Elf: Is the bear apprentice the weakest? I'll shatter the sky with my fists.

Ailin has completely accepted Li Chen's behavior...

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The crystal rain curtain gradually thinned, and the reflected rainbow seemed to be slowly wiped away by an invisible hand.

N stood quietly in the center of the gradually subsiding energy vortex, with undevaporated rain still hanging on the ends of his hair.

When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were deep in the emerald pupils.

The green and black seeds are quietly merging.

N looked at Li Chen and said solemnly: "Li Chen, thank you."

Li Chen laughed awkwardly, not taking it seriously: "We're just buddies, what are you thanking me for?"

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Chapter 513 Check-in at the Hotel

From 8 to 12 o'clock, they beat the tiles, and after midnight, they smoked Jiraiya. They are a group of gods.

My roommate kept me busy late at night so I couldn't type. Please understand, brothers, the quality will be a little worse.

PS: Being forced out means walking from the dormitory to the downstairs. The night wind and mosquitoes at 3am are really terrible.

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Li Chen looked around.

Overturned plates, broken chandeliers, and musicians huddled in the corner, shivering.

He suddenly chuckled, his fingertips tapping out a cheerful rhythm on the cracked tabletop.

"It seems..."

A fragment of the crystal chandelier happened to fall into his tea, causing subtle ripples. "This celebration dinner has to be rescheduled."

N was bending over to pick up the menu that had been affected by the lightning and fire when his fingertips trembled at the words. The gilded words "Victor's Special" were now covered with fingerprints interwoven with charred black and frost.

"Sorry." His voice was soft, but it strangely calmed the commotion in the entire restaurant.

When the waiter saw the dragon shadow flashing in the young man's eyes when he looked up, the tray in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

It was no longer the fanaticism of a pure idealist, but something refined... something even more terrifying...

At this time, three-colored figures walked through the messy restaurant, and their leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the crystal fragments.

Tiantong's bow tie was askew, but he still maintained the elegant demeanor of a sommelier. "Are the two distinguished guests injured?"

As he spoke, his eyes lingered on N's face for a second longer.

I could feel the lingering dragon might there.

Burt's red hair swayed like a flame amidst the burning smell, and the cuffs of his chef's coat were still stained with sauce from rescuing ingredients. "There's some fruit salad left in the kitchen... Want some to calm you down?"

Cohen silently handed over two chilled towels, and drops of water dripped down his cobalt blue bangs.

The shadows of the three brothers intertwined in the mess on the ground, miraculously forming a complete Poké Ball pattern.

"I'm sorry for leaving your restaurant like this. Do you want any compensation?"

Li Chen took out the alliance coins from his pocket, and the rustling sound of the paper rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the quiet restaurant.

He paused as he looked up, his eyes scanning the cracked marble floor and twisted metal decorations.

"No need."

Tiantong suddenly held Li Chen's hand, with the fragrance of fruit on his fingertips.

As he turned, his tricolor bow tie swirled in the morning light. "There's a rule at the Battle Restaurant: as long as the customers and Pokémon are safe, everything else is scenery that can be repaired."

Bert, who was hitting the deformed wok with a spoon, laughed out loud when he heard this.

Cohen was already squatting in front of the Eruption, tying a blue ribbon around its neck.

"Well, thank you. We'll be leaving first. See you again if we're lucky."

Li Chen stood up, his shoes making a crackling sound as they stepped on the broken glass illuminated by neon lights.

He nodded slightly to the three brothers, and the moonlight cast a light gray shadow on his drooping eyelashes.

The three brothers wanted to say something, but when they saw Li Chen's mood, they forgot what they wanted to say for a moment.

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The night wind blew through the gaps between the buildings, turning N's long green hair into a flowing waterfall.

He suddenly reached out and caught a falling restaurant flyer, the charred edge rustling between his fingers.

Li Chen took out the Poké Ball and took back the Uruk-Yokohama.

Before the red light faded, the two of them walked side by side into the dark alley where the neon lights could not reach.

N's shadow swayed gently on the mottled wall, and it seemed to be more lively than before.

The doorbell of a convenience store in the distance rang, startling the pigeon perched on the billboard.

Although the two of them didn't eat much, they still filled their stomachs and didn't feel hungry.

"Let's stay here tonight."

Li Chen stopped under a flickering street light, the orange halo stretching his shadow very long.

He raised his hand and pointed to the old-fashioned hotel on the corner.

The neon sign was missing the radical for the character "酒", and the words "佑店" were stubbornly flashing in the night.

N followed his gaze and could see the dragon-attributed elf ornaments displayed at the front desk through the foggy window.

Wind chimes tinkled beneath the porch, like the distant hum of Zekrom.

N nodded slightly: "Okay, here it is."

Li Chen pushed open the carved glass door, and the old hinges groaned with age.

