Man in Dragon Ball: Angel, you don’t talk about martial arts!

Number 18 couldn’t help but think of Sharu, who had just appeared that year, and after he saw Number 17, he was going to absorb him directly.

No nonsense at all.

Look at this Salo classmate again…

Do you think that if you pull Sun Wulian out, we will be afraid of you?

Sun Wulian is very powerful.

But he may not be able to find us!

There is no breath in our bodies, find a place to hide, see how he finds it?

Unfortunately, I am afraid that this job cannot be saved now.

But don’t say that this young man named Saro is quite handsome and is my type.

Hmmm… Why don’t you pack him up? Then let her serve me.

“Uh-huh!”

Number 17 didn’t bother to go on with Saro any more, and immediately appeared in front of Saro.

Immediately afterward, Number 17’s fist slammed into Saro’s chest.

I believe that this is enough for this boy to eat a pot.

“Bang!”

Saro did not dodge, and a fist hit No. 17’s nose.

“Whoops…”

Number 17 let out a cry of misery and felt that the whole person was not good.

“Bang!”

Saro grinned and punched No. 17 to the ground.

The next moment, Saro put his foot on Number 17’s body.

The 18th was dumbfounded.

Are you kidding?

No. 17 was knocked down by his two punches?

Am I not mistaken?

That’s impossible!

“With just this little skill, you still want to attack me?” Saro smiled.

Number 17 was shocked and angry.

Number 17 never expected this guy’s fist to be so fast.

“Ahem!” The 17th roared with rage, and the energy in his hand condensed out.

Do you think I have just a little bit of strength?

Just as No. 17 was about to launch the energy flame, Saro kicked at his hand.

Suddenly, the energy that No. 17 had just condensed was just gone.

“What?” Number 17’s face was filled with shock.

How can it be?

“Bang!”

Saro kicked No. 17 in the chest.

“Poof…”

Blood spurted wildly in No. 17’s mouth.

“Stop!” The 18th never expected this to be the result.

After a roar, No. 18 immediately condensed the energy of his right hand and quickly charged in the direction of Saro.

Number 18 punched Salo in the head.

“Snap!”

The next moment, No. 18 was shocked to find that his fist had hit the other person’s finger.

That’s right, this person actually blocked his full force with one finger.

“This and this… You…” Number 18 froze, squirming.

“Number 18, do you want to continue?” Saro smiled back.

Frightened, Number 18 flew backwards in a hurry, quickly pulling away from Saro.

Saro didn’t go to call number 18, just smiled at her.

“Bang!”

Immediately afterward, Saro revealed a row of white teeth and punched No. 17 in the face.

Suddenly, No. 17’s teeth were knocked out several times.

“The person who hits my girlfriend has to pay a price.” Saro snorted coldly, and when he said this, he punched him again.

“Poof…”

Mouth 17 squirted blood again.

“Number 17 will be killed…” Number 18 shuddered.

This is where the guy came from!

How can it be so powerful?

The problem is that our strength has also improved a lot.

Over the years, we have fought with Xiao Shalu and we have improved a lot in all aspects.

But, compared to this guy… It’s simply vulnerable.

“Bang bang bang!”

Salo kicked Number 17 several more times.

Now the 17th is completely a sandbag, left to Saro’s beatings.

In front of the angels, a small artificial man could not make any waves.

Number 18 was really freaked out.

If you continue to fight like this, No. 17 will definitely be killed.

Moreover, this guy is still talking endlessly while fighting.

“Let you hit my girlfriend!”

The 18th really can’t be watched.

If you eat melons again, the 17th will die.

He was his only relative in this world.

“Don’t fight! I’m here to be your girlfriend! Number 18 said loudly.

Saro was stunned.

Saro stopped the attack and looked back silently at Number 18.

“Didn’t you just say that Bidili was just your girlfriend-to-be?” I’m here to be your girlfriend! You don’t have to fight anymore! Number 18 gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked at Saro.

“Are you serious?” Saro took a deep look at Number 18.

Number 18 nodded vigorously.

By now, there is no other way to do it on the 18th.

As for the number 17, he can’t even say the words that have been beaten now.

And…

Number 18 made it clear that it was me, not Number 17, who injured Bidelli.

Number 17 was made like this because of me.

“It was me who injured Biddyri, not him!” No. 18 Rush Road.

“I know.” Saro nodded.

Number 18: “…”

Know you still play number 17?

“I heard Biddy Li say that it was a woman who injured her.” Saro smiled.

Number 17: “…”

You’re going too far!

You know it wasn’t me who hurt him, you beat me so badly.

“No way, I never hit women.” Saro was smiling.

Number 18 did not speak.

Not to mention, just because of this, this young man named Saro is still relatively cute.

“You two are brother and sister, right?” So, since my sister hit my girlfriend-to-be, there’s nothing wrong with me venting to your brother, right? Saro smiled, “By the way, you just said you want to be my girlfriend?” ”

“Yes!” Number 18 nodded.

“Have you ever kissed Kling?” Saro asked directly.

Saro, who had seen Dragon Ball, knew the story.

After No. 17 defeats all the warriors, No. 18 asks Kling to give them fairy beans.

Kling asked No. 18, what is the purpose of the two artificial people?

After Number 17 stated his purpose, Number 18 kissed Kling’s face and left.

It is precisely because of this that there is a relationship between the later 18th and Kling.

So, when he thought about it, Saro felt a little bit of a diaphragm in his heart.

Kissing the face? That won’t work either.

Unfortunately, I came to this era at the wrong time, otherwise, I would never have allowed that to happen.

“What do you say?” Number 18 was stunned.

“I ask you, did you kiss Kling’s face seven years ago?” Saro asked.

The 18th was confused.

Say what?

Colin?

Who is Kling?

How can I not remember?

When did I kiss Kling?

Saro also immediately read the inner world of Number 18.

Well?

No things?

Because, from the memory of No. 18, Saro did not find the scene he imagined.