009.Traditional Performing Arts (Part II)

Seeing that the little fire dragon staggered and would fall down at any time, Quartz felt distressed for a while.

He turned his head and glared at Huang Songtao fiercely, with a fierce expression: "Keep your eyes open and see who is Five, this time for Uncle Huang's sake, spare your dog's life, but if you play these dirty tricks again, you will have your good fruit to eat." ”

Huang Songtao was stared at by the little fire dragon for a while, and his legs were frightened, but seeing that Quartz seemed to have the intention of letting him go, he was so angry that he was angry and roared at Quartz's back: "You wait for labor and management!" Labor and management will buy stronger elves and beat you to smithereens! Labor and management should put on..."

Quartz, who was drifting away, didn't look back, only raised his hand that was not holding the umbrella and gave him a middle finger.

Quartz was injured, and every step hurt so much that he bared his teeth, and he didn't take a few steps with his umbrella, and he found that the situation of the little fire dragon was not optimistic, and it couldn't even walk steadily.

He hurriedly squatted down and held the little fire dragon in his arms, carefully protecting its gradually faint tail flame, the little guy's weight of ten pounds was nothing to quartz in normal times, but now it made him feel a little difficult.

"I remember that the animation said that if the tail flame of the little fire dragon is extinguished, it will be life-threatening, and the little fire dragon must be sent to the elf center for treatment immediately..."

Quartz didn't run a few steps while holding the little fire dragon, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, yes, I have a Poke Ball! It's touching to treat it in your arms, but wouldn't it be more scientific to take the little fire dragon back into the Poké Ball and then go to the Spirit Center to heal it?

I was really brainwashed by the bloody plot in the animation...

Speaking of dog blood.

"After being abandoned by the master, you meet the Ming Lord, and then defeat the original owner and raise your eyebrows." This kind of plot seems to be the traditional art of the fire lord (fire system royal three elves) in the animation.

Quartz vomited in his heart, and his hands were not idle, he took out the little fire dragon's poke ball and put it in front of it and said softly: "Go in and rest, little fire dragon, I'll take you to the elf center to heal." ”

The little fire dragon nodded weakly: "Woo~"

With a flash of silver light, Quartz looked at the Poke Ball in his hand, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Well done, little fire dragon, you're amazing."

The little fire dragon performed really amazing in the battle just now, but it also has an inseparable relationship with quartz, and while unleashing the characteristics of fierce fire, they have established a mysterious and mysterious magical connection between them, as if they have a heart to heart with each other and become a whole.

It was obviously the first time he and the little fire dragon had fought together, but everything went very smoothly.

The tactics he conceived in a flash of inspiration in his mind were understood by the little fire dragon without verbal communication at all, and they were implemented beautifully, and the result was to defeat the enemy with one blow and win neatly.

The shouting move was just because Quartz was fighting for the first time, and he couldn't help but burst out and wanted to shout.

Hiss... This feeling seems to have been seen somewhere, and the sense of déjà vu is so strong.

Could it be that this is the legendary power of the three phases in the anime (the power of the waveguide, the power of Chaoke, and the power of Tokiwa)?

Sure enough, the crossing party comes with its own golden finger.

It's me!

His feet were running fast, and his mind was spinning fast, but unfortunately they were all meaningless crooked.

The location of the community where the quartz family lives is actually good, within the most prosperous business district in the new city, (Huang Songtao said "there is not even an underground garage" is purely nothing to look for, of course there is an underground garage, but not long after their building was built, it shares the entrance and exit of the garage with other buildings, and it is necessary to walk around a big circle there) There is an elf center not far from his house, so he rushed there to send the little fire dragon to the staff for treatment after running under the heavy rain.

The small treasury, which was already deflated, is now completely ruined.

Now, quartz is facing another huge trouble - how to deal with the aftermath.

Running out halfway through eating and getting soaked and bruised, how to explain it to the family?

With Huang Songtao's face torn, how to deal with it?

Thinking of this, his head hurts a little, although it is said that there is a surveillance video at home to testify from the side, but what if Huang Songtao, a slut, reverses black and white? His character is not worth expecting anything at all.

Quartz scratched his head and decided to contact his parents first.

The Elf Center is also a public place, and it is ten o'clock in the evening, the hall is empty and quiet without a little noise, Quartz took out his mobile phone and wiped it a few times with the T-shirt that had been wrung out, and walked out of the Elf Center while dialing the phone for his mother.

There was still a storm outside, and there was a tendency to get worse, Quartz just went out and was hurt by the strong wind blowing in his face, but as a good boy with quality and morality, he still insisted on talking outside.

This time, the phone was answered after a while, and the voice of my mother on the other end of the phone could be heard suppressing her anger: "Hey! Where did you go? Why did you kid run away without making a sound, and wouldn't come for half a day, how worried we are about you like this. ”

Quartz had already prepared the draft before the call:

"Mom, did you see the message I sent you? Nope... Has Uncle Huang and his son arrived? No, no, no, we're not together. I'm in the elf center across the street from my home, and I can't tell you clearly on the phone, I'll explain it to you when you come over... Boom!!! ”

The strange sound at the end of the call was made by a cold, damp mass of something slamming down on his face.

…………

The next morning.

Quartz sat in a wheelchair and struggled to turn his head to look out the window, where it was shining.

At this time, he wore a fixed white plastic neck brace around his neck, and he also had a hanging needle on his hand, which can be said to be very miserable.

Quartz sighed and couldn't help but think:

Why is this happening?

For the first time, I had my own elve, and I won the first battle.

Two happy things coincide.

And these two happiness bring me more happiness.

What you get is supposed to be a happy time like a dream.

But why, it turned out to be like this...

At this time, the cousin carried a small plastic bag and a milky white thing on her head, and jumped into the infusion room where he was.

"Here, breakfast."

She put the plastic bag containing the bun and soy milk on Quartz's lap, and hurriedly took the lump of things off her head and hugged it in her arms, rubbing her cheeks non-stop.

But this lump... No, the flimpy creature seemed to be very disgusted by his cousin's intimate behavior, and let out a dissatisfied voice weakly: "Ahh

Its white head is adorned with two jasper button-like oval eyes, and the top and bottom of its head are cream-colored fluffy parts, and on the back of this fluffy part is a golden star-shaped stalk that resembles the part of a vegetable attached to its stem.

The little sheep-like ears hung limply on either side of the face, and under each ear was a curled, notched golden leaf—a ball of kapok, or a different color.