Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 3433 [Kunlun City] Fall (94)—A bowl of stew sent by my father

Light and shadow intersect, grand scenery and ruins, amidst the dust, the Master of the Three Burials, dressed in a snow-white cassock, unstained by any dust, comes to observe the precepts and precepts.

Recite [Heart Sutra]

"...There is no ignorance, and there is no end of ignorance, and there is no old age and death, and there is no end of old age and death."

Suddenly he paused, and something blocked his steps.

The look of compassion in Master Sanzong's eyes flashed away. He stood among the heaven, earth and ruins for a long time. Finally, he sighed, then sat cross-legged on the ground and continued to recite scriptures.

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I don't know how long the bumps have been. For Bick, the pain caused by the continuous high temperature in his body seems to tear every inch of his nerves.

In time, he barely opened his eyes, and everything he saw was constantly rising and falling... He was lying on the shoulders of Father Wutai.

Not too thick, slightly hunched shoulders.

He lay on such a shoulder when he was just born, but only for a few days. The abnormally fast growth brought about the overwhelming burden on Wutai's father.

It's just that with the physique of the [Earth dweller], even if my father is old and hunched over a few hundred pounds, it won't be a problem - in fact, my father is just lazy.

He is just a lazy man, a sloppy lazy man. He is the most despised among the tribe. Even the old female [Earth dweller] is not willing to live with him, let alone the issue of reproduction.

So my father had been saving up ten pairs of pickled large intestines for a long time in order to find a wife. Finally, he dug up forage by chance and fried them.

He said this was the best meal he had ever had in his life. Instead of taking advantage of the old-fashioned woman, it would be better to sacrifice it to his five internal organs.

——When you grow up, you must be filial to your father!

——Is he carrying you to the [Dirty River Restricted Area]? They all sent those who couldn't walk to the restricted area, saying that this was their final destination.

——You traitor! !

Piccolo was just 5/365 years old that day. He vomited after taking one bite of his father's fried large intestine.

"Dad..." He shouted weakly, feeling a slight coldness on his forehead.

"How are you feeling?" Father Wu Tai asked with concern.

In the ruins of a collapsed wall, Father Wutai tore his sleeves, wetted them from the broken water pipe, and applied it to Piccolo's face. He also found a container and brought back a lot of water. .

"Your health is so bad that you need to cool down." Father Wu Tai was at a loss. "It's useless, father. I don't know where the human ice on the ground got it. It would be great if father knew the magic of the gods. They can easily turn water into ice."

"...The divine religion is not a good thing." The water moistened his throat, but he still spoke like fire, "You have also seen that the so-called divine religion wants your life."

Father Wu Tai did not refute. The impact of the scene of sacrifice and killing in the square has not yet healed. "If you don't talk about this anymore, what's wrong with your body?"

"I don't know either." Piccolo shook his head, "We can't stay here any longer... and they won't let us go."

Father Wutai sighed, "I'm afraid you won't be able to get far in your current state. It's not difficult for the God's Cult masters to find us with their abilities... How about we apologize to the God's Cult masters?"

"We must go!" Beakriz said.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry."

Father Wu Tai's eyelids twitched. When Piccolo was 10/365 years old, his majesty as a father was gone...because he was really useless, and he was no longer as strong as Piccolo at that time. .

The son is strong and the father is weak, and the father is dependent on the strong son. This has always been the tradition of [local people]. Father Wutai will not feel ashamed because of this, and is often even proud of having a strong adopted son.

The only regret is that he does not have a young wife to leave as an inheritance to his adopted son after his death.

Dad is really worried, because Piccolo is born weird and is not recognized. People say Piccolo is a monster. He will probably be like himself in the future, unable to get a wife, and will be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

"I seem to be feeling better. Dad helped me up. I can walk on my own..." Bick struggled to get up.

