Sunshine, beach, coconut trees.

Moyan lay on the beach chair, still a little confused until now.

I was still playing the game yesterday, why are you lying flat now?

On the left, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice was controlled by Garnado and floating to Mo Yan's hand, and you could get it with your hand.

On the right, Zhulan was lying on another beach chair, her nose moved slightly, and she was sleeping soundly.

After a while, the breath of bamboo orchid changed slightly and gradually woke up.

Moyan turned sideways and just admired it quietly until Zhulan opened her sleepy eyes and looked at him.

"Wake up?"

“…”

Zhulan's face turned slightly red, she sat up after she was slightly upright, took another glass of orange juice handed over by Lucalio and took a sip.

"Didn't sleep?"

Zhulan turned her head and asked softly.

"Well, I haven't recovered a little."

Moyan also sat up as he said, took the orange juice from Zhulan's hand, and took a sip.

Zhulan blinked her eyes, too lazy to complain about Mo Yan's rogue behavior, and turned around and stood up.

"Come on?"

"good!"

The two got up and left, but Garnado did not keep up, but instead started chatting with Zhulan's Lucario.

Seeing Lucario's cramped look, Garnado smiled even happier.

The sea breeze is slightly salty and the sun is not very hot. The waves slap the insteps of the feet, taking away the heat in the body.

Moyan and Zhulan walked side by side, enjoying the leisure of vacation.

The place they came to was not a famous tourist destination, it was just a semi-developed beach in a coastal town.

There are very few people, most of them are local villagers, and even fewer know them.

But being young does not mean that there is no one, let alone Mo Yan, who just became the first king, should not be too high at this time.

In the morning, children from the fishing village came over to look at them secretly. In the afternoon, the children on the beach became more than a dozen, but they didn't dare to come over to disturb them casually.

"Big tongue, use a water gun!"

"Marilu, rush over and slap!"

Suddenly, the two of them heard a vague sound of fighting coming from the front.

After passing around the reefs in front of the view, two dark and dark young kids were directing their elf chickens to peck at each other on the beach.

It seemed that after discovering the arrival of Moyan and Zhulan, the two young men were more in charge of their command.

But both Big Tongue and Marilu have very average combat abilities, but their defense is pretty good, and they won't end after a long time of fighting.

It was time to see that Mo Yan and the others were leaving, and the two little boys were anxious and desperately winked at each other.

"Ah, my big tongue is almost out of reach, I admit defeat!"

"Okay, I won!"

The other child jumped up happily, and did not forget to turn around and sneak a glance at Mo Yan and the others.

"You... Hello! Is it the King of Moyan?"

When the little boy found Moyan looking at them, he finally mustered up the courage to speak out.

"Well, is there anything wrong?"

After being the king of heaven for so long, Mo Yan can make himself look very kind in public, even if he is the king of evil.

"I...I...I want to ask you to accept my challenge!"

Moyan raised his eyebrows and looked at the little boy who dared to challenge him. At this leisurely moment, he actually felt a little fun.

"Why do you want to challenge me?"

The little boy's eyes lit up, and his admiration was unconcealed.

"Because you are very strong, it is the ultimate goal in my heart. I want to be a strong man like you."

The little boy's words were a little confused, but it did not prevent Mo Yan from hearing the purity and sincerity.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Haier!"

"Okay Haier, I accept your challenge. Is 1V1 OK?"

"Yes, of course! Yes, I can play against the Four Heavenly Kings!"

Haier jumped and jumped happily, ran to the opposite side with a rush, and threw another elf ball with his backhand.

"Sun Coral, our opponent is very strong, we are going to work hard!"

"Niku!"

The pink sun coral screamed crisply, full of fighting spirit.

Moyan looked at Sun Coral, which was obviously much stronger than Marilu, and knew that the little boy opposite might have thought so from the beginning.

But it’s the same for everyone in the coaching competition.

"Moon Elf, I'll leave it to you."

Mo Yan sent out the gentlest and most well-behaved moon elves, not wanting to scare the children.

"Khaki~"

The moon elves appeared in a standard combat posture, but when the opposite side was a Sun Coral, which was less than the elite level, he couldn't help but turn to look at Mo Yan.

(???.???)??????

‘A coaching match, just treat it as bored and grind your claws’ Mo Yan whispered in resonance with the same frequency.

The moon elf looked at Moyan calmly, and finally turned his head slowly.

Sharpening the claws?

If you take a photo, the opponent won’t be beaten to cry, right?

"I'll come and I'll come! I'll be the referee!"

Another friend of Haier ran to the center of the field excitedly, stumbled and said the rules of the game, and finally shouted in a breaking voice.

"The competition...begins!"

"Sun Coral, use a missile needle!"

"Niku!"

Sun Coral screamed with great momentum, then shook all over, and a large number of missile needles flew out from their backs.

"Do not!"

"Khaki~"

The moon elf raised his head and stared at the missile needle falling from the sky until he was almost hit, and then he kicked his legs and jumped away from the spot.

"So fast!"

Haier wanted to see the moon elves escaped the attack of the missile needle, but was only attracted by the moon elves' speed.

"Strike... use impact!"

"Khaki~"

The moon elves had jumped onto the reef at this time, then kicked his legs and came to the Sun Coral in the blink of an eye.

Recalling Mo Yan's instructions before the game, the moon elves directly reduced their strength by 90% and then hit them gently.

Bang!

Thumb~

The sun coral was knocked away directly and then fell into the water without any resistance.

The moon elf scratched his head, thinking that this didn't even count as itchy, so why did it fly?

You probably can't blame me, right?

The moon spirit ignored everything else and walked obediently to Moyan and rubbed his trouser legs.

"Khaki~"

Mo Yan shook helplessly.

After a while, the sun coral with a swollen head crawled out of the sea in grievance, making the latter hid behind Haier shyly and refused to continue the competition.

"Monster Moyan, you are too strong. Let... let you laugh at me."

Haier lowered his head in shame, and only then did he realize how naive he was.

"Becoming stronger is not something that can be achieved overnight. Even if I am chased by others, I will gradually become stronger."

Moyan picked out the chicken soup he had memorized before and comforted him casually.

But for Haier, this is undoubtedly Mo Yan's encouragement and expectations for him.

What does it feel like to be encouraged by idols?

What does it feel like to be expected by idols?

That's simply too cool!

Haier nodded suddenly and shouted: "I understand. King Moyan, I will continue to work hard and become a powerful trainer like you!"
Chapter completed!