Berserker Fanma once again awkwardly returned to the exclusive ward with his Master.

How many times has this scene happened? Why is it you who gets hurt every time?

Wei Ligavalo was very excited at this time. He looked at Yong Cilang, whose eyes were unfamiliar and even indifferent, and said with a disappointed look on his face: "Afu, you have changed! Do you feel it? You are no longer the original you! Yours

Reason is being dominated by instinct, and you are gradually turning into the shape of Yujiro Fanma!"

Yongjiro showed a sneer and said disdainfully: "No! You are wrong, I am Yujiro Fanma! Things like Afu have been dead long ago!"

"No! Wake up! Don't be fooled by Berserker's instinctive control anymore, I..."

Before the seriously injured and weak Master could finish speaking, Yujiro suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed him down on the bed. At this moment, the testosterone level of Yujiro Fanma, a scorn in the world, increased crazily, his eyes became more and more dangerous, and at first he revealed an indescribable expression.

Weird smile.

"Master, don't you know that it is very dangerous to be alone with me? I missed the ripe little apple, but it doesn't matter. Guess what I found? A kind that is no worse than a little apple and can completely make me enjoy it again

A prey that breaks through the bottom line! The taste of Pokémon is something I have always wanted to know."

The pupils of Wei Li Gavaro tightened into a line, looking at each other in shock, panic, uneasiness, and disbelief. It remembered the wild laughter (Yong Cilang) and screams (Ghost Baby) coming from the basement last night, and the unknown feeling in its heart

More and more intense.

"Hahahaha...hehehehe! Hehehehehe! Jiejiejiejiejie...! Master, I want you to help me practice!"

Tear!

Tear!

Tear!

"No! Don't come here! I order you as the master!"

"It's too late! It's too late! It's too late! Your command spell has been used up a long time ago, and you can no longer forcefully order me. Little Apple, it's too late, I'm coming in!"

"Ah!!! Captain, captain, please save me!"

On the first floor, in the lobby, the resurrected old bug was hiding in the corner and shivering. Taoist White Bones snapped his fingers, wrapped the first floor with a soundproof barrier, and continued to discuss the next tactics.

He ignored Wei Li's screams because in today's battle, he discovered that Yong Cilang who had eaten the 'Forbidden Milkshake' was indeed very brave and much stronger. Wei Li was just a master. In just a short time

It cannot continue to grow for a few days.

On the contrary, his ability has long been figured out by Black's Saber. The reason why today's battle was so disastrous and so fast was because the enemy figured out his weakness.

Therefore, connivance and acquiescence in allowing Yujiro, a despicable human being, to continue to eat the forbidden fruit can further enhance our own strength. Perhaps when that pocket beast tastes the taste of [Jiro Way], it can also be like the one stolen by Kotomine Kirei.

Just like that Faker, he breaks the limit again, right?

In that case, two of the team's combat capabilities will be strengthened, which is a great deal!

Of course, Taoist White Bones will never admit that he is a racist. He has never regarded Pokémon like Kaili as humans. They are just animals... Is it necessary to save it? Is it necessary?

The Taoist looked at his teammates. Except for Grant who was hesitant to speak, everyone else had an indifferent look on his face. He didn't take Gavaro to heart at all.
Chapter completed!