Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 685

"Thank you senior for your life-saving grace."

The scarred Zilong came to Xiao Bailong's side, and just said thank you, his eyes suddenly turned white, he passed out, and his body quickly fell down.

The little white dragon turned into a human body, and a light curtain was released between waving his hands, transforming the purple dragon into a human shape, hugged it in his arms, and flew down.

"A typical hero saves the beauty!" Berget glanced at the woman in his arms, but saw the green silk like a waterfall, her face soft and handsome.

Xiao Bailong glared at him, placed the woman gently on the deck, released Xian Yuan with both hands, and brushed the wounds on her body in the air.

Under Xianyuan's repair, the scars on the woman's body disappeared, but her breath was still weak.

"Beget, I also think that this little purple dragon is weird." Everyone watched the little white dragon cast spells together, Son Goku said through a voice transmission.

Vegett smiled and replied secretly: "Since you and I both guess like this, then be careful not to capsize the boat in this most common routine."

"By the way, those monsters are miserable enough. If you want to harm me or Sanzang, you must first be excluded."

"Fortunately, your strength is too strong, they can only outsmart. And there is only one big method of outsmarting, which is to let Sanzang drive you out of the team."

"Therefore, their behaviors are all the same, and now it seems that they are a little bit clichéd."

Son Goku thought for a while. The facts were roughly as what Vegett said, there was some Coke in his heart, and he couldn't help his mouth lightly.

During the secret communication between the two, accompanied by a soft cry of pain, the woman transformed into Zilong opened her eyes: "Where am I... where?"

"This is the spirit ship to hell. Congratulations on hanging up." Vegett said lightly.

Little Zilong: "..."

"Don't listen to him talking nonsense." Xiao Bailong stretched out his right hand to Zilong and said softly: "Get up, by the way, what's your name?"

"Thank you, senior, my name is Ziyue." The woman grabbed his palm, stood up, and said gratefully.

Xiao Bailong smiled and asked, "Ziyue, which line of real dragon are you from?"

"I was born on Minugasa Island in the South China Sea, originally from the line of Frost."

"Frost dragon." Xiaobailong's eyes were slightly surprised. This bloodline is extremely noble and rare among dragons, and there are not many frost dragons in the four dragon palaces.

"Can you give me a trace of your blood?" Xiao Bailong asked softly.

Ziyue cast a spell to condense an ice needle, pierced gently on the ancestral orifice of her eyebrows, a little icy blue blood oozing out, was taken away by her volley, and suspended above her palm.

Xiao Bailong took the blood, reviewed it carefully, and said to Beijit and the others: "Yes, it's the line of the Frost Dragon."

Vegete didn't think that proving her blood could prove her innocence, but seeing Xiao Bailong's trusting expression, he did not speak.

Except for a few occasions, he has always lived wisely.

The rain stopped long ago, and the sky was bright before I knew it.

Because Ziyue had recovered from her severe injury, she was worried about encountering a demon hunter again, so she begged Xiao Bailong to let her stay in the westward team temporarily.

Xiao Bailong told her in detail about the bad things she had left behind, and when she saw that she didn't have the slightest fear, he asked everyone for their opinions.

Sanzang, Tianpeng, and Sha Wujing didn't care about it.

However, Vegete and Son Goku determined that Ziyue had disguised her identity and wanted to see what waves she could uncover, so they did not refuse.

At least, staring at this woman all the time is easier to guard against than unknown catastrophes.

It is worth mentioning that, perhaps because of the purple moon, the little white dragon did not take the initiative to become a white horse on the way to the west.

San Zang and others could vaguely understand his thoughts, so they didn't force it.

Eight thousand miles away, Yunheyue, seven people walked for four full months without the white dragon horse running.

During this more than one hundred days, Ziyue and Xiao Bailong stayed together almost all the time, talking to each other and talking very happily.

From time to time, there will be silver bells of laughter in the team.

"Beget, you said, if this Ziyue really wants to play that kind of routine, why not stick to Sanzang, but stick to the little white dragon?"

After a long time, seeing that Ziyue never showed any flaws, Son Goku, who was walking at the end of the team with the grass roots in his mouth, asked.

"San Zang has a pure heart and lacks desire and does not admire female sex. Where is it as easy to approach as a little white dragon?" Beget chuckled and walked beside him, raising his eyes to look forward to the purple moon, who was laughing happily with the little white dragon.

Son Goku spit out the grass roots in his mouth, and the grass roots flew out like a sword, piercing deeply into the ground with a puff.

"But, even if you get close to the little white dragon, what's the use? I can subdue their two dragons with one hand."

"The main purpose is still on Sanzang...Let's take a look and see what new tricks can be played out of this old routine." Vegett said with a shrug.

After a few moments, the seven finally ended their deserted journey and came to an ancient city full of voices.

With a lot of silver in his body, Vegeta took a few people straight to the best inn in the city.

After spending a lot of money, they had the best room, sat in the best position, and ate the best food.

Those who have not covered the stars and the moon, and have been sleeping and sleeping in the wind, will not know what kind of leisure and comfort it is to sit peacefully in the third floor of the inn and tavern, while drinking and eating while watching the vendors outside the window bargaining with tourists.

It's just that they are here to experience the tragedy, not to travel, and it seems that even fate can't understand them having a comfortable day.

The sound of calm and powerful footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a middle-aged Taoist priest with a black beard and gray robe, carrying a long sword, stepped onto the third floor.

Begett felt it in his heart and turned to look around, and suddenly collided with his line of sight, and there was an electric arc flashing in the void.

"So you really are here!" The Taoist priest couldn't bear Beget's momentum, turned his eyes to Ziyue, and said coldly: "Nielong, you have murdered mortals indiscriminately, and you have a serious sin. You don't have to hurry and catch it!"

Ziyue seemed to be a little afraid of coming. She hid her body beside Xiao Bailong, and said loudly, "You spit out people, obviously you want to slay dragons and achieve prestige. Why do you want to kill mortals indiscriminately? No words!"

The Daoist said angrily: "I'm someone who walks upright, sits upright, stands upright, how can this be?! Stop talking nonsense, evil dragon, look at the sword!"

Accompanied by the sound of Qingyue swords, a simple and mysterious long sword flew out from behind him, rushing towards Ziyue at a speed hard to detect with the naked eye.

"Presumptuous!" Xiao Bailong looked angry, and waved his hand to summon a long sword, hitting the flying sword, and saving Ziyue's life.

"Did you make a mistake, this friend of mine is not a murderer."

"I watched her incarnate as a dragon and devour humans. You told me she wouldn't kill indiscriminately?" Dao Shijian pointed at Xiao Bailong: "Get out of the way, don't force me to be rude to you."*

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