Dragon Ball Guilty

Feng Zi became a completely irrational freak in Bulma. She had never seen a human being who could catch a bullet with his bare hands.

Bulma glanced at the passers-by who came forward to watch, and quickly disappeared into the eyes of the crowd with Feng Zi.

"It seems that someone is thinking about your bonus." Bulma sighed.

Feng Zi was not as nervous as Bulma imagined. Instead, she said excitedly: "Oh, it turns out you can spawn monsters like this. The more high-level monsters like this come, the happier I will be."

"Hey, Feng Zi, where are we going now?" Bulma asked, but Feng Zi was stunned at this time.

The scene of the two muscular men holding machine guns just appeared in Feng Zi's mind. With Feng Zi's eyesight, it was not difficult to see that there was still a gap between the strength of those two guys and the participating fighters in the entertainment city. According to Feng Zi, Zi calculated that these two people should be below level 10, but they have a system rating of level 15. In other words, the key to increasing the level is his "equipment" that can spray metal.

Bulma waved her delicate hands in front of Feng Zi's eyes a few times. After seeing Feng Zi come back to her senses, she said coquettishly: "What's wrong with you?"

"Bulma, do you know where I can buy equipment?" Feng Zi asked.

Bulma was stunned and said: "Please explain to me the meaning of this "equipment" first."

"You are really troublesome." Feng Zi muttered carelessly, and Bulma's expression suddenly changed, becoming ugly.

Bulma said angrily: "Damn it, it's you who is begging me, okay?"

"Equipment is weapons, jewelry, armor and the like." Feng Zi thought for a moment and explained.

...

Bulma took Feng Zi to a shabby street market. This is the poorest and most desolate place in the Western Capital. You can't even find a jet sports car here because the living standards of the people living here are very low. People who come here generally come here to hunt for treasures. It is said that at the stalls on both sides of the road, you can buy some antiques and valuable treasures.

"Feng Zi, this place should meet your requirements, right?" Bulma thought about it, and this is the place where you can buy so-called "equipment".

Feng Zi nodded, and after the two of them walked into the street, enthusiastic vendors started selling their products. Almost all the vendors here are elderly people, and the items displayed on the stalls are even more diverse, which dazzles Feng Zi.

Two hours later, "You haven't found it yet, I'm almost exhausted!" Bulma cried bitterly, rubbing his legs.

Feng Zi said apologetically: "If you insist a little longer, how about I carry you?"

Bulma was just about to say "Forget it" when she saw Feng Zi running up to her carelessly and carrying her on his back without any explanation.

"How come you..." Bulma blushed in embarrassment. She clearly felt that because Feng Zi had used too much force just now, her breasts were softly pressed against Feng Zi's back.

There was no embarrassment at all, but Feng Zi asked doubtfully: "Why do you have so much fat on your body?"

"..."

Feng Zi carried Bulma on her back. Along the way, because Feng Zi was walking or running, Bulma's chest kept squeezing Feng Zi's back. As the person involved, Feng Zi didn't understand anything and only thought that Bulma's chest was so bulging because of lack of exercise.

"What's wrong, Bulma, why don't you speak?"

"It's nothing, Feng Zi, how long will it take for you to find me? This is already the third time, and all these vendors know you."

Feng Zi looked at many stalls along the way, but the things sold were just decorations and nothing substantial.

After walking around and around, they came to an inconspicuous store. Feng Zi said, "Let's go in and take a look."

After entering the store, Feng Zi felt a strange aura calling him, and affirmed to Bulma: "This is it."

The owner of the store, a little old man with gray hair, coughed a few times and said, "Guest, what do you want?"

"I want equipment!" Feng Zi said straight to the point.

The old man was confused and didn't understand what equipment Feng Zi was talking about.

Bulma beside him smiled bitterly and said, "He's talking about weapons."

"Oh." The old man nodded understandingly and began to introduce the cold weapons on the counter in the store. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

Feng Zi did not listen to the old man's introduction, but moved his eyes to a dusty box and asked, "I want the contents of this box." Feng Zi's intuition told him that the contents of this box were The "equipment" he was looking for.

"Ah?" The old man glanced at Feng Zi in shock and asked, "Are you sure?"

Feng Zi nodded and said, "Let me ask, do you still want this box?"

The old man glanced at the rusty iron box and shook his head before he could speak. Feng Zi couldn't wait to step forward, and with a "boom", Feng Zi kicked the box into pieces.

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief. Bulma walked over curiously to see what was in that box.

Feng Zi's face was filled with joy, and he picked up a sickle about one meter long in his hand. The surface of the sickle was stained with rust. If what was placed on the counter was a weapon, then this sickle was made of scrap metal.

"Can you move it?" The old man's expression was very exaggerated, even better than when Feng Zi kicked the box to pieces just now.

Bulma glanced at the sickle in Feng Zi's hand and wondered, "Is it heavy?"

"This broken sickle weighs several hundred kilograms at least. No one regards it as a weapon at all." The old man said.

Ignoring the conversation between the old man and Bulma, Feng Zi weighed the sickle in his hand. As expected, the weight was unclear and ordinary people couldn't lift it. The moment Feng Zi picked it up, a reminder came to her mind. Death sickle, no level limit, level: artifact, specific ability unknown, requires blood to identify its owner.

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