The Floral Therapy Bracelet could make a wreath out of the flowers it picked. When it met someone it liked, it would give the wreath to that person.
Obviously, the Floral Therapy Bracelet fell in love with George at first sight!
"You're a doctor?"
The old man asked curiously. It was the first time he saw the Floral Therapy Bracelet being so close to someone.
George put down his hand that was playing with the Floral Therapy Bracelet and shook his head at the old man.
"I'm an Elven trainer. Most of my companions are support-type Elves. Perhaps the Floral Therapy Bracelet felt that their aura was more intimate, so it got close to me."
The old man nodded and silently looked at the Floral Therapy Bracelet that was happily circling George.
"The Floral Therapy Bracelet likes you very much. If you want, you can take it away."
Suddenly, the old man said faintly. Anyone could hear the reluctance in his voice.
The Floral Therapy Bracelet also heard the old man's words and hurriedly floated over to him. Its eyes were full of dependence and panic, as if it had been abandoned.
"Mimu ~ ~ ~"
The Floral Therapy Bracelet skillfully circled around the old man. Small pink flowers condensed from pure energy floated out and quickly merged into the old man's body.
The Floral Therapy Bracelet's exclusive skill, Floral Therapy!
The old man's sallow and dull face instantly became a lot rosier. Even his turbid eyes became brighter and cleaner.
"Alright, Floral Therapy Bracelet. That's all my body can do. I'll be at ease if I can help you find a good master before I leave."
"Mimu ~ ~ ~ (? Í _ ì?) "
The old man gently touched the teary Floral Therapy Bracelet and then firmly pushed it toward George.
"We made a promise, didn't we?"
Hearing this, the Floral Therapy Bracelet's tears instantly fell, but it still obediently stopped beside George.
"Sir …" George wanted to say something, but the old man casually waved his hand to stop him.
"I don't ask who you are, and I don't need you to do anything for me. The Floral Therapy Bracelet chose you, so please take good care of it.
Give me one elven coin, and you can go! "
As the old man spoke, he placed the Floral Therapy Ring pokeball on the counter, stubbornly insisting on completing the transaction.
George wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he silently took out a one-yuan elven coin from his pocket and gently placed it on the counter.
"The transaction is complete. The Floral Healing Ring is now your sprite. That's all."
The old man blankly picked up the one yuan coin, only to see that the flower therapy ring was about to pounce on him again.
His lips moved slightly, as if he was giving an order.
The next moment, a small gray monster suddenly appeared on the old man's shoulder. In a flash of white light, the man and his pet disappeared.
"Mini (?????)!!"
After realizing that the old man had really left, she burst into tears, but her body still subconsciously circled around the old man's original position.
George gently hugged the sorrowful Flower Healing Bracelet in his arms, at the same time secretly transferring a bit of Toki-Pan's power into its body.
After crying for a while, the Floral Therapy Ring's voice gradually became softer. Under the comfort of the Toki-Pan's power, it quickly fell into a deep sleep.
George gently put it back into the pokeball. After secretly letting out a sigh of relief, he looked at the small shop again.
There was really nothing left.
"George, this Floral Therapy Ring's talent is very, very high." Mo Yan thought for a while and took the initiative to say.
"Yes, I'll ask my uncle to help me find this old man. The Floral Therapy Ring definitely won't want to say goodbye to him so hastily."
After that, the three of them fell into silence again, and the atmosphere was very gloomy.
When the old man accepted the elven coin, it was obvious that he clearly told George that they had "cleared the deal", and the meaning of entrusting him to George was not too obvious.
George also noticed that when the old man reached out to take the elven coin, there were obviously many wounds on his arm left by the intravenous drip.
"Alright, alright, we don't have to be so gloomy. This trip can be considered a good harvest. As for the old man's matter, George will work hard to have a clear conscience."
Senior Liangguang comforted him, then urged the two of them to continue walking.
However, because of the Floral Therapy Ring, George obviously did not have the mood to continue walking around.
Although he did not say it, nor did he deliberately show it, Mo Yan could still tell from his dazed eyes that he was in a trance.
"It's about time. Senior Liangguang, bring us to Mark and return to the hotel."
Senior Liangguang glanced at George and nodded. Then, he sent out The Dream Monster.
"The Dream Monster, I sent your brother to look after a friend of mine. Bring us to meet up."
"Dream!"
It was obviously not the first time The Dream Monster had done this. After nodding lightly, she closed her eyes and began to sense the location of her twin brother.
"Dream!"
The Dream Monster quickly opened her eyes. After letting out a soft cry, she consciously floated to the front to lead the way.
In less than ten minutes, Mo Yan and the other two found Mark in the Free Trade Zone, who was excitedly haggling over the price.
When they saw Mark himself, he was pointing at something on the stall, his spittle flying everywhere as he criticized what he thought was the flaw.
However, after listening carefully, the three of them could only twitch their mouths speechlessly.
"This fossil is so ugly. How can it be sold? You should polish this thing and carve it into a better shape. Maybe someone will buy it!"
"Are you going to buy it or not?" The stall owner looked up and looked down at Mark with his nostrils.
"Oh, I'm not buying it."
"If you're not buying it, scram! You've been nagging for so long, but you can't change the fact that you're a pauper! "
The Free Trade Zone was the place where trainers conducted their own offline transactions.
There were all kinds of people in this place. Most of the people who came here were hoping to pick up some scraps.
After all, they were all members of the Alliance who were Level 3 and above. Who would not be confident in their judgment and luck?
"How can you tell that I'm poor? Do I look like someone who can't afford a fossil?" Mark was immediately dissatisfied and continued to curse.
"Sure, my fossil is clearly priced at two hundred thousand. I can sell it to you for one hundred thousand, but can you afford it?"
The stall owner pointed at the sign hanging in front of the fossil. It was indeed clearly priced.
"I … I …" Mark began to search his pockets. In a fit of anger, he really wanted to buy the fossil. After all, he was one of the three big shots of the Dark Night Dojo. He still had some money.
However, he searched left, right, front, and back, but he could not find his wallet.
Oh, I forgot to bring it!
Looking at the stall owner's undisguised sneer and the surrounding onlookers, Mark instantly broke out in cold sweat.
Sh * t, this was the feeling of being embarrassed!
At this moment, Silent Yan and the other two suddenly walked to Ma Ke's side and surrounded him from left, right, and back.
Mo Yan calmly took out a Calo Si bank card.
"Use this card. I didn't bring cash."
"Boss (ノ ≧? ∀) ノ!! "
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