i want to eat you

Chapter 9 Bull Demon King

The distance from the Flame Mountain was getting closer and closer, and the scorching temperature made Meng Hao feel very uncomfortable.

Bulma said in a low voice: "Let's not go looking for that bull demon king, let's find the Dragon Ball first."

"Don't worry." Meng Hao walked steadily, ignoring Bulma's urging.

Just kidding, the relationship between the Bull Demon King and Little Wukong is not ordinary.

Collecting dragon balls is of course very important, but cultivating your own big backer, Xiao Wukong, to grow up, is much more important than collecting dragon balls.

Little Wukong will formally get acquainted with Guixianren through the Bull Demon King here, and simply learn to use Qi and his life's unique skill, Kamepai Qigong.

This trip is very important, Meng Hao doesn't want Little Wukong to miss this opportunity because of him.

At that time, whether it is the future Big Devil Piccolo or the stronger Vegeta, it will be enough for him to eat a pot.

By straightening the plot line, I can safely rely on this big backing to survive in this world.

No matter how bad it is, at least someone can think about him after death and bring him back to life.

"Who are you?" Just as Meng Hao was thinking, a deep and angry voice sounded, accompanied by Bulma's scream.

when! ?

Meng Hao's pupils contracted, and he jumped forward quickly, avoiding a big hand.

Perhaps because he is a beast now, he is extremely sensitive to everything around him, and he can clearly feel the slightest disturbance.

It can be said that at this stage Wukong has not yet learned how to use qi, and in terms of perception, he is not as good as Meng Hao.

But now, a huge figure quietly appeared behind Meng Hao, but he didn't notice it at all.

If this was an emoji, there would be a red word "Danger" on his head right now.

Sure enough, he is a disciple of Guixianren, who uses the concealment of breath so delicately.

"Are you here to steal my treasure!" The Bull Demon King, who was completely a little giant, about the same size as Meng Hao, roared, and slashed at them with an axe.

Meng Hao swayed around again, dodging his axe.

The strength of the Bull Demon King is indeed good, but unfortunately his equipment is all meat outfits, and his talent is all about physique. He can't keep up with Meng Hao in speed, and Meng Hao can easily dodge his offensive.

Bulma retreated frantically, from Meng Hao's back to the place near the tail.

Hearing Meng Hao's introduction before, he didn't think it was scary, but Bulma felt regret when he was actually facing this three-meter-tall little giant with evil spirits all over his body.

"Wukong, it's your turn." Meng Hao reminded the eager little Wukong.

"Okay!" Xiao Wukong roared, took out the Ruyi stick from behind, jumped up, and smashed the stick on the shoulder of the Bull Demon King.

boom.

It made a dull sound like hitting a hard stone.

The Bull Demon King patted the non-existing dust on his shoulders like a normal person, but Xiao Wukong himself was blown away by the shock force.

"Damn it! Somersaulting cloud!" Realizing that his own strength could not harm the Bull Demon King, Little Wukong shouted somersaulting cloud.

"This"

The Bull Demon King murmured.

After the somersault cloud appeared, the Bull Demon King didn't use his ax any more, but tried to catch Little Wukong with his palm.

With somersault cloud's speed, his palm couldn't catch Little Wukong at all.

Meng Hao knew very well that the Bull Demon King was in doubt, and it seemed that he would not be able to fight anymore.

Little Wukong should also be able to understand the gap between himself and the Bull Demon King.

"Wukong, it's alright, stop." Meng Hao shouted at Wukong.

Little Wukong paused, and obediently walked away from the Bull Demon King and stopped.

"Boy, are you stepping on somersaulting clouds?" Bull Demon King asked suspiciously while pointing at somersaulting clouds when he saw that Little Wukong had stopped and did not continue to chase.

"That's right, it was given to me by Grandpa Guixian." Little Wukong scratched his head and replied.

"Ah! Master Wutian!"

"Then whose is that wishful stick in your hand?"

The strong murderous aura on the Bull Demon King's body had dissipated, and he pointed to the Wishful Stick in Little Wukong's hand and asked.

"This is left to me by my grandfather." Little Wukong replied.

"Your grandfather?! So you are the grandson of Sun Gohan."

The Bull Demon King looked excited.

As the two became more acquainted with each other, Bulma, who was sitting on Meng Hao's back, was even more in awe of Meng Hao.

This monster really gave her a sense of omniscience and omnipotence.

"Meng Hao." Bulma suddenly leaned on Meng Hao's ear and asked softly.

"What's the matter?" Without disturbing Little Wukong and their reminiscence, Meng Hao paid attention to Bulma after a long absence.

"Who do you think my future man will be?" Bulma asked shyly.

She wasn't asking about her boyfriend or something like that, but about her husband who would accompany her for the rest of her life.

As expected of Bulma when she was young, when she was so serious, I actually thought she would ask some important questions, but I really thought too much.

"He is a strong man with extreme pride in his heart." Recalling Vegeta's character, Meng Hao gave Bulma an ambiguous answer.

"The strong man? Then... Then is he handsome? When will I meet him? How many babies will we have?" Upon receiving Meng Hao's reply, Bulma kept asking Meng Hao with his mouth like a machine gun. .

"Shut up." Meng Hao yanked Bulma off his back and threw it aside. He shouldn't have answered Bulma's words.

"Uncle, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat here?" Little Wukong somersaulted and left to find Gui Xianren, Meng Hao came to the side of the Bull Demon King and asked.

"Ah, poor hospitality, poor hospitality." Bull Demon King said apologetically, only to remember that his junior still had two companions staying here.

The Bull Demon King took Meng Hao to a nearby small village to eat and drink. With his current status in the surrounding villages, no one dared to refuse him.

"Hey! Don't leave me behind." Bulma complained and sat down on the chair next to her.

"But little brother, who are you Wukong?" Seeing Meng Hao gobbling, the Bull Demon King asked after swallowing his saliva.

He didn't mean to discriminate against Meng Hao's race.

He has practiced with Gui Xianren for many years, and he has seen strangers than Meng Hao.

The surrounding villagers who kept serving dishes on the table also wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

"Me." Meng Hao swallowed the whole roast suckling pig again in one gulp, "I'm Wukong's brother, I guess. We've known each other for a long time, and this time we went on a trip together."

Tsk, I don't feel full at all. It is also a pig, and the oolong brings him a hundred times more nutrition than this roast suckling pig.

Just because Oolong can talk and magic?

Meng Hao's eyes narrowed. It seemed that Yamcha also had a kitten with magic skills.

Seeing Meng Hao suddenly stop chewing, the whole wolf face was serious, the animal pupils were scarlet and bloodthirsty.

The Bull Demon King asked with some doubts: "What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?"

Meng Hao shook his head: "The taste is okay, but I can't get enough."

The Bull Demon King was a little embarrassed: "The villagers around here are of good character, and I can't find anyone to feed you here."

"Damn it!" Meng Hao spit out the meat in his mouth: "The devil eats people, crazy, I mean this meat has no quality, and the nutrition it can provide is not enough."

"Nutrition?" Bull Demon King smacked his mouth, thinking that this wolf boy must have been spoiled by Little Wukong. It was very difficult for them to practice under the name of Gui Xianren, so why not eat these things as usual.

Seeing the Bull Demon King's appearance, Meng Hao knew he didn't understand.

If these things were communicated to Immortal Gui, he might be able to understand them.

Different from other people who rely on sweat and hard work to become stronger in practice, Meng Hao feels that he is a wall, as long as he lies down and eats, he can always become stronger.

(End of this chapter)