The genius dragon piccolo has stepped into the earthly world.

However, it didn't go so well.

Although he is indeed a genius, he is still only a weak chicken who has lived in Yunzebit Heights for thirty years.

Just walking out of the Yunzebit Heights, I have tasted all the hardships.

Fortunately, he is a Namek, and he only needs water for his daily diet, although this makes people suspect that he is a photosynthetic vegetative person, but it does reduce the difficulty of his hiking in the wilderness.

Wang Chao watched all the way from the back to the sky, if he had this kind of vegetative function back then, it should be a lot easier.

When Piccolo finally saw the first populated village, it was already in a state of embarrassment.

He walked on the road of the village, but was treated as a monster by the simple villagers, who looked at him with strange eyes. A remote village, almost isolated from the outside world, the villagers here have never seen animal people or monster people, and they have seen a guy with green skin, snail-like tentacles on his head, sharp claws, and strange patterns on his arms and chest...... And this monster is still a two-meter-tall strong man!

With this dignity, it was hard not to panic the villagers.

What's more, this guy Piccolo really doesn't have any "human touch" on his face. He has been autistic for thirty years in a ghost place like Yunzebit Heights, and it is good that his language function has not degraded and he has no facial paralysis, but it is too difficult for him to have any human touch and life on his face.

Piccolo probably never thought he was so unpopular, the people here were completely different from the only "gods" he had come into contact with, and they were too unfriendly.

He left in embarrassment, a little uneasy and dazed, and continued on his way.

A month later, another town.

In the silent night, the tall figure touched the well, threw down the barrel and brought it up again, and drank it for ten minutes.

In the thick of the night, the dark yellow eyes of the piccolo looked left and right, like an alert owl.

Bang, he casually threw away the bucket and wiped his mouth. At this time, he had already discovered that the outside world was no better than his "home". Although it is true that there are many more, there are not half of them that can be said. He hasn't said as much in this month as he had told that "God" thirty years ago. There is no human being who gives him something similar, close, and respectful, and with a sense of yearning and longing.

"God...... Where to stay? He muttered to himself in the night.

The journey that doesn't know the direction continues.

When you come to the bustling area, there are many animal and monster faces on the streets, and passers-by no longer look at piccolo with strange eyes.

But Piccolo sensitively noticed that things didn't seem to have changed.

Because of the invisible prejudice, from the previous one to him, to the whole group of animal people and monster people. On the surface, it seems that the three major human races are of the same status, but it is clear that only ordinary humans on the street are more decent, more glamorous, and their faces are relaxed and even innocent, which cannot be seen on the faces of those animal people and monsters......

Going round and round, Piccolo wandered aimlessly in the world for more than ten years.

He has seen bustling cities, but he has also been to the wild countryside, where TV cars are everywhere, and in others, he is still farming with hoes, and different towns seem to live in different worlds of different times.

"Hmph, little!"

In the alley, a few thugs kicked around a green-haired fox man, who was holding his head and whimpering and moaning.

Piccolo passed by, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, "Stop! ”

The thugs stopped and looked in amazement. Although the piccolo is a strong man who is two meters tall, it is not remarkable. The thugs drew their weapons such as iron rods and crowbars behind their waists.

A few minutes later, the piccolo was huddled together and whipped with various sticks. The green-haired fox man had already taken the opportunity to run out of the alley.

"Dare to be nosy!"

"Freak!"

"It's better to die."

The thugs inflicted brutality with impunity, and the iron rods and crowbars in their hands smashed on the piccolo without leaving any room for it, leaving bruises and blood stains.

"Hey, do you see, his blood is purple!" As if they had discovered something new, the thugs scoffed, "It's a freak!" Hahahaha......"

Piccolo endured, silent, and a rage grew in his heart.

His heart was divided into two halves, one of which he thought was wrong to hurt others, and the other part was roaring with hatred to kill them all.

"Is that—demonic energy?" In the sky, An Ning's complexion changed, as the Taishang Laojun, who directly ruled the earth's hellish demonic qi and other affairs, she was faster than Wang Chao to detect the strange aura that was gathering around the piccolo who was being beaten in the alley little by little. "He can actually attract demonic energy in this era, he really deserves to be a 'genius' who is valued by you......" was about to go down to stop it, but was grabbed by the hand next to him.

Wang Chao stopped her, "Wait and see." ”

An Ning was puzzled. Not long after, at the mouth of the alley below, another figure appeared. It's an ordinary human youth.

"Hey, stop!" The young man snorted angrily.

"Oops!" The hooligans seemed to recognize him, and all of them changed their expressions, raised their iron rods and crowbars to make a defensive posture, and warned in a fierce manner: "Wu Taidou, don't meddle in your business!" You Budokan can't control us, can you? ”

Behind the young man, the green-haired fox ran panting and caught up, "Wu ...... Senior Brother Wu Taidou...... Just, it's ...... them," he said, pointing to the thugs in the alley.

"You see, I'm not meddling." The young man, that is, Wu Taidou, rubbed his fists and crackled, and slowly walked into the alley.

"! That dead fox turned out to be someone from the Budokan Museum? The thugs were also furious, "The martial arts hall still accepts these beasts, this is too-ah, ah!" It hurts! Big Brother Taidou, ouch! Grandpa Wu, ah! Top dog! Don't fight, don't fight......"

After a period of confusion, Wu Taidou shouted angrily: "Get out! ”

The bruised-nosed and swollen gangsters left in disarray. The green-haired fox picked up the piccolo with a bruised and swollen face, and said with concern, "Are you okay?" Thank you for saving me......"

Piccolo's originally somewhat gloomy expression dissipated a lot, and he looked at the green-haired fox, and then at the human youth who had just been in a big way.

"My name is Wu Taidou, and I am a martial artist." The young man grinned and held out his hand to him, "Big man, what about you?" ”

Piccolo's tone was cold, he hadn't learned what kind of tone it was called emotional, "Piccolo." ”

Wu Taidou pulled him up and exclaimed, "You are really so tall!" And in good physique...... If Master sees you, I guess my saliva will be dripping! As he spoke, he patted the piccolo as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"What is a martial artist?" Piccolo asked suddenly.

"Want to know?" Wu Taidoute smiled sunnyly, "Come with me!" ”