Massage, Wanlong and Unofficial History

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it." In the room, Wei Xin held Ralts's hand and gently squeezed the handle of the wound spray, spraying white mist onto the wound on Ralts's arm.

After all, it's a Pokémon battle. Even if Croagunk is very careful and doesn't suffer damage from any moves, some bumps and scrapes are inevitable.

Because Pokémon have strong recovery abilities, they can usually heal themselves from minor injuries. Unless they are seriously injured, sick, or in a negative state, they almost never need to go to the hospital.

That being said, Pokémon's self-healing also consumes stamina, and timely intervention can effectively eliminate potential problems.

The cool spray landed on her arm, and a momentary pain shot up her arm to the top of her head. Ralts gritted her teeth, trying her best not to cry out, but her eyes were still misty.

After all, he's still a baby.

"Alright, if it hurts, just cry out. There's no need to tough it out," Wei Xin said, holding Ralts in his arms. "You're not a child who no one cares about."

Upon hearing this, Ralts looked up at Wei Xin, then buried her head in his chest and called out in a spoiled tone, "Ralts~"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. The wound is all treated. I'll give you a massage to relax."

Wei Xin stroked the back of Ralts' head to comfort it, then placed it on the sofa, got up, and washed his hands.

Ralts lay obediently on the sofa until a pair of large hands were placed on her waist. As Wei Xin's thumb gently rubbed Ralts's back, the just-right massage gave Ralts a strange feeling.

"Is this force okay?"

It felt as if countless tiny electric snakes were swimming inside her body, gently prying open the muscles that were tense from the battle. An indescribable tingling and comfort gradually took over Ralts' senses.

"Ralts~" Ralts stretched out its limbs and responded comfortably.

That's the right amount of force, that's the right spot, apply a little more pressure.

Ah, royal, no, heavenly enjoyment.

She felt her body gradually becoming less and less her own, lighter and lighter, her consciousness feeling as if it were about to take flight, until she landed in a paradise covered with goose feathers.

Great happiness!

Not far away, the Delind watched Ralts comfortably sprawled on the sofa, her cheeks slightly flushed. Then, it turned its head and gave its trainer a meaningful look.

"Seeing me won't help," Mary shrugged.

Pokémon massage can effectively help Pokémon relax their bodies and relieve battle fatigue, but the learning cost is not proportional to the actual effect, and different types of Pokémon also have different body structures.

Not to mention trainers, you can't find many breeders who know how to give massages.

If there is a real need, one should pay to find a professional technician.

Moreover, judging from Ralts's reaction and Wei Xin's smooth and skillful movements, this set of bare massage (without using essential oils or aromatherapy products) is worth at least four figures.

【You think I don't want to? I'm not a Pokémon.】

Marie, something's wrong with you!

The wicked frog lowered its head, opened its mouth, and sighed in disappointment.

An incompetent trainer...

"Would you like to try Ralts too?" After Ralts comfortably fell asleep on the sofa with the help of a massage, Wei Xin got up, rubbed his hands together, and asked.

His massage techniques also work on the wicked frogs, who are also humanoid.

The scoundrel glanced at Ralts, who was lying comfortably on the sofa and fast asleep, then looked up at Wei Xin, who was eager to try.

If I lay down on it myself, I'd probably feel so comfortable I'd lose control. If I made any strange noises during the massage, my life as a Pokémon would probably be over.

Turning around, hiding her slightly flushed cheeks, she reached out and poked the Poké Ball on Mary's waist, then slipped inside.

I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it.

Seeing the shy, flustered frog fleeing, Mary chuckled and walked behind Wei Xin, who was sitting in front of the computer and had opened a second-hand trading website.

After disassembling the photos of the Taotie scroll, Wei Xin posted images of the edges on a trading website.

"Are you going to sell that painting?" Mary asked curiously.

These kinds of ancient books must be very valuable, even though the creatures depicted on them are quite ugly.

"Hmm," Wei Xin nodded, hanging labels like "Eastern History," "Mythology," and "Special Pokémon" below the product. "That scroll is useless to me; I'd rather entrust it to someone destined to have it."

The main reason is that Ralts doesn't like it.

As for the price, the system gave a price of three thousand, but Wei Xin felt that three thousand was too low. Others would think it was a cheap knock-off from a street stall and definitely wouldn't be interested.

300,000 is too high; if the price is driven up, it could cause problems.

However, Wei Xin was not worried about being discovered by Miss Officer Jenny and being arrested for trafficking in cultural relics. The scroll looked clean and tidy, and it was more like it was from tomorrow than from the Ming Dynasty.

It can only attract people who are interested in Eastern mythology, legends, and exotic animals.

To compromise, the price is set at 30,000. Although Wei Xin now has a job at the research center and a scholarship promised by the professor, the research center can also reimburse the costs of cultivating Larulas.

However, Wei Xin was still short of funds until his salary and bonuses arrived.

After all, there are six mouths to feed at home.

There was also a reward for Mary and a luxury ball prepared for Ibrahimovic.

Before going to bed, Wei Xin checked his email. Since it was the weekend and the editors were off work, he hadn't received a reply to the manuscript he sent to the publisher.

……

The moon sets and the sun rises.

And so, a new week began.

In the Shanghai publishing house, Wanlong, still reeling from the weekend when she used a flash of electricity to escape from her grasp, sat in front of her computer.

Upon opening my email, I frowned as I stared at the completely overflowing inbox.

To build momentum for the upcoming first Donghuang League, the government has been heavily supporting the Pokémon-related industry, leading many to want to capitalize on this opportunity and get a piece of the pie.

But as the saying goes, a large forest can contain all kinds of Flying-type Pokémon.

As one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Unova, she originally traveled thousands of miles to the land of the East in search of interesting stories. In order to stay in the East for a long time, she even found a job at a publishing house based on her interests.

As a result, I didn't see any interesting stories, but I did see a bunch of different types of Mud.

"Reborn Eevee: Get Stronger Just by Eating Berries!", "Reborn Starting from Catching Celebi", "My Sinnoh Champion Girlfriend?"

Looking at the energy cubes filling his mailbox, which were like cheap, poorly made products from a small factory assembly line—entertainment garbage that was poisonous to eat and polluted the land to discard—he felt a sense of loss.

Bang!

Wanlong stood up and slammed the keyboard on the office desk in anger!

This is a publishing house. If you want to write mindless, wish-fulfillment novels, please go to the Bojiaman Novel website next door!

You think you can just catch Celebi? You think it's like a Pikachu lying on the street?!

One last one, Sinnoh champion's girlfriend?

Why don't you just expose Cynthia's ID card? Did you eat a dream-generating potion? How dare you dream like that?

I wouldn't dare!

Aren't you afraid that in a couple of days Cynthia will come to the East, riding on Togekiss and bringing Garchomp to your top, and deliver a Mega Impact right to your doorstep!

I'll bite your head off!

Holding her nose and enduring the stench, Wanlong finished reading these garbage submissions and sighed helplessly.

The social environment in Donghuang is too stable, to the point that even such an idiot can survive and harm people.

Until I saw a novel called "The Gods" in my email.

"Aleutian? Green Sky Throne?"

Wanlong was completely desperate.

Protoss? I think you're crazy!

This is no ordinary history; it's unofficial history. It must be filmed so that Cynthia and the others can enjoy it!