"I was just asking why you wanted to use the Heavy Ball to subdue Lucario, but now I know the answer," Mo Yan grinned and explained.
"Hehe, Boss, you finally realized. Look, look, I used a grey Heavy Ball for Lucario, a sky-blue Diving Ball for Ride the Dragon, a white Souvenir Ball for Poquís, and a green Souvenir Ball for Artificial Cell Eggs.
I haven't found a suitable one for Abbo-monster, but I heard that there's a purple Pokeball called the Master Ball. I'm going to find a chance to get my hands on it and give it to my Abbo-monster! "
Mo Yan's mouth twitched. He could say that it was a personal preference, and he couldn't refute that. But do you know what the Master Ball is?
Is it something you can get just because you want it?
"… I think you're too full of yourself," Mo Yan didn't know where to start complaining.
"Full of myself? I'm not fat! "Mark blinked and retorted confidently as he touched the faint abs on his stomach.
"Good luck, Mark. I have faith in you. The Master Ball will definitely be yours," George encouraged Mark with a smile.
"Hahahaha, isn't it just a special Pokeball? It'll be easy. Brother George, do you want it? I'll give you one when the time comes."
"Thank you, Mark. I'll be waiting," George was still smiling. Mark, who was still immersed in the joy of subduing Lucario, didn't notice anything strange.
Mo Yan witnessed everything and suddenly felt that the two of them were really childish!
"Then I'll reluctantly be your witness, in case someone goes back on his word."
"Boss! Am I the kind of person who would go back on his word for a Pokeball? " Seeing that Lucario was still beside him, Mark didn't want Mo Yan to have a bad impression of him. He was determined to get the Master Ball, and two at that!
"Okay, I'll wait and see."
Due to Lucario's sudden appearance, the three of them were delayed.
It was also because of Lucario's participation that George began to prepare lunch in advance and prepared a welcome meal for Lucario.
Seeing that there was still some time before lunch, Mark, who was still in high spirits, did not hesitate to extend his claws towards Mo Yan and George's elves after introducing them.
The three of them had more than ten elves in total, and none of them were simple creatures. Each of them even had a story worth telling.
Therefore, under Mark's 30% boastful and 70% honest introduction, Lucario began to pay his respects with a serious face.
"This is Soroilhac, Boss's initial sprite. He has accompanied Boss through days of bloodshed, and is also our acknowledged big brother …"
"This is the Geng Gui, and he almost never stays in the pokeball. Boss' shadow is his favorite place. Don't be fooled by his ghostly appearance, but the Geng Gui believes in Buddhism. What a joke … Ah! Geng Gui, why did you hit me? "
The Geng Gui sighed and bowed to Mark. It turned around and tugged at Mark. After giving him a glittering look, it slowly went back into Mo Yan's shadow.
"Luca?" Lucario kindly helped his trainer up, and then saw him angrily run in front of the trainer called Mo Yan.
"Boss, your Geng Gui is tugging at me!"
"Oh, then pull it back."
"I, I, I, I can't touch it …"
"Joo Joo, pull your master over. Don't embarrass yourself," Mo Yan turned around and said to the artificial cell egg.
"Bao Wa!"
The artificial cell egg obediently answered, and then activated its telekinesis. It directly controlled Mark and threw him to the furthest corner of the camp.
"Joo Joo, whose sprite are you?!"
"Bao Wa?"
The artificial cell egg looked at Mark, then looked at Mo Yan, and then slowly floated to George's side.
Sure enough, it still liked George the most. >?
Lucario saw everything from start to finish, and he had a rough idea of what was going on.
In this group, Moyan's words were absolute, and he was everyone's boss. George controlled all the food and had a high status.
As for his trainer, Mark, he felt like everyone was raising a mascot.
Damn it, why did he choose the Poquís back then? Why did he f * cking become Mark's sprite?
Lucario couldn't understand.
…
"Cheers!"
Mo Yan and the other two, along with more than ten sprites, shouted at the same time. In an instant, a large group of Mukeres flew out of the Forest.
Lucario looked in shock at the delicious food in front of him that he had never seen before, and suddenly felt that becoming a trainer's sprite wasn't that hard to accept.
But why was this trainer Mark?
"Lucario, come, come, come. Brother George made this especially for you. Try it and see if it's to your liking?"
Mark suddenly put a plate of iron-gray food in front of Lucario, looking at him with a face full of hope.
Lucario looked at the Mark in front of him, and for a moment, he felt that Mark wasn't bad.
Forget it, I've been subdued anyway. Since I can't resist, I'll just enjoy it.
"Ah woo ~ Luca! Luluka … "
Lucario only took a casual bite, but the deliciousness that hit his soul instantly made all four of his ears stand straight.
"Delicious, right? Brother George is a top sprite trainer. If you follow me in the future, you'll be able to eat and drink like this every day!"
"Haha, you'll cook Lucario's food next time." George sneered. How shameless was he to offer Lucario's food in front of the owner of the flower?
"Brother George …" Mark was shocked. He winked at George, hinting at him. Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a strong wind blow past him.
"Luca! Luca! "
At that moment, Lucario had already come to George's side, massaging his shoulders and back with a serious face, as if he was not a bootlicker, but just worried that Brother George was too tired.
"I didn't expect you to be such a Lucario …" Mark murmured in a low voice, not daring to believe what he saw.
Mo Yan watched the whole process and couldn't help but shake his head. Luckily, he didn't subdue Lucario. This bootlicker was the best proof that he and Mark were fated.
"Not bad, not bad. I'll take care of all your meals from now on. Go and eat, it won't taste good when it's cold." George nodded at Lucario with satisfaction and waved his hand to send him away.
"Luca!"
Lucario used the most serious and serious face to do the most courteous thing without blushing at all. He even vaguely launched a wave of disdain at Mark.
He couldn't even guarantee his companion's three meals a day, and he had to do it personally. He really couldn't see the direction of the future!
"Okay, hurry up and finish your meal. We've been delayed for a long time."
Boss Mo Yan had spoken. Mark and the elfins subconsciously sped up their eating speed.
Lucario saw this scene and was even more certain of his judgment in his heart.
Mark, a mascot, had a status equal to or even lower than the elfins.
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