N followed silently. When his green hair brushed past the door frame, it startled the electric bugs living on it. Tiny electric sparks formed a fleeting web behind them.

Coming to the mottled wooden counter, the owner was sitting on a recliner.

That was an old man.

He cast a scrutinizing gaze over the top of his reading glasses. His bony knuckles tapped the yellowed price list, causing the tea stems in the enamel cup to tremble. "Five thousand, breakfast not included."

Li Chen's fingertips lightly flicked the edge of the banknote, and the ten thousand yuan banknote spread out on the table like butterfly wings.

The old man stretched out his hand covered with age spots, but suddenly paused before touching the banknotes.

"Two adjoining rooms."

Li Chen pushed the banknotes across the scratch on the counter, and the old man saw it and slid the metal key over.

The patent leather of the mini Pokéball decoration hanging on the key ring had long since peeled off and turned into black and white.

The two of them didn't say much, but went straight upstairs.

The old stairs groaned under the weight, stirring up fine dust with every step.

Li Chen's fingertips brushed across the curled dragon pattern on the wallpaper. The peeling gold powder stuck to his fingertips, and it was obviously quite old.

N suddenly stopped at the corner, and the moonlight shining through the stained glass window divided his profile into blocks of blue and black.

The key to the room at the end of the corridor felt slightly warm in his palm, causing N to glance sideways.

The two silent figures disappeared into the dim corridor, leaving only a series of crisscrossing footprints on the wooden floor.

Something heavier than the night dew is quietly seeping into the growth rings of this old hotel...

The wooden floor of the old hotel made a subtle crackling sound in the middle of the night.

Li Chen walked out of the bathroom, wiping his wet hair. The moonlight was casting the shadow of the window frame on the faded carpet.

As soon as he touched the pillow, his consciousness was pulled into the vortex of dreams.

Irene's soul had already condensed into a physical body. As soon as they met, she pressed Li Chen directly into the iris bushes at the edge of the dream.

"miss you..."

"Me too."

Li Chen's fingertips passed through Irene's hair, and the touch of his soul body felt like silk woven by moonlight, vibrating with a faint electric current.

He moved his palm downwards, and although he was touching nothingness, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature and curves of the body in his memory.

"Li Chen, it's almost there..."

Irene suddenly buried her face in his chest, her soul body glowing.

Her voice was muffled, with an imperceptible tremor, and her fingertips drew circles on his heart: "On the day of resurrection... you must come to pick me up with clothes... I want the softest fabric..."

The irises in the dream suddenly grew wildly, wrapping the two of them into a cocoon.

The light of Reshiram's fire could be heard in the distance, but it could not disperse the glowing mist.

It contained Irene's expectations that she was too embarrassed to speak out:

The first hug after resurrection must not be through this damn soul.

Chapter 514 N is moved?

The night gradually dissipated.

When the morning light shone through the mist at the edge of the dream, Irene was curled up in Li Chen's arms like a sated Vulpix.

Her soul body was wrapped in bright blue silk threads at some point - those were the restraints woven by Li Chen using dream energy.

"Li Chen..."

As Irene struggled, her hair fluttered in the wind. She punched Li Chen's chest tenderly, but her fist was as soft as cotton candy. "You are simply... bad..."

The remaining three syllables disappeared into the other person's shoulder, and the tips of the elf's ears turned red enough to seem to bleed.

"If you dare to say something bad about me again, I won't bring you any clothes. Then you can come out wrapped in bandages."

Li Chen's lips were almost touching Irene's hot elf ears. The hot breath he exhaled made the translucent ear tips tremble slightly, and his fingertips hooked a strand of her glowing hair.

"you--!"

(.?ˇ_ˇ?。:)

Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Irene used light particles to form angry emoticons in the air.

She tried to grab Li Chen's collar, but forgot that her soul was being held in his arms. "It's minus seventy degrees Celsius out there. Do you want to see me frozen into an ice sculpture?"

Li Chen suddenly tightened his arms and pressed the angry soul against his chest.

"What are you afraid of..."

His laughter shook his chest. "There's always room for you on the inside of my coat."

As he spoke, Li Chen's fingertips suddenly ignited an indigo flame unique to dreams, burning all the way down Irene's spine, and his mouth bit the trembling elf's ear tips.

"It seems that some people... thought last night's 'training' was too gentle?"

Irene instantly tensed up, but he grabbed her wrist with premeditated moves and pressed her into the bunch of flowers.

The morning light shone through the dream sky, casting the shadows of the two people on the cedar.

Outside the door.

N was confusedly withdrawing his hand that was about to knock on the door, but he didn't know that in the dream on the other side of the wall, someone was being tortured by the "morning special training" to the point that his soul was almost falling apart.

The special training ended and Li Chen was just about to get up.

As a result, Irene pulled herself again.

"what happened, Babe?"