Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 208 Everyone is Sick

Some time before dawn, inside the underwater volcano base.

Old Qian and Little Sister Bu were lying flat on the bed, both unconscious.

Old Qian was severely exhausted at this point. To put it bluntly, his level had even dropped below the Heavenly King level. Even his godmother, who had been to the clinic countless times, had rarely seen such a drop in level.

Xiao Bujie, on the other hand, only needs a short nap; the difference between the two is significant.

But at that moment, Lao Qian's body suddenly began to heat up violently without warning!

The godmother, her hand glowing blue, pressed against Old Man Qian's forehead, her face grim: "No. (His body began to spontaneously combust, even my masterful freezing fist couldn't control it, so I threw him directly into the sea... Although we're surrounded by water, I'm afraid that won't be enough to suppress him.)"

Looking out at the seawater and feeling the warmth of her hands, the godmother thought that burning in the sea probably wouldn't be too difficult.

Although there were no flames on Old Pliers' body, his carapace gradually turned a branding iron-like color.

Qi Hao leaned closer to Lao Qian, looked at his palm, and swallowed hard. He wanted to verify something.

呲!

With a sizzling sound like roasting meat, Qi Hao unexpectedly placed his hand on Lao Qian's body without any precaution.

At the same instant, as if sensing Qi Hao's movement, the slightly weak pliers quickly slapped away Qi Hao's hand.

"No! (Danger of burns!)" Godmother instantly grabbed Qi Hao's hand with her Frozen Fist, and Qi Hao looked at Old Man's hand, which confirmed his suspicions.

Although Old Pliers' flames are blazing, they are always directed at the enemy. His fervent heart will not harm his comrades, but will only protect them. It is not that he intentionally controls the temperature, but that it is an instinct engraved in his soul.

One night, while holding Yi Yi, he had a nightmare and his body spontaneously combusted. The next morning, Yi Yi only said it was the first time she'd ever woken up from the heat in the dead of winter. (Later, when Yi Yi asked, she said it was the day she dreamt of fighting with Qi Hao.)

The flames that could burn the entire arena on the field, yet couldn't even ignite a bedsheet next to their teammates, were now burning Qi Hao's hand. A figure that Qi Hao had just thrown over his shoulder appeared, causing Qi Hao to involuntarily shout, "Groudon!"

"Holy crap? How did you know I was coming?" A streak of fire crept in through the crack in the infirmary door and coalesced into a tiny, fist-sized flame version of Groudon next to Old Man Claw.

The flames were compressed to the point of almost solidification, demonstrating the extent of the compression.

Qi Hao was a bit dumbfounded. He thought Groudon had teleported back into Old Man's body or something, but it turned out to be rushing in from the outside.

Groudon didn't intend to delve into the details. As for the question of 'how Qihao discovered him,' he was just asking without being curious. On the contrary, he was more surprised by Old Claw's condition.

"Trying to absorb my flames? The difference in rank is too great. You've got some nerve, kid." The miniature Groudon said with a surprised tone, clearly indicating that this was impossible.

But he was not angry. As the god of the earth, he adhered to the "three no's" principle: not to disturb his sleep, not to prevent him from flying, and not to anger him. On the contrary, his magnanimity should be as vast as the earth.

But although he was willing, the choice was not his, but rather...

Groudon looked at Qihao... or rather, at the Poké Ball around Qihao's neck: "Want to give it a try? You're probably the only one here who can keep me in check."

"This is blasphemy... and you actually invited another god to blaspheme you, heaven knows what you're thinking... take me with you." Kyurem was speechless. Absorbing the power of a god was already a great sin, which was why he didn't take the initiative to act. But Groudon was eager for him to do it.

Clearly, Groudon didn't care; what he really cared about was finding an opportunity to beat up Murloc Tidehunter.

Kyurem emerged from the Poké Ball, its size shrinking as the room shrunk, but its chilling aura still sent shivers down one's spine: "I'm going to freeze this room now. If you want to leave, hurry up. Son, you can leave my Poké Ball here; you'll have to figure out how to break free yourself."

