Dragon Ball Guilty

For three days, Bulma locked himself in the room, while Feng Zi studied his situation out of boredom. Different from the world of previous games, after coming to this earth, a lot of common sense has been subverted. For example, there is some confusion about the levels between oneself and monsters. Basically, the system plans to divide the two levels, which is about a ratio of 1 to 6. In other words, when the level of monsters reaches six times that of Feng Zi, the strength of both parties will be flat.

And through observations over the past few days, Feng Zi discovered that not everyone can be treated as a monster. Only people with red names who are planned as monsters by the system can obtain experience points corresponding to their level.

"Successful!" A joyful shout rang out from the closed room, and then Bulma opened the door with a tired look on his face and walked out with a metal instrument in his hand.

Feng Zi was watching TV in the living room, enjoying the fighting scenes on the TV and drinking the drinks on the table.

"Bulma, you finally came out." Feng Zi watched intently and said without looking back, as if his soul was attracted by what was on the TV.

Bulma quickened his pace, grabbed the remote control from Feng Zi's hand, and said angrily: "Okay, let's get started."

"Where are you going?" Feng Zi drank the drink in the cup and asked doubtfully.

"Have you forgotten? We have decided to set off in three days to find the Dragon Balls!" Bulma sighed and reminded.

Feng Zi said "Oh" and remembered the mission. She couldn't help but become serious and said slowly: "Bulma, do you know where those beads are?"

Bulma smiled proudly, raised the instrument in his hand and said: "You haven't seen it, have you? This is the Dragon Ball Radar, something invented by this young lady. As long as you have this radar, it will not be easy to find the Dragon Ball. Okay. , Feng Zi, before my parents come back, let’s set off now!”

Bulma turned around and walked a few steps, and found that Feng Zi was still leaning on the sofa and did not get up. He scolded: "Come on, why are you still staying there?"

Feng Zi hesitated for a long time, wondering: "This... that... Bulma, I'm hungry, can I eat before I leave?"

"Gulu" was hungry because Bulma locked himself in the room and concentrated on inventing radar. Now that Feng Zi said this, Bulma's stomach also growled.

Ignoring Bulma's embarrassed expression, Feng Zi said with a clear face: "It turns out you are also of the same mind!"

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On the rugged mountain road, an off-road vehicle bumped along the way, driving at a neither fast nor slow speed.

"Hey, Bulma, can you drive faster? This car runs like a turtle." Feng Zi kept urging Bulma in the driving position to speed up. But on this kind of road, the car body shakes seriously due to the uneven ground. You can't move forward too fast at all, otherwise it will easily roll over.

Bulma's face turned red, and he patted the whistle hard, almost yelling to vent: "Shut up, if you want to face the wind, you can open it."

"Um, Bulma, you should know that I can't drive. Why don't I run with you on my back? It will definitely run faster than this broken car." Feng Zi glanced at the scenes passing by on both sides of the glass and proposed A suggestion that I think is good.

"Let's forget it." When Bulma thought of Feng Zi running with her chest on her back, her face suddenly turned red and she quickly said no.

The two people in the car seat were silent for a moment. Bulma broke the silence for a few seconds and ordered: "Feng Zi, help me pass the radar."

Feng Zi said "Oh" to express understanding. He took out the Dragon Ball Radar from the package in the back seat and handed it to Bulma beside him.

"Beep, beep," Bulma fiddled with the radar with one hand and the steering wheel with the other. Because his eyes were focused on the radar display, Bulma did not notice a thin figure appearing on the road ahead.

Feng Zi frowned and saw a short boy in front of the mountain road. I saw this young man with a head of black hair, wearing a simple villager's attire, and actually had a tail on his butt. The young man was holding a huge strange fish that was completely out of proportion to his body. He was walking effortlessly. When he saw the car that was driving towards him, he had a surprised expression on his face.

"Bulma, stop quickly." Feng Zi shouted to Bulma who was unaware next to her.

Bulma came back to his senses, put down the radar in his hand, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net saw the boy who was about to hit him, and stepped on the brakes suddenly. But at this moment, there was a problem with the brakes.

"What should I do? The car can't stop." Bulma said anxiously.

Feng Zi ignored Bulma's surprised expression, and a fierce aura emerged from her whole body. She dropped all her strength and stepped hard on her feet.

There was a loud "bang", and a strange scene appeared. Feng Zi's feet actually penetrated the chassis of the car. In Bulma's incredible eyes, Feng Zi actually touched the ground directly with his feet. Fires burst out and dust poured into the car body. , the next moment, Feng Zi relied on violent friction to stop the car steadily.

"Cough, cough... Feng Zi, can't you be a little gentler?" Bulma opened the car door and complained while coughing.

Feng Zi smiled and replied: "The car can't be used anyway, so I'll just do it." Before Bulma could react, Feng Zi aimed at the car cover above, smashed it with his fist, and the whole body broke open. He jumped out of the metal body.

"..." Bulma looked at the tattered and hollowed-out car and was speechless for a moment.

Feng Zi turned her gaze to the young man and looked at it with interest. Suddenly her expression changed, and what came into view was the white number marked on the young man's head - 23!

"White, isn't he a strange guy?" Feng Zi murmured softly, shook his head in disappointment, glanced at the young man, and greeted loudly: "What's your name?"

"My name is Sun Wukong, who are you? Also, is that thing edible?" The boy named Sun Wukong pointed at the scrapped car and asked curiously.

Bulma was dumbfounded. He glanced at Feng Zi and then at Sun Wukong. Apart from a wry smile, there was no other expression on his face...