I Am a Saiyan

The distorted history has become the text and turned into a scroll in the third row. This is everything that has happened since the birth of Sun Wuming.

"So, who's going to come and make trouble?"

Somewhere in the universe of 1-1-1 time and space, Temeidou stood on a barren planet, retracted the line of sight to observe the time-space lair, and observed quietly—the energy of the entire first time-space group was gradually changing, with The birth of a new space-time, the power of space-time flows slowly, re-engraving everything in the 1-1 space-time at the divergence point, and constructs a new 1-1-1 space-time.

Since it belongs to the branch of 1-1 time and space, this new time and space will have a tendency to move closer to 1-1 time and space, but with the powerful variable of Sun Wuming, the future may deviate from inertia more and more - that is a good thing , is also a bad thing.

Te Meidou raised her hand a little.

A time-space vortex as huge as a mountain just emerged, disintegrating and collapsing, and pieces of dry corpse fragments fell down and turned into dust.

The remnants of the Demon Race? It is estimated that there are a lot of these kinds of things floating in the cracks of time and space. The birth of a new time and space can easily attract those things that float in the cracks of time and space and fall asleep. Kain can’t solve them directly. Make settings and arrangements on the drop point.

"Come on! Temeidou! I feel like there are still a lot of space-time fragments floating over! You must not let go!"

Kane said nervously: "I hope there is no danger, I hope there is no big..."

Suddenly, one by one vortexes opened on the barren planet, the small ones were like dust, and the big ones almost shrouded the entire planet.

"Hey - what's going on? Too many! Too many come in too?!!"

"Don't be noisy."

Te Meidou flew up and raised his hand to face the entire planet with a blank expression.

The air spreads out, covering the entire planet in an instant, and then releases the high temperature, turning everything into fuel, creating light and heat.

In the cold and vast universe, there seems to be a silent burning sun.

After ten seconds, the sun dimmed and dissipated.

"Wow! Burning the planet directly to ashes, you are too violent and direct, right?"

Spiritual messages echoed, and a young man with pointed ears, purple skin, and glasses floated in the universe, shouting loudly.

Te Meidou stared at the only remaining guy in front of him: "It seems that you are not a space-time fragment."

"I'm just curious about the birth process of space-time. There was only one space-time group in the last era. No matter how many space-times were born from that space-time, the new era is really different. There are actually ninety-nine space-time groups, which is interesting and interesting... …”

The young man sighed a few times, raised his hand and greeted: "Ah, I'm not a bad person, I just want to find the earth in this time and space. Recently, I plan to organize a super super super large martial arts meeting, and invite the powerhouses of all time and space... Alas Huh?! Wait..."

Blurred figures appeared around, some with blond hair, flashing electric lights all over their bodies, some with blue hair, roaring with arrogance, some hazy like light smoke, vague in existence, some wagging their tails, dark red hair color There is wildness in it, but the blue eyes are calm and peaceful...

"Oh! Really, if you don't want it, you don't want it, why bother..."

A dark purple mist-like vortex surrounded the youth and quickly escaped from time and space.

The last era... This guy is also a survivor after the collapse of time and space?

The surrounding figures disappeared one by one.

Te Meidou squinted to observe, raised his hand and pinched a leaf with scorch marks from the nothingness.

Just now, this guy seems to have given away something? Looks like a Saiyan with a crab head.

Saiyans...

never mind.

Chapter one hundred and ninety-two what is the last resort

"Ah woohoo! The so-called Saiyan's path is to transform!"

Kiki: "The table is a little small, Wukong, you..."

"Hmm! Ah woo woo! But what is transformation?"

angry.

"Ah woo woo, just like I use Lock Qigong, Dad, you use Jie Wang Fist! Lock Qi Gong and Jie Wang Fist, others use it, it's just a move to temporarily change one's own state, but if we use it instead, That's the medium of development and transformation..."

Kiki: "No. 21, you should become a human being. It's better to sit together for a meal and have more atmosphere..."

"Agh! It sounds a bit complicated..."

Fury +1.

Qiqi clapped her hands on the table, and angrily said, "Wukong! Wuming! Can't you keep your mouth shut with so much food?! Can you learn how to eat rice and be quiet when you eat! If you keep making such a fuss, why not? Don't eat tonight! Give me a drink of the northwest wind!"

The two, who were about to talk about martial arts, quieted down and buried themselves in speeding up the food piled up.

Liu Lidong put down his chopsticks temporarily and said with a smile: "Uncle Wukong, if you go out to practice tomorrow, remember to find a thicker tree and make a big dining table again."

"Oh, no problem! The table is indeed a little small."

Sun Wukong looked at the high food, and he had to pour it accidentally. After all, there are three big stomach kings in the family.

Liu Lidong asked again with a smile: "Brother Wuming, after going out for so long, is Aunt Qiqi still used to the craftsmanship?"

"I'm used to it? Do you mean it's delicious? It's delicious! Ah woo woo!"

Sun Wuming happily shoved food into his mouth: "The roast meat made on the 21st is far from my mother's! It's delicious! Let's go..."

Qiqi raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Aiya, it's all homely flavors. Wuming, you should have eaten a lot of meals outside, right?"

Sun Wuming tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Aunt Bulma's meal is okay."

Bulma?

Qiqi was expressionless: "Oh, Bulma is a big family, and there must be a lot of powerful private chefs."

