"What are you looking for Dragon Balls?"

Yamucha choked on his tea, when he heard Bra say this very seriously.

"Yes, Dragon Ball can grant three wishes, first get your arm back, and then you can save your mother, brother, and..."

Bra gestured with his fingers, still thinking about resurrecting Vegeta, but it seemed that there were a little too many wishes, and it was slightly insufficient.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Yamucha choked on the tea again, and suddenly looked at Bra in even more surprise, pointed to his broken arm, and asked in disbelief:

"Are you sure about my left arm?"

The little girl's feelings are still very delicate, she knows that she is speechless, and she covers her mouth, but her shyness has already been shown on her face. Hurriedly waved his hand, embarrassed and forcibly explained:

"Mainly, you're not missing an arm, and you're in the way. I... Bra is never less human! Remember, it is your responsibility to find Dragon Ball, and if you have the opportunity to make up for it, you must look for it carefully, and if you hear it! ”

……

I still think it's far-fetched.

"Oh."

Yamucha turned his head and asked the cat immortal who was still tidying up the Garin Palace:

"Garin Immortal, I haven't seen you for many years, and the grilled fish that Yajiro Bingwei made, I really want to eat it now."

The passage of cold winds is even more embarrassing. The cat fairy looked back listlessly and habitually said:

"Hey, I've never seen you before, don't keep instilling inexplicable thoughts in me, okay? I've slept for decades, and I haven't eaten for a long time, so go to the tower and find it yourself. Don't forget, get more, I haven't eaten in decades. ”

The cat fairy pointed at Bra and said:

"Little girl, the compensation fee of the palace is not a penny!"

Bra didn't pay attention at first, until he heard the word grilled fish, and then he noticed that his stomach was shriveled and salivating.

"Goo..."

The belly scream resonates without any sense of disobedience.

Yamucha tidied up her clothes, was in good spirits, and stepped on the fence. The crimson sky and the breeze under the idle clouds blow a refreshing forest aura. Looking in all directions, the view is endless, calm and beautiful.

"Bula, stay here and don't leave, I'll be back in a moment."

Bra nodded cutely at the moment, "um", and a smile on his face. The blushing little face, Yamucha has never paid serious attention to it, it turns out that this little girl is so cute.

It's rare to smile, but the world is still very beautiful.

"Little sister, come and help me tidy up the palace, there will be no place to eat for a while!"

Garin Immortal shouted.

"Good!"

One rolls over on its side and jumps off the pear tower. Yamucha's body had just floated in the air, and suddenly a black shadow rushed up, facing him with a punch that hit Yamucha's stomach.

"Wow!"

What kind of muddy ball is this! Dizziness and pain in the internal organs.

"Uncle Scrapwood!"

Bra dropped his things and sped away towards Yamucha.

"This breath is difficult... Could it be! ”

The Garin Immortals also rushed over.

A large Indian with dark skin, a few flower feathers on his head, paint on his face, and his eyes exuded great fortitude. Guardian of the Pear Tower, Bella.

"Huh!"

A wave of pain did not go away, followed by the 50 consecutive blows of the Divine Fist, which forced Yamucha towards the top of the palace.

"Celestial! Stop, what are you doing here?! ”

Garin Immortal shouted, but Bra exploded instantly, flew over, and punched the Indian in the face. The Indians crashed into the pillars of the Pear Tower and coughed and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

At the same time, Yamucha fell from the sky, and fortunately caught the edge of the Garin Temple.

"I've seen the gods, it's Dandy, a handsome young man with two bulges on his head. Where's your old cucumber look! You must be an impostor! ”

Bra let go of his breath. The strong qi was unheard of by the gods, and they felt deeply bad. He flashed to the edge of the Garin Temple, and said:

"Garin, catch this body!"

As he spoke, Bra stretched out his palm to aim, and his qi speed gathered in his palm.

"Flash cannon!"

Garin Immortal took the Indian with a stick, and the old body of the god came out of him, and a cold sweat broke out in his heart as he watched this powerful attack.

Could it be that my god is going to die here!

