As a trainer, he has the rain trait

Baihu's last hope was shattered when Yi Shilan arrived.

Baihu's face changed and he turned around in panic to escape. However, Zhu Yu, who had been staring at him, noticed his intention.

Zhu Yu's eyes flashed, and he threw out a Poké Ball. A doll appeared, releasing its telekinesis and instantly controlling the white tiger.

There was a flame of hatred burning in Zhu Yu's eyes, a hatred that went deep into his bones.

Zhu Yu's fists clenched involuntarily as she recalled the past. Bai Hu's past actions had brought her endless pain. The remains of her parents had been constantly replaying in her mind over the years, brooding over her hatred.

Zhu Yu approached the white tiger slowly with anger.

The white tiger struggled hard, trying to break free from the telekinesis of the almost doll.

Almost Doll sensed White Tiger's struggle and increased his telekinesis. The powerful telekinesis was like an invisible net, tightly binding White Tiger. Although White Tiger was a large man, he was unable to move under the telekinesis.

Zhu Yu watched Bai Hu struggle, the hatred in her heart growing stronger. Unable to contain her rage any longer, she lunged forward, unleashing a torrent of punches and kicks on Bai Hu. Each punch, brimming with rage and hatred, slammed into Bai Hu's body.

The white tiger was unable to dodge under the restraint of mental power and could only endure Zhu Yu's attack.

"This punch is from my dad!" A punch came down with a bang.

"This kick is from my mother!" He kicked out again fiercely.

"This slap is mine!"

A crisp slapping sound rang out, and Baihu stared at Zhu Yu in humiliation, "You'd better beat me to death, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhu Yu's roar, "Today, I will return all the pain you have caused me to you!"

Fists rained down like raindrops, causing blood to flow from the corners of Baihu's mouth.

After venting for a while, Zhu Yu finally calmed down a little.

Baihu cannot be allowed to die now. He still has a lot of punishment he deserves, and many people who have suffered because of him are waiting to take revenge on him.

Zhu Yu kicked the white tiger away, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

Baihu spat out the blood from his mouth and looked at her fiercely, "Hahaha, you don't even dare to kill me, don't you love your parents that much?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yu paused for a moment, then his eyes became even colder and he gently waved at the almost doll.

The doll almost understood immediately and released healing waves to heal all the injuries, big and small, on the white tiger's body.

"Really? You better be able to hold on a few more times this time."

Baihu immediately sensed something was wrong and closed his eyes, preparing to be beaten.

Fists rained down like a storm again, but Baihu gritted his teeth and held on.

The second healing wave was released, but before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he was kicked a few more times.

The third healing wave, Almost Doll, was released towards Zhu Yu, replenishing her strength, and the White Tiger finally screamed...

The next day.

The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival.

It was autumn, the weather was crisp and clear, the sky a brilliant blue as a gem, without a single cloud, so clear it seemed to reflect the tranquility deep within our hearts. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a slight coolness that was not biting, but rather refreshing.

The leaves have been dyed with the colors of autumn. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow on the ground in the yard, sparkling like golden fragments.

In the courtyard, a simple wooden table sat upon which sat an exquisite charcoal stove. The charcoal fire in the stove glowed bright red, emitting a warm aroma. On the nearby shelf, a variety of exquisite tea sets were placed.

Zhilin, Xu Qingyan, Zhu Yu and Yi Shilan gathered in the yard, preparing to make tea around the stove and enjoy this rare leisure time.

Yi Shilan methodically poured water into the teapot and heated it on the charcoal stove. After a while, the water began to boil, making a gurgling sound.

Yi Shilan picked up a few more tea leaves and dropped them into the pot, letting them slowly expand in the hot water. The air around them became warmer and more comfortable because of the heat from the boiling tea.

Xu Qingyan fixed his eyes on the sweet potatoes that were being roasted, while still eating some snacks.

Zhilin turned the oranges on the iron rack over and waited patiently for the tea to be cooked.

Zhu Yu seemed a little restrained, looking down at his phone in silence.

Yi Shilan opened the lid of the ceramic pot, and the fragrance of tea filled the air. She held the handle of the pot with cotton cloth and poured the tea into the teacups one by one.

"Aged rock tea, try it."

Zhilin gently lifted the teacup, brought it to his nose, closed his eyes, and carefully inhaled the unique aroma. The aroma of aged rock tea was deep and mellow, with the charm of time and a faint hint of charcoal.

Take a sip of the tea, it enters your mouth and spreads in your mouth, it is mellow and smooth with a full taste. At first a slight bitterness spreads on the tip of your tongue, but it is quickly replaced by a long aftertaste of sweetness.

"It tastes great! Rich, fragrant, mellow and sweet."

Yi Shilan quietly savored the aged rock tea, her thoughts seemingly transported back to the past. She nodded slightly at Zhilin's words, "Very tasteful! Unlike Qingyan."

Xu Qingyan drank it in one gulp, not caring about the heat. He was about to pour another cup when he heard Granny Yi say this. He couldn't help but mutter, "What's the difference~"

Zhu Yu took the tea leaves, sniffed them gently, and drank them in small sips without commenting, pretending to enjoy it.

Yi Shilan saw through it immediately and sighed, "It seems that you are the only one who understands something."

Zhilin scratched his head. "It's not that bad. I used to drink with Grandpa a lot, so I learned a little bit from him."

Zhu Yu smiled and curved his eyes. He carefully put the tea leaves into the teapot with a focused and serious look.

Speaking of Zhiyu, Zhilin asked curiously, "How is my grandfather doing lately?"

Yi Shilan put down the teacup and chuckled, "Except for being a little tired, everything else is fine. And being more concerned can also prevent Alzheimer's disease!"

Zhilin smacked his lips and felt sorry for his grandfather for a second.

As the aroma of tea gradually spread, the roasted oranges and sweet potatoes were ready. Xu Qingyan couldn't wait to pick up the largest sweet potato, peel it, and eat it with a spoon.

Zhilin peeled the orange and brought it to Yi Shilan, "Grandma Yi, what should we do with Baihu and the others?"

Zhu Yu also raised his head and looked at Yi Shilan.

Yi Shilan took a sip of tea and narrowed her eyes slightly. "What should we do? Of course, he should go to jail for life!"

Xu Qingyan tilted his head slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "I always feel that he got it a bit cheap!"

Yi Shilan sneered, "The environment in the special cell is not comparable to a normal one, and he has to listen to Buddhist scriptures for eight hours every day. That's enough for him to enjoy."

Zhu Yu's slightly frown relaxed again, and she could barely accept this result.

"By the way, where are you two planning to go next?" Xu Qingyan asked curiously.

Zhu Yu thought about it seriously, and then said, "I'll go home, pay my respects to my parents, and then go back to school to continue my studies."

Zhilin shook his head and said, "I won't be going back to school. I plan to continue traveling and challenging gyms."

Xu Qingyan looked at Zhilin in surprise, "Huh? You actually really want to travel?"

Zhilin tilted his head in confusion, "Why else would I take a whole semester off?"

"I thought you were just here to see Zhu Yu!" Xu Qingyan muttered.

Zhu Yu just remembered this and apologized to Zhi Lin, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"As long as you're okay!"

Xu Qingyan put a big spoonful of sweet potato into his mouth and said vaguely: "You two have a really good relationship!"

Yi Shilan, who was standing by, watched the scene with a smile, drinking tea without saying a word.

The charcoal fire in the charcoal stove is still bright red, and the fragrance of tea still fills the entire courtyard.