Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 867

Six big Luos are not six cabbages after all.

Out of this magic tower space, even he didn't dare to shake his edge with it.

If the facts are exactly what Vegett said, the deal looks good.

After half a moment.

The inner demon took the memory crystal and left with satisfaction. Before leaving, he summoned the stairs leading to the fourth floor for the people traveling westward.

A purple light immortal road that is above the void and sinuously sinks into the black hole.

Now that everyone has made up their minds, naturally they won't hesitate any more at this moment, and fly up to the fairy road, plunge into the black hole, and move forward.

"boom!"

When Vegett's body passed through the black hole, a strange force penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness.

It exploded and shattered all his consciousness, and the whole world suddenly fell into a deep night.

As if a moment had passed, and as if ten thousand years had passed, Vegeta gradually woke up, opened his eyes, and realized that the world had changed in front of him.

Here is the ward of a modern hospital, and the "white coats" of later generations can be seen hurriedly in and out of the room.

An eighteen or nine-year-old nurse in a white dress with a small head and a round face, with her feet worried, retracted the bottle on top of Vegett's head, and said in a whispered mouth:

"Sir, you are fortune-telling this time, and you have not been killed by alcohol. Remember not to drink so much in the future. Even if you are forced to drink more, don't run on the roads where cars go. ..."

Vegeta looked at her dazedly but guardedly. The little nurse who looked straight at her was embarrassed and couldn't help but stomped her feet and increased her voice: "Are you listening to me?!"

As if dreaming back to the ages, returning from the distant mythical world to the ordinary real world, even Vegett could not bear this huge gap.

Is this fake, or is the whole westbound world fake?

Is it Zhuang Zhou's Meng Die or Die Meng Zhuang Zhou?

"Are you OK?"

After seeing him wake up, she sat on the bed stupidly, as if she was demented, the little nurse felt relieved and her attitude eased.

Beget turned a deaf ear to her words, stood up, walked to the window of the ward step by step, stood on the seventh floor, and looked down at the continuous flow of vehicles.

"You didn't break your brain, did you? A classic scene in a TV series, amnesia?"

The little nurse followed him responsibly and frowned.

"No, what did you really hurt?"

The little nurse in white skirt stared at Vegett for a long time. Seeing that he still had no extra expression on his face, she was dumbfounded. Her heart suddenly flustered. She turned around and ran to the doctors' room: "Teacher, teacher, there is a problem with a patient. ..."

Two years later, in the deep winter, the city was snowing.

Vegeta was wearing a black trench coat, holding a flaming cigarette between his right fingers, walking silently under the gloomy sky, rushing to his home.

Yes, for two years, no matter whether he has understood the truth and the illusion or not, the days are passing by day by day.

In these most ordinary and ordinary days, he got married with the flow, and the object of marriage was the very responsible little nurse.

There is a wife who loves herself, a light waiting for her in the middle of the night, and a warm family. This was the perfect wish in the heart of the person before her name was changed to Veget.

And now, that person's wish has come true.

However, there was no joy in Vegett's heart.

The longer he stays in the ordinary, the more he feels that the life of material, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea is not suitable for him.

It can even be said that a peaceful and peaceful life is no longer suitable for him.

The pictures in his memory have completely reversed his thoughts.

He loves gold and iron horses, he loves the world, he loves arrogance and domineering, he loves himself in another world, who is unscrupulous.

That one Vegett had lived is life.

What he lives now can only be regarded as life.

It's a pity, helplessly, that he couldn't find evidence that this place was an illusion.

Everything is incomparable to the modern world in his impression...

Except for her who has always been by his side.

Finally, with the snow falling on his shoulders, Vegett came to his door and threw the extinguished cigarette butts into the trash can. He knocked on the door with his backhand.

The key is actually in the pocket of his jacket.

However, both he and she are used to opening the door for each other.

"I'm back, are you tired today?"

Two years later, she still hasn't changed.

The short, small, recently eaten too many spicy strips, and even have a few pimples on his face.

Mo said that compared to the fairy in memory, even the beauties of ancient times can throw her many streets away.

However, only Vegeta understood that he gradually began to pay more and more attention to this shameless girl, and became more and more adaptable to his husband's identity.

"Fortunately. No one is making trouble in the hospital, right?"

She paused slightly and said, "There was a drunk man who wanted to beat me because he was drunk and went crazy. He was stopped by Doctor Xu."

"Doctor Xu..." Vegett frowned inadvertently.

He had heard this name from her many times, and every time he mentioned it, it was the other side's favor.

"Don't be jealous, Doctor Xu is very nice, central air-conditioning, not just to me."

She knew every expression on his face, stretched out her hand to smooth the frowning eyebrows, and said softly.

Vegett lowered his eyes and looked at her not too big, even the shadow reflected in her unclear eyes: "What do I like about you?"

"..." She scratched her head and asked: "What do you mean?"

Vegett reached out and took her cheek and said, "I'm thinking, God... how much God loves me, that will keep you by my side."

"Knowing cold and hot, understanding all my emotions and temperament, always being able to show up when I need help the most, giving me light..."

"You, what is beautiful is not like a person, but like a... ideal type, my ideal type."

She pursed her mouth and said, "I feel a little bad when you talk about this all of a sudden."

"I don't think it's good either." Vegett sighed slightly, and said, "But, after all, I have to make it clear and clear."

"Then... tell me, I'll listen." She hesitated for a while, and said softly.

Vegett's eyes were astringent, and he said, "You can refuse, you can even lose your temper."

"You know, I don't know how to refuse." She coughed and said, "And, don't worry, my tolerance is very high, no matter what it is, I can accept it."

"There is no exactly the same leaves in this world, and likewise, there will not be people who fit perfectly."

Vegett nestled himself in the sofa and looked up at her: "For this reason, if someone who fits perfectly, then this is a journey of narcissism, love with oneself."

"Only I understand what I lack. And the other party also understands best, so he will send it."*

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!