"Don't force it." Wu Tai's father held Piccolo's arm. It was the first time he saw such a weak adopted son. The father felt as if he was okay again. He muttered: "Young people don't know how to support themselves. If they are injured, they will die." When you get older you will know how painful it is.”

"Shut up! You feel good again, don't you, you useless old man!" Piccolo looked disgusted.

Father Wutai slapped Piccolo hard on the back of the head from behind... As soon as he finished slapping his hands, he started to tremble - not because of regret, but because of cowardice.

"What...are there mosquitoes?"

Piccolo instinctively reached out and grabbed Wu Tai's arm, and squeezed it so hard that Wu Tai's face twisted in pain.

"Hmph." Piccolo waved his hand and pushed it away, rolling his eyes. He was 49/365 years old today and was too lazy to argue with this useless old man.

Dad fell to the ground, felt aggrieved and got up again, and came to support him again, "Don't be angry, it's really another mosquito... Do you want to drink some more water, and I'll go find some more?"

Piccolo didn't say anything, and Father Wu Tai slipped out from the gap between the rocks holding a broken bucket.

Piccolo was stunned as he looked at the hand that had just grabbed and pushed his father.

Dong Dong, Dong Dong... The faint sound of drums was like poisonous insects, entering his body, his eyes, and his heart.

Piccolo's whole body glowed orange, he clutched his heart tightly, curled up on the ground in pain, as if he saw a terrifying figure in the chaos.

He had seen the [Dirty Beast] in the [Dirty River World]... secretly. This terrifying figure was more terrifying than any [Dirty Beast] he had ever seen. He couldn't find how to describe it in his limited worldview.

——You ran to the [Dirty River Restricted Area] again? ! ! Do you want to die?

--I am strong! If you hit me again, I will hit you too!

On this day, Piccolo turned 10/364 years old and turned against Tiangang.

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Suddenly, the two soft tentacles on Piccolo's head trembled slightly... His eyes turned red instantly, enduring the intense physical pain, he pressed his hands on the ground and pushed hard!

boom--! ! !

The cracks in the rubble exploded instantly!

"It's really here!"

Ten figures appeared in the surroundings instantly. One of them was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the [Demon Sect], and the other nine were wearing black mysterious armor... This mysterious armor seemed to be absorbed into the flesh and blood of the wearer, leaving only the body exposed. The cheeks were covered with green roots and muscles, and they were extremely ferocious faces.

Piccolo leaned against an end wall, breathing heavily, feeling as if his heart was about to beat wildly and explode.

"I didn't believe it at first, but judging from the situation, it must be a special species of [Zirty River]." The [Devil Sect] disciple chuckled, "I don't know how it was born, but it doesn't matter. Soon you will become the most loyal warrior of my [God Religion] like these black armors."

"Get out!" Bick was furious.

The [Devil Cult] disciple waved his hand and saw two black-armored warriors pounce at the same time - these black-armored warriors were refined with the [Demon Cult] secret method, using the special powers in [Dirty River] As a material, every strength is very powerful. It is not afraid of painful death and is a complete killing machine.

"It seems that he was bullied a little." The [Demon Sect] disciple chuckled, and even felt that the priestess was making a fuss.

But soon, the [Demon Sect] disciple changed his color slightly, and the two black-armored guys took action, but the orange-skinned guy pinned him down to the ground with brute force and started beating him violently!

What's going on? This guy obviously looks in pain?

"Do it!" The [Demon Cult] disciple snorted coldly, "Just don't beat him to death!"

The other seven black armors took action instantly and charged forward like wild bulls... This black armor was extremely hard and extremely precious, and could easily withstand it even in the Taoist realm!

"Get out!!"

Piccolo gradually went crazy.

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The old man at the foot of the slope carried a broken bucket and walked carefully under the wall. He soon came to the place where he fetched water... In the back alley of a restaurant, the water pipe on the wall cracked, leaving water all over the floor. .

Clean water is very precious in the [Dirty River] world, but it can be seen everywhere on the ground... Dad happily filled the bucket with water, leaned against the wall and fanned his palms.

boom--! !

