"Bang!"

The sudden blow of the stick hit Satan straight to Venus. A fate of luck and nightmares, Satan never seems to have been abandoned by Lady Luck.

"Do you still want to surpass Yamucha?"

The lights were dim, and Satan finally saw his true face, which was actually a tanuki, with a pale sect coat and a white beard under a straw hat, as if he was a martial arts master. Trembling, Satan shuddered and couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

Is it possible to be beaten by him again? No, it's horrible...

"No, no, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore..."

Satan slumped on the ground in fear, and his body involuntarily wanted to hide in the dark alley. The tanuki flashed behind him, a little down his spine, and suddenly Satan jumped up. The tanuki asked:

"Dry... Do! ”

The tanuki coughed twice, sat upright, and reached out to take out a portable gourd and a small wine cup. Unhurried, steaming, the liquid in the gourd seemed to go straight down for thousands of miles, not a drop spilled, and the wine cup was full.

Don't... Is it more powerful to hit me when you are drunk? Satan is even more alarmed...

"Come, sit down and have tea. My name is Ji, let's have a good chat. ”

Ji patted the slot left for him, and Satan was skeptical, and sat down in no other way. Touching the small wine cup with his hand, he just lifted half a foot, and suddenly it seemed like he was holding a jack of scales. "Bang!" The cup slammed into the ground, and Satan was so incredible that he almost fell.

What is the purpose of this tanuki? What a weirdo.

"You take a sip of tea first, and then try again."

Satan knelt down, drank water like a dog, licked the tea with the tip of his tongue, and instantly the whole person was not good. grabbed his throat, as if he had drunk the crane top red, and fell to the ground retching. Ji shook his head, kicked on his toes, picked up the wine glass, pinched Satan's mouth in one gulp, and poured it down. Satan felt the pain just after the pain, and then wave after wave of bitterness impacted, his whole body convulsed, and the whole person was dying...

Isn't it just because you said a word of Yamu tea? As for this?

Colorful light, warm and warm. Opening his eyes, Satan got up and walked around, the southern island, the small two-storey hut, out of the lonely island. Facing the sea breeze, Satan really thought he had come to heaven.

"Dead? Pity me for being so young... Lord, let me be reincarnated in the family of the rich and noble in the next life..."

Put your hands together and pray reverently.

"Okay, do it to you."

Satan was terrified. Could it be that there really is a God?! Tears of joy.

"Poof!"

With a kick in the buttocks, the salty and salty sea water was cold to the heart, and Satan fell back to reality from the heavenly dream. Struggling to get to the shore, I looked up, and bad memories suddenly exploded. The tanuki, Ji stood in front of him, Satan thought of it all, this cat, and that tea, the memory is still fresh...

"The immortals let me go, please!"

Three bows and nine bows, Satan was full of tears. Ji sighed deeply and said to himself:

"It's not because my body tends to be empty and has no qi. Ten thousand don't look for you, it's really troublesome, earthling. ”

"Silly Que, you jump with all your strength and give it a try!"

Ji crutch stretched forward, and Satan mistakenly thought that this move was to beat himself again, so he couldn't help but jump. This jump was terrible, and Satan himself was terrified. Passing over the layers of clouds, the hut under your feet slowly turns into a small sesame dot. Frightened, Satan covered his eyes, not knowing what kind of magic this was working on him.

"Boom!"

It seemed to have touched some hard piece of iron on his head, and there seemed to be some scorching smell, and Satan couldn't help but look up, and he felt that he was still dreaming.

"Woo..."

Pierced planes, countless open parachutes. The unfortunate person who landed on the landing, before he understood what was happening, saw a person beside him who didn't carry anything, and fell straight down like a meteor.

"This man... sadder than us... Thank the Lord..."

Passenger A, with tears in his eyes.

Thinking that he was going to die, Satan landed heavily on the ground, and his excited breathing stopped. After a long time, the consciousness has not been broken, is it possible that the leg is broken? No, no, Newton taught me, I was a big believer in him...

"Bang!"

The head was blown out again. Satan finally returned to reality, and Ji set up a dinner cloth on the ground again, drinking tea seriously.

Is it possible to have another one?!

"Don't be afraid, it's really clear tea this time."

The fragrance of tea is fragrant, Satan's self-aware consciousness is still very strong, and there is no need to provoke the other party. He sat down, picked up the cup sharply, and took a sip of it. Sure enough, the tea fragrance is rolling, soft and refreshing.

"Look, it's still the cup. You also jumped yourself, this is the power of super god tea, and ordinary people will die if they drink it. Before I met you, 99 people had been poisoned. ”

Stunned, the wine cup fell to the ground, and it was a deep pit. Ji Heshan stretched out his hand and held Satan, grateful. Satan was even more confused, completely confused.

"It's complicated, I'll talk about it briefly. Send you Chaoshen Tea, if you go to the martial arts competition now, only Yamucha should be able to beat you. You are no longer an ordinary earthling, and your combat power is off the charts, which is a benefit I give you. Of course, I only ask you to reciprocate one thing, and that is

- Defeat Yamucha. ”

The crow is flying, the cold air is whistling, the picture is frozen, and the ossified Satan. Unbelieving ears, Satan took out the earwax, prostrated himself in front of Ji, and said:

"I feel like I'm hallucinating..."

"Boom!"

Flying fish jumped on the sea, the sky was peaceful, and the sea breeze was gusting.

Capsule Company, Bulma Home. After graduating, Bulma wore an apron, an egg-yellow turtleneck, brown glasses, tied up hair, and blue hair returned to her golden color.

Pushing open the door, Yamucha was sleepy-eyed and quietly hugged Bulma from behind. She was startled when she was still chopping vegetables, and turned back to a deep kiss.

At dinner, the family sat together, talking and laughing. When night fell, Yamucha quietly got off the bed, the cool breeze was graceful, at this time, he couldn't sleep, he must go to the balcony outside the house to have a cup of sorrel, and today is no exception.

The Milky Way is bright, dotted with stars, and pearls and jade plates. The occasional shooting star is like a silver rod dancing in the air. The full moon hung in the sky, and Yamucha felt that there was a little trepidation in her heart for all this, and she always felt that there were some things that she couldn't remember, but it was very important.

Why is it that the round moon always reflects a woman who is exactly the same as Bulma...

With a little Lafite, the deep starry sky hides too many secrets. Yamucha didn't dare to think about it, once she delved into it, there was always a terrible force that tortured herself.

Warmth, from the back. The familiar smell, the hair fell on the face, and the ears rang softly:

"What's the matter, dear, can't you sleep again?"

Hands, fingers interlocked. Bulma turned, fingers facing each other, and closed her eyes. Looking at this beautiful face, Yamucha felt like she was in a dream. It was as if a mortal suddenly held the brightest star in the sky in his hand, but when he was in the clouds and rain with Lan Qi, he didn't feel it much.

Bulma, it's incredible...

With his eyes closed, his mouth slowly pursed, and Bulma said with some displeasure:

"Yamucha, are you thinking about others? Frankly! ”

Embarrassed, Yamucha hurriedly waved her hand and forcibly explained.

"Humph! Men who don't come home are not good things! ”

Well, Yamucha is really worried about the incident with Lan Qi East Window. However, if you clean up carefully afterwards, you shouldn't be discovered. Besides, if I found out, she wouldn't be so gentle, as far as I've known her for so long...

Hey? Why did I think this way, and for how long? Yamucha felt a headache.

The gentle Bulma hugged Yamu Tea to his chest and said seriously:

"Yamucha, if you don't cherish me, maybe you won't be able to find me that day..."