Monthly Calculation System in Pokémon

Chapter 116 Refraction Track Line 1 12 (Claw Machine)

"Wang" How are you doing with your practice? "

The proprietress who was standing nearby smoking looked at Lao Fan and asked him about his recent progress in the practice of "Wang".

"You have to know that it takes a lot of emotion to use this kind of thing."

"so…"

The landlady said with some disappointment in her voice.

"But..."

Lao Fan raised his right hand wearing a black glove, and there were two haloes on his wrist.

"The birth of Cold Blade Agency and the lives of its members were once my hope, weren't they?"

"However, in that rain, everything disappeared and only me, who was in despair, was left. At that moment, hope disappeared and was replaced by despair."

"But now, being with you also gives me hope for the future..."

"And when memories and emotions such as hope, despair, and expectation are superimposed, "hope" is born."

Zhu Moxin said calmly. In the shocked eyes of Vansbaer and "Jones", 12 haloes appeared on Zhu Moxin's wrist and pipe...

"Obviously with your strength, you can definitely be a color-level finisher, but... why?

Vansbaier said in shock. He clearly knew how powerful "hope" was. With the number of auras in the bamboo ink core, she could definitely be a color-level finisher who would leave a name in history, leaving a mark on this gray canvas. The subordinate's own color.

"Simply because I don't want to."

Bamboo Ink Core bit the pipe in her mouth and felt the smoke flowing in her lungs. To be honest, she knew what Vansbaier wanted to say, but power, fame and money were really important to her as a "survivor". It's not that important. The only thing she cares about is family, friendship and a love that she can never realize.

"Xiao Ka... my only regret is that I didn't say I love you when you left."

"Get some rest and don't show off to me."

Looking at Jiutian who insisted on going on stage to kill, Olivia just strangled her neck to prevent him from going on stage.

"It's just a minor injury, why don't you let me play?"

"A minor injury? A minor injury. I can almost see your bones. Is this still a minor injury? Give me a good rest and take care of Moon Eclipse." (Moon Eclipse: I think I can still move.)

"Humph…"

Jiutian snorted with disdain, but he still went to the lounge to take care of our wounded Eclipse.

"So the opponent in this level...

"Damn claw machine!"

Everyone cursed in unison. To be honest, they still had some doubts about the claw machine. If they were caught by that thing... it would be really fatal.

In front of him is a tall robot with many parts including circuit boards and wires, and his eyes are shining with a strange light.

"squeak"

The moment he entered the space, a slap suddenly hit Carlos' face.

"He doesn't have any martial ethics."

Carlos cursed and then quickly dodged to the side. The blow directly hit the ground and made a crater.

"Do you see the weakness?"

Gardevoir leaned next to him. Because they were in the same office, she was very familiar with Carlos. She knew that Carlos was good at finding each other's weaknesses when avoiding.

"It's just like a lump of iron. There's not a piece of it that's not hard on the whole body."

Carlos held his knife behind his back with one hand, staring coldly at the robot with scarlet pupils.

"Haha, little cutie, I just like your cold and ruthless eyes when killing people."

"You have said countless times that you like me..."

"Ha ha."

Gardevoir smoked lightly. Although she was jealous of Carlos and Zhu Moxin, she also sympathized with that woman. The parting words she had never said, the "I love you" but now she knew Carlos It belongs to oneself.

"Squeak!"

The robot suddenly rushed over again, slapping them towards them. Lucario raised his box fiercely, blocking the blow, and then the box still quickly ejected the blade and stabbed the robot's body.

"Crack!"

After joining the Bamboo Ink Office, the boss lady completely upgraded his weapons and replaced these blades with special blades made by the Bamboo Ink Office. These blades can easily leave bamboo ink on the enemy's body.

"Boss Boss, it seems that your weapons technology has not passed the technical inspection of Tres Association at all. Aren't you afraid that the leader will come to your door and kill us all?"

"Ah…"

Zhu Moxin smoked a cigarette calmly and spoke calmly.

"Don't worry...let alone the association, even if you are the leader, you have to look at the Buddha's face even if you don't look at the monk's face. They won't attack me just because of a trivial matter. After all, in a certain way..."

"I didn't expect that a beautiful woman like you could make weapons. It really opened my eyes." (Yes, all the weapons at Zhumo Office are made by the proprietress.)

"Purge!"

Dorothy broke the mechanical arm that was swinging towards him with a nail, and then the streamer caught his body. The nail fell crazily with the electric current on his body, leaving the handler's gaze on him.

"Conviction and crucifixion!"

After being shocked a few times by Dorothy's current, some of the robot's circuit systems had problems, causing him to be stunned for a short time. Then he stabbed his body three times with a spike, leaving three n company nails.

"The momentum is like a broken bamboo."

Gardevoir pulled out the Tang Sword tied to his waist and swung the sword quickly, leaving traces of bamboo ink on the robot's body.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, a mechanical hand shot out from the robot's chest and grabbed them in the sky.

"This accuracy is much worse than the claw machine in the mirror maze."

Dorothy laughed coldly, and then dodged back to avoid the blow. Seeing that the blow failed, he planned to catch others.

"Squeak!"

The robot claw grabbed Gardevoir. Gardevoir calmly added tobacco leaves to his pipe. As the robot grabbed the empty space, he decided to catch the third person.

"Oh, cutie, you caught the wrong person. Carlos was observing the robot's weaknesses while dodging the grab above his head."

"Squeak!"

The robot missed and at the same time his heart was exposed. Carlos and the others seized the opportunity and directly attacked his heart and broke it.

"Oh, it's a pity that you are much weaker than the one in the mirror space."

daily urban jokes

What kind of people are the lunatics and perverts in the city?

The answer is: People who like truth, goodness and beauty more than money.

I will stay calm and laugh with you.

(On the author’s birthday, after finishing the small cake, I also wish everyone a happy and happy family reunion.)