"Machi..."

In the classroom, Dream Demon lay weakly on Philio's shoulder, feeling very depressed.

Three or four days have passed since we said goodbye to the mansion.

Not only is the dream monster worried, Philio also often thinks of the little guy who is quite similar to himself when he was a child, and is worried about his living conditions.

But in such a society ruled by law, the other party is Ibrahimovic's legal owner, and even he has nothing to do about it.

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"Ina, Antoine, I'm sorry, I won't rehearse with you today. I'm not in a good state."

After school, Philio said goodbye to the surprised eyes of his two friends and left slowly.

"Filio! If you need any help, please let us know!"

The two people who were familiar with his style noticed that something was wrong and quickly reminded him loudly.

"Well, thank you very much."

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"Um...is this...?"

"Marge?"

On the way home, Philio suddenly looked up and found that the scene in front of him was a bit strange.

The little dream demon also floated from Filio's head, looking around with confusion.

Unknowingly, because he and Meng Yao had been thinking about Ibrahimovic, they didn't notice that they were going the wrong way. From the beginning, they changed directions. After many twists and turns, they were already a little far away from home.
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"Hey... I'm really worried about little Eevee. I don't know if those upstarts from Hezhong will take good care of the little guy."

"Marge..."

One person and one Pokémon looked at each other, feeling a little depressed.

"Go to the coffee shop and ask your mother if there is a takeaway bar in that direction. Stop by and take a look."

"Marge!"

Hearing Philio's words, the little dream demon suddenly flew over, hugged his face, and kept nodding.

"Then it's decided, hurry up and go back!"

Just as he said, Filio took a step forward and ran towards the coffee shop quickly.

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"...No."

Pretending to be passing by, Philio's super power spread to the entire lawn as he walked past the mansion.

However, there is no trace of Ibrahimovic.

With a bit of luck in their hearts, Philio and Dream Demon quickly walked around the mansion and searched the entire courtyard with their super powers, but found nothing.

"Something happened! These damn things... let's go find them!"

"Marge!"

There are only two roads near the mansion, one is the road you came from, and it is also the place where Ibrahimovic was most likely abandoned rather than lost.

The other one ushered in two figures, one large and one small, advancing rapidly.

"Shua"

The superpower spreads out without reservation, permeating the entire street and adjacent roads.

The blue glow "lit up" the surrounding space in Philio's mind.

Compared with myself even just one day ago, I have improved significantly.

It’s just that Philio has no idea about this matter at all.

There is only one thing on his mind.

Find Ibrahimovic who has disappeared again.

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It's only a kilometer or two away from the mansion, in a more remote narrow alley.

The petite figure was covered with bruises and was lying on the green belt beside the intersection.

The wound on the left leg worsened and it was almost impossible to move.

Blood mixed with a little pus trickled down, dripping all over the floor.

Dirty hair was tangled all over the body, some of which were slightly burnt black, and the dust dyed the butter-colored fluff into a mess.

"Bu...yi..."

At this moment, it only has the strength left to send out its final, shallow whine.

In a daze, it seemed to see the figures from the past few days again, which was also a rare warm memory except for its early childhood, which it had little memory of.

The mental energy that had been causing him some pain and squeezing in his mind seemed to have relaxed slightly, giving him more room to think.

My vision becomes blurred, and the temperature of the outside world no longer seems clear.

It had not received much care since it was a child, so it didn't feel much pain, just a little regret and emotion.

Maybe it’s just fine as it is.

In the haze, it closed its eyes and lay quietly.

"Little...Ibrahimovic..."

My confused consciousness seemed to hear a familiar voice at the last moment.

"Bu...yi?"

Although he knew it was probably an illusion, somehow, Ibrahimovic took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.

The body moved upward uncontrollably, and then, I felt the long-lost warmth.

"I'm sorry...little Eevee..."

"Bu..."

A crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of the eye with relief.

Finally, little Eevee couldn't hold on any longer, completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

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With his coat open, Philio held Ibrahimovic in his arms.

The little body was not only covered with new and old wounds, but was also burning hot.

It rained yesterday, and the wound may have worsened and become inflamed.

The bandage that was wrapped that day has almost fallen off, and the heart-shaped knot is hanging loosely on the injured leg, but it is already the cleanest piece of Ibrahimovic's body at this moment.

The heart-shaped accessory on the chest has cracked for some reason.

The little dream demon was already filled with tears. She wanted to go up and comfort Eevee gently, but also looked at the large and small scars all over its body. She didn't dare to touch it anywhere, so she could only take out a clean towel from her shadow space.

It was stuffed into Philio's hand.

That's his favorite one.

"These... bastards. I am so stupid myself, how can I hand over little Eevee to them?!"

Philio's heart was filled with self-blame and fear.

If he hadn't been unable to suppress his worries and came to search today, and the roads here were not so complicated, Ibrahimovic would probably have died here due to the worsening of his injuries and extreme lack of nutrition.

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In the excitement, Philio's hands shook a little as he touched Ibrahimovic.

"Dream demon, wound medicine, supplements, in the bag..."

Without daring to move at all, Filio sat directly on the ground, crossed his legs, and placed Ibrahimovic on the towel.

Even in a coma, it unconsciously let out a slight cry of pain, obviously suffering from torture.

"Machi! Machi!"

The little dream demon hurriedly rummaged through the backpack and the shadows, and took out two bottles of wound medicine and a supplement.

"Kerni, drive over here to the south end of East Fifth Street. Hurry! Send me to the Elf Center!"

Picking up the phone, Philio subconsciously dialed the most familiar number.

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The third floor of the Elf Center, emergency treatment room.

Philio lingered in front of the closed door, waiting for the news inside.
To be continued...