Suddenly, a heavy iron door two meters away suddenly fell off, flew out, and hit the wall on the other side of the alley opposite.

Father Wu Tai was so frightened that he started to tremble.

I saw a slender man with a stubble and a pair of bracelets in his hands walking out with an extremely impatient look... Father Wu Tai tightened his body again first, and then suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Diao Na Xing..." The man also discovered the existence of Father Wutai, and then took a bite of the bread in his hand - Brother Tyrannosaurus.

Tyrannosaurus was wandering around lawlessly. He felt a little hungry when he walked past the restaurant, so he kicked in the door and went in, expecting to find some meat - but in the end he took some bread.

It's definitely not because he's afraid of being discovered by some handsome bald guy who eats meat but asks his disciples to become vegetarians. Absolutely not.

"What the hell? What a bad luck!"

Brother Tyrannosaurus glanced at Father Wu Tai casually, and saw Father Wu Tai staring at the bread in his hand... [Huoyun City] How could the FIT man in the Kowloon billiards room give charity?

With a sneer, Tyrannosaurus put the bread on the ground, spit, stepped on it, and then walked away with a comfortable expression on his face, his thoughts clear.

But Father Wutai didn't dislike it at all. The muddy bread that had been trampled into balls on the ground was so fragrant... He collected it carefully, and then suddenly his eyes lit up and he looked at the door that had been kicked open.

Go in, you must go in!

Dad Wutai took a deep breath. He was not so brave when he escaped from the claws of a [Filthy River] beast. "Pico is too weak. He needs to supplement his nutrition. There must be delicious food here." I can already smell the fragrance, it smells so good..."

The scent seemed to have materialized... The visualized scent made Father Wu Tai startled. People seemed to be floating - walking along the scent.

Walking through the restaurant's back kitchen passage and walking into the restaurant's kitchen, I saw something being cooked on the stove. The lid of the pot vibrated slightly, and the fragrance and water mist escaped.

Father Wutai was overjoyed and quickly looked for available things around him - as an [earth dweller], scavenging is like instinct!

He finally decided to just take the pots and pans away from the stove!

He happily picked up the pot and turned around to leave. Father Wutai was stunned when he saw a man wearing close-fitting white clothes and a white hat standing at the door... a human!

Chef uniform.

The human race was young, with black hair and black eyes - but what frightened Father Wutai was that the opponent's hand was clearly holding a sharp tool as long as a small arm - a chef's knife.

"I...I'm not...I'm..." Father Wu Tai suddenly stuttered.

[Earth dwellers] have to fight for food, and it has always been the same for humans... Dad felt the biggest crisis in his life, and he looked helpless and begged.

"The stew isn't ready yet. If you take it away now, it won't taste pure."

"Oh...ah? What?" Wu Tai's father was confused, and then said in disbelief: "You can speak [Dirty River] language?!"

"Because I lived in the [Dirty River] for a few days before, I learned a lot." The young human race smiled slightly, "Have you heard of the [Tongshan] tribe? I lived there."

"[Tongshan] Tribe?" Father Wutai was startled and nodded subconsciously. The [Tongshan] Tribe is a relatively famous medium-sized tribe. Although it is far away from the area where Father Wutai originally lived, by chance, I have heard it before.

Life in [Dirty River] is very depressing, and a little bit of hearsay can make people talk about it for a long time... It turns out that he is someone who has lived in [Tongshan].

——No, this is the human race! !

The young human came slowly, and Father Wutai was startled. He leaned back and pressed against the stove, with no way to retreat, "You, you, you, what are you going to do! I tell you, I have killed the [Dirty River] beast! My, my, my son is very strong! Don’t come here!”

The young man walked up to his father who had no choice but to retreat.

Perhaps because of his sloping feet or his hunchback, Father Wu Tai looked particularly short, like a fattened Gulu.

"Give it to me." The young tribe whispered.

