large, filling and high-calorie foods.

Kiyoki Tsugumi pays great attention to replenishing Charizard's body with necessary nutrients, and he is not stingy with food. Even if he is hungry, he cannot let those closest to him also be hungry.

As for vegetables, I only ordered a few things. These were prepared for the giant needle bees. I don’t know if the giant needle bees can eat cooked vegetables.

Considering it was too greasy, I ordered a light soup.

When the food was served, the group of people were chatting and laughing while eating the food on the table crazily. Charizard specially cleaned his claws before eating. After all, he couldn't use chopsticks, and his hands and feet were not as flexible as humans, so he ate them. Meat can only be picked up in large chunks with its claws.

The secretly braised meat was put into the big mouth full of fangs, and after a little chewing, it was crushed into minced meat.

The giant needle wasp happily picked up the cooked vegetables one by one with the tip of its spear. Its spear was as flexible as a human hand.

After eating and drinking, we settled the bill. This meal cost more than 200 alliance coins.

In this world, the price of food is always quite cheap, with meat serving as the first priority. The animals cultivated through genetics are all large and wide, and each one contains quite a lot of nutrients.

Find hand sanitizer in the toilet and carefully wash the grease on Charizard's hands with water, then take out a towel from your backpack and dry it.

After eating and drinking, of course we set off again, walking on the country roads and admiring the houses that are different from those in the city.

There are not as many steel-like tall buildings as there are in the city. The well-laid foundations are the feet, the strong wood is the skeleton, the white bricks are the skin, and the red tiles are the hair. Even the highest one is only two stories high.

The chimney on the roof was dark inside, which was caused by thick smoke. The fireworks slowly rose from the chimney, and acquaintances greeted each other. The town was calm and peaceful.

The distance between the trails is not very long. Following the trails, you will soon converge on a main road.

A beautiful flute sound suddenly sounded in the forest on the left side of the road. The sound of the flute was clear and soft.

The young man walking on the road poked his head in that direction curiously. He was curious that there was someone playing the flute in this deep mountain forest.

After eating, the whole person becomes lazy. Even if he is rushing on the road, his body does not feel excited. His brain cells are full of inertia. Even if he wants to think hard, he will soon be distracted by something.

Looking through his previous notes and comparing it with Charizard's own situation, Qingmu Tsugumi finally had a little idea of ​​the skill selection recently, but only a little.

These are not directly determined by a hot brain, but require careful thinking, deliberation and analysis of the skills themselves. Qingmu Tsugumi decided to wait until he went to a slightly larger city to go to a bookstore to find books related to that skill.

Someone was pushing aside the grass and walking out from the inside of the forest, and soon a thin old man appeared on the road.

The small body is like that of a seven or eight-year-old child, and his hair and beard have turned white.

The old man found a slightly larger rock and climbed up easily. His sharp skills did not match his image as an old man.

The old man was sitting cross-legged on the stone, holding a blue electronic pocket watch in his hand.

When he saw Qingmu Tsugumi and his group, even though his expression could not be seen clearly due to his hair, his tone felt inexplicably light.

"Are you a passing trainer? Do you want to listen to the old man's flute?"

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice, and Kiyuki Tsuzuma, who was thinking, didn't notice the old man.

The old man did not wait for their answer, but took out a strange-shaped flute. The upper part of the flute looked like an ordinary flute, but the lower part was surrounded by a round part similar to a fairy ball. Look, the whistle that makes the sound is under the Poké Ball.

The clear sound of the flute was just like what the young man had just heard. He closed his eyes in enjoyment and felt inexplicably happy.

When the last note fell, the old man put away the flute and stretched out his hand.

"Please give me a piece of bread for your favor."

"Eh?! Do you need to be paid?" The young man was quite surprised.

I didn't think much of it when I saw it on TV, but now that I'm listening to it in real life, the melody of the flute is quite excellent.

Although there was a suspicion of extortion, a piece of bread placed in the corner was nothing to Kiyomi Tsugumi. He had not touched the bread for a month or two after being teased by the young man.

The old man took the bread that was handed to him, and his words of praise seemed to come for free.

Qing Muji smiled and ignored him, and the group passed the old man. After all, they still had a long way to go.

"No, no, I earned this bread, but I can't give it to you."

Suddenly, an exclamation was heard, coming from the old man behind them. The group of people who had not gone far quickly turned around.

A huge creature appeared, easily hugging the big stone with two hands, and its arms were far beyond it.

The huge elastic cheeks kept rubbing against the old man's body, as if coquettishly.

As if he had lost his temper, the old man reluctantly tore open the package of bread and threw it into the bottomless mouth without hesitation.

‘It’s so big! ’

The foul figure was much larger than the one next to him, which made Qingmu Tsugumi look at it a few more times, and then he saw the expression of the fire-breathing dragon next to him.

The fingers and claws began to grind, and the tail behind him swung restlessly. There was still no expression on his face, but his eyes were staring at the huge beast.

‘Isn’t it? ! ! ! ’

Qing Muji felt that something was going to happen. It seemed that the departure time would be postponed a little bit.

(As for someone questioning me, this salty fish doesn’t even know about the psychological trauma of his own protagonist.

In this regard, it is indeed my fault, because I wrote the first dozen chapters with a dispensable mentality.

Although my attitude gradually changed later on, I began to pay attention to the description of the emotions of the elves and characters. You must know that the psychological trauma I gave the protagonist was a broken lower body and a shadow, so I had to change it. I didn’t want to be so hasty.

I have a complete story about the psychological trauma of the protagonist and I will release it in the future. )