Qi Hao nodded, took the necklace, placed it beside Lao Qian, and left the room with his godmother and Xiao Bu Jie. The moment the door closed, it froze, leaving no gap.

"Phew." Qi Hao let out a sigh of relief. He figured that handing the old man over to his father would prevent any more problems. He leaned against the wall and sat down on the ground, feeling utterly helpless.

"No? (Are you blaming yourself? Although you've always been carefree since you were little, you've always suppressed yourself, and your negative emotions mysteriously disappeared after that incident when you were ten. You've finally started to have some ups and downs, but that's a good thing. If negative emotions keep piling up like this, your heart will get sick too.)" Godmother stroked Qi Hao's hair.

"What should I do? I couldn't do anything against that Sidran, and the eye I gouged out only angered it." Qi Hao's worst fears had come true. He was lost. If it weren't for his father's help, he would probably be ashes by now.

"No? (Do you think you're weak?)" Godmother sat calmly beside Qi Hao.

"I... I shouldn't be weak... right..." The feeling of powerlessness made Qi Hao no longer firm, or rather, no longer strong-willed, because he only had his family by his side, and he no longer needed to pretend to be that carefree person.

“No. (I know. Your intelligence has always surpassed your body because your soul is ahead of your age. That will lead to nothing. If you don’t put the principles you understand into practice, the more principles you understand, the less you will be able to live your own life.)” Godmother didn’t hold back her hug, and Qi Hao relaxed in the warmth, then sobbed.

When you spend enough time with someone, some secrets will no longer be secrets.

“?( ?- ? - ?)? No. (Hug.)” Little Sister Bu came closer, half asleep, her two soft, almost doll-like breasts wrapping around Qi Hao like a hamburger.

"I understand. I didn't give it my all, neither did any of us. We were too rushed. We need to try to adapt to the battle, because the days ahead will only be more rushed." Qi Hao's negative emotions quickly disappeared, and he returned to his usual carefree self.

Qi Hao pulled himself out of the way and, with a smile on his face, strode towards Xiao Tie and the others.

The godmother stroked her half-asleep daughter with one hand, no longer suppressing herself. Then, her other hand began to shift between reality and illusion, sometimes a patch of black, sometimes a mosaic, completely irregular, like a bug in a game. This was some kind of irreversible force, the last trump card that hadn't been released. She smiled bitterly: "No. (Sick, all sick, all sick.)"

Unlike the tranquility before dawn on Qihao's side, after the sun rose, a sudden underground cavern appeared somewhere...

Hidorran, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage, repeatedly uttered the same words in the air: "Bastard! Madman! I will kill you! I will turn this city into a sea of ​​fire! No! No, no, no! Not just this city! I want it! I want it! Ah!"

It seemed that the excessive movement had torn the wound, and he roared in pain.

He's gone mad! He was injured by Qi Hao! And Qi Hao escaped unscathed! Then he was crippled by Groudon using only its clones! And even had a human riding on his head! And now! He's realized that he, a god, was actually scared away!

Ugh!! % (Very vulgar)

He was destroying everything indiscriminately! Roaring! As if venting his anger! Lava, like blood, flowed from Qi Hao's pierced eyes!

After venting his anger, he regained some composure and looked south: "Yes! That's it! Revenge! Revenge on all humans! Elves! You asked for this! Hahahaha!"

Then, he fired a fireball into the air. There was no explosion or special light, but the fire energy would transmit the message.

In the shadows, the owner of the silver eyes shook his head. The sight of Sidran was too disheveled for him to bear, so he could only transmit all the images back to the manor.

Inside the manor, Silbas was watching the live broadcast. He didn't care about Sidranon at all. Instead, he looked at Xue Luoyan's image and muttered to himself, "The escaped Subject Seven... Subject Eight, Subject Nine, cooperate with Sidranon to carry out the plan. The time is yet to be determined."

"Yes." X2