Father Wu Tai gritted his teeth and was extremely reluctant to give up, but he still honestly lifted the pot he was holding.

The young man took it and put the pot back on the stove. "It will take another twenty minutes to prepare, and we need to add some ingredients."

Haven't done this yet?

Father Wutai secretly thought that this fragrance was already like a dream... He swallowed his saliva and felt uneasy... This human race didn't seem to intend to kill him?

"Wait a moment." The young human race suddenly said.

Father Wu Tai looked at the exit, hesitating whether to rush out, not knowing if he could run away... In the end, he lacked the courage and just hoped that this human race would not really kill him.

Then I saw the young human opened another stove, and then fetched some ingredients. As if he didn't care about the existence of Father Wutai, he just started processing them smoothly.

Even though the aesthetics are different, Dad still feels...it looks good.

Looking at the spotless clothes of the young man, Father Wutai quietly rubbed his palms on the clothes... and then silently rubbed his feet on his calves a few times, then lowered his head, not daring to look further.

The young tribe turned around and started frying.

Father Wu Tai quietly moved towards the door, very slowly, for fear of making a little noise.

"Can I eat spicy food?" the young man suddenly asked, but did not look back.

"Yes!" Father Wutai said sharply, and quickly stepped back... It was a pity that he had finally moved the two steps.

not long time.

The young man smiled and brought the pan directly to the side dish table. He grabbed some tableware and pushed it in front of Father Wutai.

"Is this for... me?" Father Wu Tai's eyes widened in disbelief.

The young tribe nodded and said: "When the stew is ready, let's take some back. We won't be able to finish it anyway."

"You...you guys?"

The young man didn't say anything, he just looked at Father Wutai as if he was some kind of encouragement.

Father Wutai hesitated for a moment, but after all he couldn't resist the temptation of food... Whether it was poisonous or not was not his consideration at all. He quickly picked up the pan and grabbed the food with his freshly wiped hands without using the utensils. Then he brought it to his mouth.

The young man got a glass of water, handed it to his father, and then started processing other ingredients - probably adding them to the stew.

It's potatoes and carrots.

Without being stared at, Father Wutai ate even more freely. He simply buried his face in it and chewed it directly.

--Satisfied!

Father Wu Tai let out a long breath, then remembered the current situation, and secretly cursed himself for being spineless, "What... you, you are quite a nice person."

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This human race didn't do anything to him and gave him food, so he probably really wouldn't touch him anymore... Dad thought to himself, mainly because he could still communicate normally.

"Thank you for your compliment." The young tribesman nodded with a smile, "I'll bring some bread back later, it'll be good to eat with it."

Father Wutai sighed: "The human race on your land is better off. Even the leader of the tribe doesn't have such a house."

"Give."

A large packing box was delivered.

Dad's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw the other party put it in with his own eyes. The portion was very generous - and most importantly, there was a lot of meat!

- Weird...guy?

Father Wu Tai had been out for a long time, and now he was thinking about going back. He gritted his teeth and took the packing box, then turned around suddenly and rushed out.

"Wait a moment."

"You said you would give it to me!!" Daddy held the takeaway box in his arms, terrified... but then he realized that it was not the young human who called him, but another one.

And it was a female human... blonde.

"Here is your bread." The blonde woman dressed as a waitress brought a bag full of bread, "It's just out of the oven, very fresh."

--It was the kind of food that the mean guy had stepped on the ground a few times just now!

Daddy Wu Tai was shocked.

Did he meet a god? !

"Thank... Thank you."

"Please be careful on the road." The blonde waitress smiled and stared.

-- Daddy, I might have really met the legendary god.

Daddy Wu Tai picked up the bucket that had been full in the alley for a long time and walked out in a daze.

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Bang... Bang--! ! !

The face of the [Demon Cult] disciple gradually became embarrassed, and saw that a black-armored warrior was torn apart... At the same time, there were two black-armored warriors lying on the ground who had completely lost their ability to move.