Sun Wuming said casually: "But Aunt Bulma's craftsmanship is very poor, and the dead father also secretly said that eating Aunt Bulma's meal is a spiritual practice."

Sun Wukong scratched his head blankly: "Did I say so?"

Qiqi narrowed her eyes: "Wukong, when you died, didn't you say that you were with some realm king?"

Sun Wufan raised his head, looked left and right, and felt a sudden chill on the dining table.

Seeing that the family and marriage crisis is about to come inexplicably, on the 21st, he stood up quickly and said loudly: "Xiao Wuming is talking about another time and space! Not this side!"

Kiki noticed something unusual: "Another time and space? Wukong in that time and space, does he eat Bulma's meal every day?"

No. 21 froze, this... how should this be expressed?

Liu Lidong asked with a smile, "Uncle Wukong, which one do you like the food cooked by Bulma and Aunt Qiqi?"

Sun Wukong answered naturally: "Qiqi, I like it the most."

Qiqi patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder and said shyly, "I hate it! What are you talking about!"

Sun Wukong: "Tell me what you cook."

Kiki: "?"

...

...

"Yeah!"

Sun Wuming lay on the familiar bed and rolled around. Sure enough, the bed at home was more comfortable, with a soft and familiar feeling, and he could feel the anger of other people at any time, which gave him a very reassuring feeling.

"Ha woo..."

Sun Wuming rolled a few laps and yawned, feeling a little urge to sleep comfortably.

"Wow meow..."

Unconsciously, his eyelids drooped slowly, and Sun Wuming suddenly jumped out of the bed, staring at his own bed with a vigilant look on his face.

From the gap under the door, a cloud of pink and white material squeezed in.

"Hey..."

21 Remodeled into the image of a witch, watching Sun Wuming face the bed like a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but wonder: "Xiao Wuming, what are you doing?"

Sun Wuming pointed to the bed and said solemnly: "There are traps on the bed! I became very lazy when I lay on it, and actually wanted to stop practicing for a while, but sleep first! It's really scary!"

The 21st:"……"

"It's not a trap, it's you finally coming home, so it's relaxed and happy."

No. 21 habitually taught: "With your parents together, this is the most familiar and favorite place in your heart. It is normal for you to feel sleepy, which means you are at ease."

"yes?"

Sun Wuming scratched his hair, half understanding: "Forget it, first..."

pat.

The door lock twists.

No. 21 quickly turned into a mass.

"Brother Wuming..."

Liu Lidong, who was wearing pajamas, pushed the door open and said with a surprised smile, "Aiya, is there even number 21?"

On the 21st, he jumped for a while: "Mmmm, Xiao Wuming can't sleep a little..."

"I don't want to sleep, I have to practice!"

Sun Wuming hummed: "Dad will definitely come to me to practice with me tonight, and I will teach him what the Saiyan path is!"

"Oh, really?"

Liu Lidong walked in front of Sun Wuming, pinched her chin, looked back and forth with her blue eyes, and slowly approached: "Well..."

21 twists and turns - eh? and many more! Xiaodong! This can't be done! Xiao Wuming is only nine years old this year...

Sun Wuming was a little confused, imitating Liu Lidong's appearance, widening his eyes and looking back and forth at Liu Lidong.

Liu Lidong smiled and said, "Brother Wuming hasn't changed."

"Well." Sun Wuming said, learning, "Sister Dong hasn't changed."

Liu Lidong's smile was slightly stiff: "No, it's changed."

Sun Wuming tilted his head to look at it, raised his hand to compare, and said in surprise, "Could it be that...you have become shorter?"

"Well, since you're waiting for Uncle Sun's words, let's chat and talk about what's going on outside, how about it?"

Liu Lidong sat beside the bed, turned her head and smiled, "Let's talk about the 21st too."

I... felt an inexplicable murderous aura.

No. 21 squirmed twice, and when Sun Wuming habitually picked her up and put her on his head, this murderous aura seemed to be even more powerful!

Xiaodong this is...

No. 21 secretly glanced at Liu Lidong, smiled at him, his eyes drooped slightly, and his bangs were slightly tilted to cover his brows and eyes.

Alas--! !

"Oh? Why did you become smaller on the 21st?"

Sun Wuming strangely poked the tightened No. 21 on his head.

"Let's talk about the outside world."

Liu Lidong reached out and held Sun Wuming's hand: "Sister Dong is very curious."

"Okay, okay! There are a lot of weird guys out there..."

Sun Wuming happily discussed, what strange dads, bad dads, dead dads, and some enemies who made him very enjoyable.

Half an hour later, the door lock was gently twisted open.

The familiar crab hair style peeked into the corner.

A sneaky voice drifted in.

"Wu Ming, are you there?"

No. 21 showed a speechless expression - should it be said that Xiao Wuming is rarely smart, or that Sun Wukong is too good to understand?

Sun Wuming stopped telling the story for a while, and proudly raised his chin at the sneaky Sun Wukong: "Sure enough, Dad, you have come!"

"Oh? Xiaodong and No. 21 are also there."

Sun Wukong didn't think there was anything unusual about this at all. He rubbed his hands together and asked impatiently, "The way of the Saiyan you mentioned earlier..."

"Well—Dad, let's practice in another place, and go home when it's dawn."

Sun Wuming looked around and suggested, "As long as my mother doesn't find out, there will be no problem."