Dragon Ball Guilty

Just when Bulma was embarrassed that she couldn't reach the balloon because she was short, the figure suddenly stopped beside her and easily took down the balloon hanging on the tree.

"Little sister, here you go." The visitor bent down, handed the balloon in his hand to the little girl, and said with a smile. Bulma looked at the man in front of her inexplicably, the familiar back, the voice she heard somewhere, everything made her confused.

"Thank you, big brother!" The little girl said thank you to the visitor, wiped the tears from her eyes, ran and jumped, and left everyone's sight happily.

The visitor suddenly turned around, allowing Bulma, Feng Zi and others to see his face clearly. He had a harmless-looking face with a white bandage on his hair, but he was a handsome and handsome man. A young and carefree young man.

"Bulma, hello!" The young man said, and Bulma's expression suddenly became astonished. Who is this handsome young man? He actually knew his name, and it smelled like a very familiar scent.

Bulma said in a doubtful tone: "Who are you?" Seeing that Bulma did not recognize him, the young man seemed to have remembered something. He reached out to his head with both hands and slowly loosened the white bandages layer by layer.

A head of fluffy black hair was exposed to the air. A bright smile appeared on the young man's face. He looked at Turtle Immortal and said, "I'm really happy that Grandpa can be resurrected." Everyone couldn't help being surprised. Everyone in front of the young man was shocked. It felt very familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was for a while.

At this time, Feng Zi, who was leaning in the corner, suddenly walked towards the young man, with excitement in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Wukong, I haven't seen you in three years, you have become stronger!" After hearing Feng Zi's words, everyone stood up. When I woke up, it turned out that the tall young man in front of me was actually the short boy from back then - Sun Wukong!

"Is he Wukong?" "The change is so big, we can't recognize him anymore!" Everyone opened their mouths and looked at Sun Wukong in surprise, who was completely different from what they remembered. Not only had his appearance changed tremendously, but also Even the way he feels has changed. If the familiar Wukong back then was an innocent and fearless kid, then the Sun Wukong in front of us is a mature and steady adult.

After Sun Wukong saw Feng Zi, he also seemed very happy and replied: "Feng Zi, you are indeed here to participate in the world's best martial arts meeting. I have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"Well, as I expected, you are a monster with great potential!" Feng Zi stared into Sun Wukong's eyes and said slowly.

Sun Wukong scratched his hair and said with a smile: "Feng Zi, you are still the same as before, always saying things I don't understand."

Just when the two of them were chatting, Bulma said angrily to them: "Don't be busy reminiscing about the past, Wukong, you can sign up now. If you are late, you will lose your qualification!" "

Sun Wukong said "Oh", then walked to the registration desk and reported his name according to the convention of the conference.

Bulma and others looked at Sun Wukong's back and began to discuss: "I really didn't expect that little Wukong back then would become such a handsome boy now." "...Isn't Feng Zi also very handsome? "Feng Zi? In my eyes, he is just a stupid bastard!" Bulma glanced at Feng Zi and said nonchalantly.

Feng Zi was inexplicably scolded by Bulma, and asked doubtfully: "Is the bastard for food?" "..." Everyone was speechless. Feng Zi was indeed very powerful, even Sun Wukong was no match for him.

"Let's not talk about this for now. The registration deadline is coming soon, but Tianjin Fan and Klin haven't come yet." Kamesenren interrupted at this time.

Bulma thought for a moment and replied: "Why don't you go to the registration office to explain it first and see if you can help them sign up first." In desperation, this was the only way. However, the staff at the registration office rejected everyone's idea, saying that registration must be done in person in person for it to be valid, and there were only five minutes left before the deadline for registration.

The rain stopped, the sky began to clear up, and warm sunshine shone on the earth. Although there were still puddles of water on the streets, compared with before, it was a relaxing scene.

"What the hell are Leping and the others doing!" Bulma glanced at the time on the watch. The time was passing by minute by second. Soon, half of the five minutes had passed.

"Registration ends in two minutes, contestants please hurry up!" The staff at the registration office stood up and announced loudly with a loudspeaker in hand.

Oolong asked anxiously: "Did they give up the competition?" "Probably not." Sun Wukong and Feng Zi were nearby and said in unison, because they were very sure that Tianjin Fan and the others would come to participate in the competition for no other reason than hard work. The purpose of training is to wait until the world's best martial arts meeting and show off their skills.

"One minute left. If they don't come, Oolong, you and Palu will turn into Leping and Klin and sign up on their behalf!" Bulma said helplessly.

Oolong: "What to do with Jinjin rice and dumplings that day?" Just when everyone was frowning, UU Reading www.uukanshu. net Feng Zi and Sun Wukong suddenly laughed, with strange looks in their eyes.

"What kind of plane are they planning? There's only half a minute left, and registration ends!" Bulma looked down at his watch and worried.

Feng Zi frowned and said, "Don't worry, they are already here!" "Ah?" Bulma and Turtle Immortal looked at the intersection of Feng Zi and Sun Wukong's eyes. They could only see the distance in the distance, and their vision was blurry. There were a few flashes of color.

The next moment, "Hoo!" Bulma's long hair and Turtle Immortal's hat were suddenly blown up by a strong wind. Four lightning-like figures roared past, and a large amount of muddy water and smoke was rolled up on the ground. The strong wind wrapped with broken branches and leaves swept close to the ground. Such a terrifying speed is simply elusive and appalling!

"Hiss!" The wind stopped, and with the sound of breaking through the air, four figures quietly stood at the registration point. After gathering their thoughts, Bulma and others took a quick look, with happy expressions on their faces. The four people in front of them were Tianjin Fan, Dumpling, Leping and Klin who had returned from practice three years later!

The first was Tianjin Fan, who was dressed in a cloth robe with a bamboo hat covering his head. He exuded the aura of a strong man. Feng Zi took a closer look and saw that he was level 145! ; Then there is Leping, with the cross scar on his face, the large cloak on his body, and his wild and unruly aura. His strength has increased by leaps and bounds, reaching level 125! ; Clin was wearing casual clothes, with a hat covering his head, his brows flashing with pride, raising his hands and feet to meet the air, level 132! ;Then there is Dumpling. Although it does not look as strong as the other three, it should not be underestimated. It is impressively level 107!

Feng Zi smiled, her eyes filled with excitement. He is looking forward to this World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament even more! There is no other reason. The quality of the monsters participating in this competition seems to be very high...