The orange-skinned guy in front of him became more and more courageous, like a trapped beast, and aroused his hidden ferocity.

"Good guy, I really look forward to refining you into black armor." The [Demon Cult] disciple decided to do it himself. If the black armor continued to wear out, he might be severely punished!

In an instant, the [Demon Armor] disciple turned into a gust of cold wind and slashed out a palm!

It hit Piccolo's back!

Piccolo gritted his teeth and felt a piercing pain, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string... Pain, severe pain all over the body!

"A guy who only knows brute force." The [Demon Cult] disciple chuckled, "Submit, and you won't have to suffer so much."

Bick got up in a panic... He gritted his fangs, but suddenly turned around and got into the gap in the ruins.

"Can you escape?" The [Demon Cult] disciple sneered.

He took the remaining black armor and opened and closed it, destroying and catching up.

...

"Daddy's smell..."

Bick gritted his teeth and walked through the ruins in a panic. After smelling the smell of Wu Tai's father, he instantly changed another direction.

"Bick! How did you get out!"

"Daddy!"

Seeing that Wu Tai's father was holding something and carrying a bucket of water, running towards him with difficulty, Piccolo was furious: "Don't come over... They found us! Go separately! Don't worry about me!"

"...Okay!" Wu Tai's father turned around without saying a word, and then made a gesture.

This is a unique code for the two.

Seeing his father not looking back, he climbed up the slope and entered a gap, and Piccolo breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

"I found you, mouse!"

Behind him, a sound of breaking through the air came, Piccolo failed to be driven away, and was chopped away by the [Demon Cult] disciple again. He spit out blood and climbed up again with the help of the stone.

"You are so tenacious." The [Demon Cult] disciple showed a hint of admiration in his eyes, as if he saw a treasure.

At this time, the drums of the grand festival became faster and faster.

"Is it the final stage?" The [Demon Cult] disciple thought, "Let's end this matter as soon as possible."

After that, the [Demon Cult] disciple took out a magic weapon and planned to tie the orange-skinned guy back directly... But Piccolo was motionless at this time, as if he had given up resistance.

The [Demon Cult] disciple couldn't help but feel suspicious. He raised his hand and commanded the black-armored soldiers around him to stop, "Don't get close, it's a bit weird."

Dongdongdong, Dongdongdong...

The dense drum beats, each of which hit the heart. The [Demon Cult] disciple suddenly felt a sense of horror and felt his scalp tingling.

"Ah..."

Bick suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he directly clawed on his chest, forcibly scratched five bloody marks on his chest with his fingers.

With a wave of his bloody hand, blood spilled, and Bick moved instantly. The eyes of his red eyes flashed in the air like two red lines!

The [Demon Cult] disciple was shocked and used all his strength to operate the magic power... As an elite disciple of the current [Demon Cult], his magic power was extremely high, and he was a genius who almost could impact the current [Demon Cult] cadres.

But the magic skills that had always been invincible seemed to have completely lost control at this moment... The [Demon Cult] disciple couldn't even take a breath, and his body was as stiff as a stone under the effect of the violent magic skills!

He was horrified.

Piccolo didn't wait for him, and punched out like a beast... His fist easily pierced the chest of the [Demon Cult] disciple!

"How could you..." The [Demon Cult] disciple was incredulous, his pupils contracted, and his breathing seemed to stop, "Can... can suppress... suppress me..."

Bang——! ! !

Piccolo punched again, and the second punch directly blew up the [Demon Cult] disciple's head... A headless corpse with a pierced chest fell to the ground.

The black-armored warriors who had lost their leaders around them went crazy instantly.

Piccolo roared and fought with several black-armored warriors directly... Compared with before, his strength was increased by five times, ten times or more!

The black-armored warrior who never got tired and didn't know pain actually began to roar in pain... one by one, three, four.

The fifth one, Piccolo jumped directly onto the shoulders of the black-armored warrior, holding the black-armored warrior's head with both hands, and suddenly lifted it up... a dark red bloody bone was pulled out!