"Qi Pill Slash!"

The disc slashed past the flash cannon, and it exploded, and the pear tower was oblique at 45 degrees.

"Uncle Scrapwood, you're quite capable! Look at my... Hey? ”

There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of the ring on Bra's hand shattering, and all the qi flowed back uncontrollably, rushing towards the Ring of Time.

Calm, Bra was incredulous and dazed. With a sudden feeling of weightlessness and powerlessness, Bra fell headlong. The god of heaven looked confused, and then glanced at Yamucha who had just saved himself with the Qi Pill, and his brain fell into a dead loop.

"Bula!"

Yamucha was panting, sweating profusely, and she was already physically exhausted when she used the Qi Pill Slash just now. Suddenly seeing Bra, who had lost his strength, he rushed over without hesitation and hugged her tightly.

Looking back again, looking at the old gods, no, the Great Demon King? It doesn't matter who he is, it's dangerous right now. Although Yamucha had an initial combat strength of 900, his strength was greatly weakened due to the loss of an arm, and after being divided, he was seriously injured and not healed. Whether the current strength can win or not, Yamucha has no bottom in his heart.

The point is, this guy can't die yet, if he dies, the dragon will be gone!

"Although there is some kindness, I still want to kill you, the author of evil."

The god flashed in front of Yamucha's eyes, pointed to his face, only a few centimeters, and ordered:

"Die!"

What to do, how could this be, why did the gods kill me, what the hell is going on with Bra? I don't understand, I don't understand! I can feel the hot breath on my forehead, and I want to break my head all the time.

However, if you want to kill me Yamucha, I'm afraid it's not so easy with this trick!

"Sun Fist!"

"Wow! What a trick this is! ”

The blind god covered his eyes vigorously, hoping to recover as soon as possible. But when the line of sight was clear, the empty field of vision, the two figures could no longer be seen, the gods closed their eyes, and began to sense each other with qi, but it happened that Yamucha and Bula gas were weak, which made the gods fall into anxiety.

"Celestial-sama."

The gods were so engrossed that they paid no attention to Garin.

"They didn't feel a trace of evil thoughts, so why did they kill them? This is completely inconsistent with the principle that you do not meddle in human affairs. ”

The Garin cat fairy floated to the side of the gods, puzzled.

"This catastrophe is unprecedented, and all factors must be left in the bud. Because... I feel that I can only do this according to my ability, and if I leave it alone, the world will become hell in the future. ”

The gods were suddenly relieved and stared at the sun that was about to sink into darkness.

"There's nothing wrong with that person, right?"

"Nope. Thanks to you, half of your teeth have been lost, Lord Celestial. ”

There are too many mysteries, and the gods are worried. Touching his swollen face, he couldn't believe that a child who seemed to be 7 or 8 years old had so much energy. If it wasn't Yamucha who saved him, he estimated that he was already gone.

"Uncle Scrapwood, I feel so cold."

In the vast forest, Yamucha hugged Bula, shuttling like the wind. There is only one voice in my heart, I can't die, I must not die, everything is over when I die, and the world remembers us as the two of us.

So, Bula, you must not die either!

Bra pressed his body tighter, and a cold coldness passed through his heart, ominous, uneasy, and panicked. Don't die, just remember me as a waste uncle.

I don't know how far I escaped, through the forest, a huge lake, and the soft moonlight swam quietly on the surface of the lake. In the distance, a few deer chirped, signaling homecoming, and groups of elk left together.

Yamucha slowed down and stopped on the shore of the lake. The moonlit lake, Bra whispered:

"Uncle Scrapwood, I'm so homesick."

With a calm face, Yamucha doesn't know what to do.

"Well, so am I."

"Heh, hee-hee... Uncle Scrapwood, let's spend the night here today, and... I'm so hungry..."

Bra smiled. Children are children after all, and they are so innocent and cute that they are pitiful.

"Hmmm! I'll treat you to Uncle's grilled fish. ”

There is a kind of bond, able to forget the tiredness, and break through their limits again and again. Wukong, you've done the same before.