"Hey hey hey, do you guys think number 66 will come to the competition today?"
"Who knows, I also want him to come, but today is already the fifth day, he might have already gotten off the boat."
In the noisy audience, two men were talking at the top of their lungs, but the topic of their conversation was Mo Yan, who hadn't appeared for five days.
As the youngest person to win five matches in a row, Mo Yan's popularity was at its peak after the fifth match.
Some people even guessed that Mo Yan's sixth match would be 10: 1, because his performance was too dazzling, causing many people to blindly chase after him.
But, just as everyone was waiting for number 66's sixth match, he disappeared, no longer participating!
Even now, there were still many people who were waiting for Mo Yan to appear, which was quite rare.
While they were talking about number 66, he was in his room packing his luggage. After sitting on the cruise for almost half a month, they were finally about to reach their destination.
"Don't move, go play somewhere else."
Mo Yan picked up the black Lalouras with one hand and threw him to the corner of the bed, not letting him rummage through the things in his bag.
Just as Chanaido had said, there were subtle differences in her personality in different forms.
Chanai Duo was gentle and generous, while Lalouras was a bit lively and a bit arrogant.
After shaking his head and tidying up his bangs, Lalouras jumped off the bed and ran to rummage through other things.
"The snacks aren't there, I'll give you whatever you want." Mo Yan put down the folded clothes and said helplessly.
Lalouras immediately stopped messing around when he heard this and ran over, raising his head like a cow drinking. Even though he didn't eat anything, he still licked his lips vividly.
"Here, it's the last bottle." Mo Yan took out a bottle of honey milk from a small bag and handed it to Lalouras.
The honey milk made from the sweet honey brewed by the bees and the grass goat's milk produced by the mounts was naturally nutritious, and the taste instantly captured all the elves' attention.
However, Lalouras seemed to be very eager for it. Every few days, he would run to George to ask for it, and he would hold the bottle and swing it around.
When Lalouras drank the Honey Milk for the first time, it was so excited that it almost cried. It had lived for a long time, but this was the first time it discovered that there was something so delicious in the world.
This made Lalouras feel conflicted. Should he defect to George's side? That way, he would have an endless supply of honey milk.
"Ton, ton, ton, ton, ton ~"
After Lalouras easily finished off the entire jar of Honey Milk, he hugged the empty bottle and laid on the ground without a care for his image. Finally, he stopped.
"Does anyone want supper?"
At this moment, George's voice came from outside the door. Before Mo Yan could say anything, Lalouras, who had been lying on the ground, had already rushed out.
"…"
After so many days of working together, Mo Yan and Lalouras were able to coexist peacefully. They even had a tacit understanding, and the biggest contributor was George.
Because Lalouras was a complete glutton!
Most of the elves liked to eat very different food from humans, and their tastes were also very different.
However, Lalouras was different. He liked both human and elven food.
At first, George was still conflicted. Was it because he didn't find the most suitable taste for Lalouras? Later, he realized that Lalouras was just a glutton.
Moreover, his digestion was also very fast. His fist-sized stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he felt like he couldn't fill it at all.
Just like now, he had clearly just finished a large jar of Honey Milk, but when he heard that there was food, he ran away as if Mo Yan had abused him.
The supper was a bowl of sweet and sour rice balls that warmed the stomach. The three of them ate while chatting casually, planning their actions on the Battle Island.
The Battle Island was not big, but it was divided into the West Harbor and the East Harbor. Few people were interested in the West Harbor, and there were no unique wilderness exploration spots.
The East Harbor was much more lively, so not only was there a Battle Hall, there was also a more famous exploration stone cave, where many excellent Coco Dolas lived.
The Coco Dolas' racial talent was almost on par with the three families of the Yu family. Coupled with their excellent resistance and extremely strong defensive ability, they were very popular among the trainers.
Mo Yan was not very interested in subduing them, but if he could meet the leader of a clan, he would still be interested in a battle.
After eating supper, Mo Yan chased Lalouras to its small bed and went back to his room to rest.
The next day, the three of them settled the gambling tickets in their hands, but miraculously, no one made things difficult for them.
Even Mo Yan could not believe that Dafu would let him go so easily and not pursue the matter.
Close to noon, the Battle Island finally appeared in front of everyone. The three of them had already packed their luggage and silently waited on the deck. There were many people disembarking from the Battle Island.
"Hey, it's the captain!"
"Hello, Captain Dafu!"
"Hello, Mr. Dafu!"
"…"
There was a commotion in the formation at the back. Mo Yan looked in the direction of the sound and found that Dafu was smiling and greeting people he knew.
His popularity was not low!
"Mo Yan …" George gently reminded Mo Yan. He always felt that Dafu appeared at this time to cause trouble.
George's intuition was obviously very accurate. Although Dafu had been greeting everyone, his footsteps did not stop at all and went straight to Mo Yan.
There was no way to hide. Silently watching Dafu approach step by step, Mo Yan's eyes flashed, and his heart was in turmoil.
"We meet again, little friend Mo Yan," Dafu came over and said with a kind smile. Then he reached out and gestured for him to go somewhere else to talk.
"Captain Dafu, what's the matter?" Walking to a place with fewer people, Mo Yan took the initiative to ask. Strictly speaking, they did not have a falling out.
"I've been too busy these past two days and didn't have time to chat with you. At that time, little brother Adam asked me to take good care of you."
"This sea journey was very interesting. The many battles also let me learn a lot …"
Just as Dafu and Mo Yan were talking, the people around them also began to whisper. Very quickly, someone recognized that Mo Yan was the famous contestant number 66 in the competition.
The discussion instantly became louder.
Mo Yan could feel the noisy discussion around him and could not help but frown slightly. "Captain Dafu, if there's nothing else, I'll go back. The ship is about to stop."
"There's no hurry. I'm actually here to apologize to you. My subordinates … and of course, myself included. Sometimes, the more they do things, the more they gradually forget their original intentions."
Mo Yan did not speak, quietly watching Captain Dafu look into the distance. Obviously, he had not finished speaking.
"I'm a businessman, but I've always admired and yearned for trainers who were free. Because of this, I've sponsored many young trainers who had potential but were forced by the pressure of reality."
First set a small goal, such as 1 second. Remember: Book House
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