"Ah——!!!"

After the killing, Piccolo looked up to the sky and roared, as if he wanted to drown out the drums of the great ceremony!

Boom——! !

A thunderous thunder fell from the sky, and the air was shaken by chopping and shaking.

A large amount of heat dissipated, and Piccolo seemed to gradually calm down... His eyes regained consciousness, and he took a deep breath. His heart was beating wildly, and his body temperature was also extremely high, and he even continued to have this strong dizzy feeling.

"Dad..." Piccolo suddenly raised his head, his figure flashed, and he looked for the smell of Wutai's father.

Before they could find it too far, there was a special envoy mark left by Father Wutai on the road... Soon, when they came to the place where the mark disappeared, Piccolo raised his hand to pick up an iron pipe and started banging on the wall.

After a few sounds, I saw a short figure crawling out of a trash can that had fallen on the ground.

"Bikko!" Father Wutai shouted cautiously.

"It's okay, they were killed by me." Piccolo showed a rare faint smile, "Old man, come out!"

"Come here!" Father Wu Tai happily got out of the trash can, then carefully patted the package in his arms and put it in his hand, "Come on, come on, I just met a good man, he gave me some Food! Let me tell you, dad, my life is really worth it!”

Holding the food in his arms, Father Wu Tai ran over happily.

There was a scream.

A black shadow suddenly struck.

Father Wu Tai instantly rolled to the ground like a ball and crashed directly into a collapsed building.

"Dad..."

In front of him, a black armor with a ferocious face crashed directly into Piccolo... Piccolo remained motionless and allowed the black armor to hit him.

"ah……"

A low growl resounded in his throat, and Piccolo gradually opened the black armor that was hugging him. Under the emotionless eyes of the black armored warrior, he directly pinched the black armor's head with his palms, bit by bit. crumb!

"Dad!"

Piccolo suddenly shuddered and crashed into the collapsed building.

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Snapped.

The energy source had already been shut down, and a strange sound came from the corner of the dark and messy lobby of the building... Piccolo's eyes narrowed, and he saw an arm slowly lifted up among a pile of scraps.

Then the palm of his hand opened a little harder, and Father Wutai slowly crawled out of the waste in embarrassment, "It hurts to death, old man... oh, oh, oh, oh..."

"Dad." Piccolo was stunned, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked over and stretched out his hand to pull out Wutai's dad, "Okay, he's not dead yet."

"That's right! Dad, I was the one who really survived the claws of the [Dirty River] beast!" Wu Tai's father's face was rosy, "Decades ago, the women in the tribe would not close the door at night! Hum!"

Piccolo trembled his lips at this time and stared at Father Wutai motionlessly.

"That's right! I almost forgot!"

At this moment, Father Wu Tai turned around and dug out a big bag from the ruins like a dog plow. He hurriedly opened it, only to find that the packing box inside had long been leaked, and the bread in the other bag had also been crushed into pieces. A lump, the juice from the stew meat was mixed in, and it probably turned into a paste.

Father Wu Tai looked at it with a heartbroken look on his face. He quickly grabbed a handful and put it into his mouth. His eyes lit up immediately, "The human race really didn't lie to me. It's really delicious."

"Dad..."

"Why, you want it too?" Father Wu Tai looked at his adopted son with a smile. Feeling that he was good again, he grabbed a handful of bread mixed with gravy and put it in front of Piccolo, "Eat! You have just fought, you must be hungry! Dad, I am so awesome! If you put this food in the [Dirty River], I dare say that only adults from the divine sect can enjoy it... No, it must be a female sacrifice. qualified!"

"Dad..."

"Eat? Do you want me to feed you?" Father Wu Tai clicked his tongue twice, glanced at Piccolo, and was shocked when he saw his eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes, "What the hell are you doing? "

clatter!

