Time Travel Begins with Dragon Ball

"Yeah, Brother Wukong!" Qiujin also said: "You said 'Poor people must be hateful, and hateful people must be pitiful', I agree with this sentence, but no matter how pitiful it is, She must not be allowed to continue to mutilate innocents, right?"

"Isn't it going to come back tomorrow? I've given her a chance to choose, so let her think about it for one night!"

"Huh? When did you tell her?" Yan Lingjiao and the others were all full of curiosity.

Qiujin pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be when she suddenly stopped moving just now?"

"You are so smart..." Sun Wukong glanced at Qiujin, turned and walked down the mountain...

Seeing that Sun Wukong was gone, Yan Lingjiao and the others, although they didn't want to let go of the madness, but there was nothing they could do.

Back at Qu Nan's house, Sun Wukong and his party also stayed here temporarily.

The sun was setting, and the sky was getting dark.

On a green hill, Shan Yutong looked alone at the dark bottom of the cliff in front of him, as if he could calm his heart.

The old voice also echoed in my ears: "I gave you the power to dominate the world. Now, it's time to do things for me..."

Shan Yutong didn't change his face, but his tone was a little surprised: "Why, we're going to do it? Didn't you keep warning me not to attack her?"

"I really can't bear to attack her, but it's different now, the tide is getting deeper and deeper, and now someone is trying to attack her, although I don't know what his motive is, but Yan Erling holds this The matter, who created the Nili Temple, and what did he want to do? Suddenly there is a person with tenth-level cultivation in the world, which makes me very worried... With the current temperament, for the sake of She can do anything if she gets rid of Yan Erling's restraint. Although freedom is good, she is afraid that it will be a trap and cause even bigger mistakes, so I must stop..."

Shan Yutong frowned slightly: "The person you're talking about isn't Sun Wukong, right?"

"I don't force you to fight him head-on, you just need to free Kuang Lan. It's not difficult for you now!"

"You can help, but there is one more thing I haven't solved..."

"Your brother's words are in the cave at the third winding mountain road to the north of Rongwu Mountain. Now there are not many bandits guarding Rongwu Mountain. When you save people, you can solve the turbulence together...for the sake of long dreams. , hurry up, it's time to end it all..."

"Hmph~ It turns out that you already knew about my brother's whereabouts. If you didn't ask me this time, wouldn't you plan to tell me?" Shan Yutong snorted coldly, his figure flickered a few times and turned into white. The afterimage, heading towards Rongwu Mountain...

Qu Nan's house.

At this time, Zuo Qiuning and others have also arrived here according to the signal transmission site.

When they saw Sun Wukong and others, they all seemed very surprised, and they also showed undisguised happiness, but before Miao Qiao and Zuo Qiuning could speak, the evil ghost in the color of He Yishan was already screaming in a wretched manner. Voice: "Wow~ There are so many beauties! Brother, I am blessed now!"

Saying that, she made a very obscene gesture of wiping her saliva, and with a 'whoosh', she jumped up in front of Ru Yan, reached out and grabbed her slender hand...

In an instant, the temperature here dropped to freezing point, everyone shivered, and the terrifying murderous aura radiated out like a substance, making everyone's movements stiff and out of control, like falling into hell!

The next moment, everyone just saw a cold light fly by, and a long sword had already pierced through He Yishan's bore, stabbing him firmly on the wall!

"Crane and fir!" The sudden change made Zhu Zhiyi's complexion change drastically.

Chapter [-] Self-inflicted

Sun Wukong stood up with a cold look on his face, Miao Qiao saw it, but was shocked, knowing that it must be Sun Wukong who shot, hurriedly rushed over and hugged him: "Wait, Brother Wukong, he is He Yi. Shan, he is Ju Yingshan's spiritual master, you...don't kill him!"

Sun Wukong's face was flat: "Do you guys in Yingshan even collect this kind of garbage?"

As he said that, with a wave of his hand, the long sword that stabbed He Yi Shanxiong's mouth instantly turned into a light spot and dissipated, and he also fell to the ground with a 'bang', coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, his face pale. Pale white, he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound, and it seemed that he was severely injured.

And Sun Wukong was hugged from behind by Miao Qiao and sat back to his original position. If He Yishan was killed in front of Zhu Zhiyi, his favorability would probably only decrease. It's not worth it to let Zhu Zhiyi lower her affection for him for this kind of garbage.

In addition, Sun Wukong is very particular about this sword attack. He Yishan's two kidneys are completely useless. As for what happens, everyone who understands knows.

This stuff can be shady.

Zhu Zhiyi lifted up He Yishan, looked at his bleeding mouth, and turned to look at Sun Wukong with a look of anger: "Although He Yishan is a bit lustful, the crime won't kill you, right? Why do you have to be so serious? hand?"

Sun Wukong asked blankly: "Oh~ what you said, can I understand that if I insult you, can I get your forgiveness too?"

"You..." Zhu Zhiyi was suddenly at a loss for words, because she also knew that the behavior of He Yishan was really disgusting and unpleasant. She used to rely on martial arts to be pretty good, but nothing happened, and now she met Sun Wukong , he is unlucky.

"Hmph~ Deserving it, all the prostitutes in the world should be killed!" Yan Lingjiao looked relieved, because she had encountered a prostitute like Langlihua, so she had a deep understanding of lecherous people. Disgust and disgust, wish to kill and then quickly.

"That's right! All prostitutes deserve to die!" Chunyin was saved by Sun Wukong, so naturally it was Sun Wukong, and of course, she hated prostitutes herself.

"He really deserves it!" Xuan Shuang, who was quiet and quiet, spoke indifferently, and his disgust for He Yishan was also revealed in his tone: "Even if I teach him a lesson this time, let's see if he will dare or not in the future. What a mess, just saying that he is also my master of Ju Yingshan, don't let him die."

Zuo Qiuning and Miao Qiao also nodded in agreement.

Seeing that everyone was standing on the side of Sun Wukong, Zhu Zhiyi also seemed very helpless, knowing that He Yishan's usual behavior made everyone very disgusted and displeased, and now it has attracted public anger, and it really deserves it.

If it wasn't for the sake of her partner for many years, she would have wanted to make a few remarks for fear that Crane Yishan would burp.

"You...can...can't...first...save me...what are you talking about?" Tsuru Yishan used up the last bit of strength, and after uttering a sentence intermittently, he tilted his head and fainted.

When Zhu Zhiyi saw it, she was shocked and shook the crane Yishan. Seeing that he didn't move, she immediately looked at Sun Wukong: "Hey, he won't really die, will he?"

"I'm not dead now. If I don't get treatment, I may really die from the blood."

"I...I'm going to get a doctor right now!" Qu Nan also reacted at this moment, and hurriedly ran out the door. Although there were not many residents in this village, there were still some people who knew a little about medical skills.

"Brother Wukong, you can't..." Liang looked at He Yishan's miserable appearance, a little unbearable, but before he finished speaking, he was decisively rejected by Sun Wukong: "No, I have not killed him. ."

Seeing Sun Wukong's attitude, Liang Ya had no choice but to shut up.

Not long after, Qu Nan brought an old man into the house, Zhu Zhiyi and others hurriedly gave him way, and after the old man checked the injury, he shook his head: "A sword passed through the belly, Waiting for the injury, I can't do anything, old man, I can treat the headache and fever, but this injury..."

Well, there is no such hidden magician in this small village.

Sun Wukong said indifferently: "You can stop the bleeding, put some medicine, and bandage it. This guy is a martial artist, and it is not so easy to die."

"It's just resignation!" The old man was helpless and could only nod his head and act.