Just as he kicked his eyes, the bread ball in Father Wu Tai's hand fell directly to the ground. Father Wu Tai was shocked. He never wastes food!

"I am..."

He subconsciously squatted down and reached out to grab the bread ball on the ground, but his palm was empty in an instant.

"What's wrong with me?"

Father Wu Tai grabbed it with both hands at the same time, like a rootless shadow, unable to grasp anything. He raised his head and subconsciously grabbed Piccolo, his palms passing through Piccolo's body.

Father Wu Tai and Piccolo looked at each other.

for a long time.

Father Wu Tai finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the bag that also fell on the ground with regret, and licked his lips, "If I had known...if I had known, I would have eaten it all and wouldn't have brought it to you."

"Dad..." Bick's eyes were already red, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.

Dad failed to grab his hand, and his hand failed to grab Dad's shoulder.

Father Wu Tai's lips, cheeks, and eyes twitched, and he pursed his lips and said, "I must marry many, many wives!"

"Um."

"You must not be aggressive and aggressive! As an [earth dweller], you must be steady!"

"Um…"

"When you worship me, you must have ten large intestines!"

"good……"

"You must, you must..." Father Wu Tai's figure gradually faded away, "You must, remember my name!"

"good."

"You are my son!!"

He patted his chest, raised his hunched back, raised his sloping feet, and finally leveled his shoulders, but could only barely reach Piccolo's chest.

This was the last sight that Piccolo could see,

"Dad...Dad!!!"

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"...I know that Prajnaparamita is a great divine mantra, a great enlightenment mantra, a supreme mantra, and an infinite mantra. It can eliminate all suffering and is true and true..."

It sounds like chanting, like singing.

Master San Zun's fingers suddenly stopped twisting the bead string, and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw a man and woman walking slowly in front of him... The woman was holding a food box in her hand.

"We meet again, donor." Master Sanzong smiled slightly.

"Master, how are you doing recently?" The man... Boss Luo said hello softly.

Master San Zang thought for a moment and said, "I am a very nice person and my heart is pure, but the world is not good."

Boss Luo didn't say anything, he just knelt down - right in front of Master Sanzong, lay a hunched figure.

His whole body had been burned extensively, his hands, his chest, his shoulders...even half of his face was covered in wrinkles.

"Master is trying to save him." Boss Luo asked softly.

"When I met him, I did it." Master Sanzang shook his head slightly and sighed: "This martial arts donor also ate the offal given by the young monk, but he has a lot of obsessions in his heart."

Boss Luo smiled slightly, "I also made some food, can you share some, Master?"

"Okay." Master Sanzong glanced at the maid next to him, smiled slightly and said, "The young monk recognizes the female donor's cooking skills."

The maid covered her mouth and smiled: "It's a pity that my master is the one doing the cooking this time."

"Oh?" Master Sanzong blinked in surprise.

The maid put down the food box in her hand, and Boss Luo opened it himself, took out the tableware, scooped out a bowl, and slowly placed it in front of Father Wu Tai.

A glimmer of light emerged and fell into Boss Luo's palm.

Looking at the bald head in his palm, Boss Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly said: "Since the world is not good, Master, do you want to do something?"

Right now.

[White Tiger] In the large area, a black beam of light rose into the sky, the sky roared up and down, and a dark crack hundreds of meters long was drawn in the sky!

A pair of terrifying big hands suddenly stretched out from the crack and violently tore the crack open.

[Demon Soul Soldier] is coming!

"The young monk wants to..." Master Sanzong took a deep breath, "Exterminate demons and defend the Tao!"

With that said, Master Three Burials... the handsome bald boy stood up directly, pinched the wide sleeves of his cassock, and tied them directly on his shoulders, "You can only eat this bowl of meat when the young monk comes back!"

Then the handsome bald boy jumped up and disappeared in an instant.

Boss Luo looked back at the maid, chuckled and said, "Let's go back."

"OK."

He took one last look at Father Wutai.

"Have a nice meal."