Dragon Ball Romance

Chapter 401 "13" Self-help

The dark and damp forest—

Click!Lightning illuminated the tall figure walking in the dense forest and his dark yellow and indifferent eyes.

Rumbling... The sky is rolling with thunder.

Cracking, crushing a wooden branch, Piccolo's eyes paused slightly, and the huge shadow that looked ahead turned out to be a castle built in such a ghostly place.

After leaving the temple for more than 100 years, Piccolo is less and less close to the areas where humans live. In the past 30 years, it has basically only been active in the wild and uninhabited areas. I have almost forgotten what humans and the houses that humans live in look like.

Lest you can't control your inner demons.

So seeing this gloomy castle, Piccolo first wanted to stay away—but, after realizing that there was no aura in the castle, he stopped again, watched for a while, and walked in.

Pushing open the old heavy gate, Piccolo entered the castle, walking on the old red carpet, stirring up some dust.

"Yes... who is it?" In the darkness ahead, someone actually spoke.

Piccolo was startled, and when he took a closer look, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly lit up in front of the pitch-black... The other party slowly leaned over, and it turned out to be a hunchbacked, monster-like ugly monster.

This guy's aura is too weak, it's like a candle in the wind, that's why I didn't notice him outside just now?Piccolo stabilized his mood, but still took two steps back, even at this distance, he almost couldn't help but want to tear the other party apart... At this moment, the other party said hoarsely: "Ah, are you also a demon? "

Mozu! ?
Piccolo's pupils shrank.

Although he had never heard of this name, he still responded to his own situation in the shortest possible time.

It turns out that I...

There was a storm in his heart, and he asked calmly: "What, is it a demon?"

The rickets, who seemed to be dying at any moment, glanced at Piccolo, coughed twice, and gasped: "There are not many now... Come on, come and see with me..."

Piccolo followed the other party as if walking deep in the darkness, and soon came to the deepest part of the castle, and came to a set of steps.

His dark vision was pretty good, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw a terrifying figure sitting on a huge throne!
Piccolo was terrified, and his whole body was on guard, even putting on a defensive fighting stance.

"This is the king of the demon clan...Master Satan..." The voice of the rickety demon clan was weak, but it was obviously filled with reverence and hatred, and the two opposing emotions were magically unified. "He is the greatest demon clan...but he is also the one who personally cut off the continuation of the demon clan..."

It was only then that Piccolo realized that the huge figure on the throne was nothing more than a dead body, the decayed body of the Great Demon King Satan that the rickety demons said.

It's just a corpse, and it's so scary!
Piccolo was horrified in his heart, since his strength skyrocketed, he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Compared with him, other people in the world are really just ants.

But today, in front of a dead body, Piccolo instinctively felt the terror of the other party... He couldn't imagine that such a terrifying monster existed in the world—or rather, it existed.

The Rickets led Piccolo around the throne and came to the underground cave.

Peng, he lit a candle, and the green flame reflected the figures of the two of them, one big and one small, on the cold cave wall.

Piccolo was sweating coldly, observing the weird murals on the four walls, and the stories described in the tone of legends and myths.

Demons, disasters...

"Master Satan, the great demon king, is the one who can destroy this world with a single flip of a finger... the supreme and greatest demon king..." the rickety demon kept coughing, his lungs were like a broken bellows, "his strength is... It is the pinnacle of all demon races..." He stroked the last line of writing written on the stone wall with hatred.

The handwriting has been blurred, revealing a simple and simple charm: The demons are gone, and my watch is over.

Piccolo's head was covered with cold sweat unknowingly, and asked: "Since he is so powerful, how did he die? What happened?"

The rickets did not speak for a long time, making people wonder if he died suddenly.

"It's the gods..." the tone of the rickety demons didn't even dare to bring the hatred for Satan, he murmured, "He is the savior praised by mankind, and the destroyer of everything...he It is an existence more terrifying than the Great Demon King Satan... He defeated the Great Demon King and ordered him to personally stop the inheritance of the demon race in this world... No demon race can escape the extinction of the Great Demon King Satan... No..."

god……

Piccolo's mind flashed the figure of the god word white robe and animal mask.

God, it's so powerful! ?

Even if he had respect for God, even if he knew God was the savior in the legend, Piccolo still felt really shocked when he witnessed all this with his own eyes.

"Under the supervision of Satan, we demons can only be like you..." Rickets raised their heads and grinned strangely at Piccolo, "You never killed a human, did you?"

Piccolo clenched his fists, suppressing his killing intent, and said, "I'm not a demon."

The rickety demon clan seemed to hear some big joke, "You...you are really... so ridiculous! Hahaha...do you think...when did you think you became a demon clan? Hahahaha... ..."

The rickets laughed wildly, and finally died laughing in front of Piccolo.

He fell to the ground, the candle was overturned, and the corner of his mouth was reflected before it was extinguished, and a voice like gossamer entered Piccolo's ear: "From the very beginning...you are a demon..."

Piccolo was furious, and roared, "Shut up!"

The crypt trembled, and the gravel rolled down. When Piccolo came to his senses, he had already blasted the rickety demons into burnt black charcoal with qigong waves...

In the crystal ball is the scene of Piccolo wailing silently in the underground cave, while An Ning is watching while eating the hot pot in the Bagua stove, her face is expressionless.

Piccolo returned here after nearly 200 years in Yunzebit Highland.

Back to "home".

He sat blankly on the top of the white four-cornered insect-shaped "house" and looked up at the sky blankly.

I have been looking at the sky for 30 years day after day, but now it seems a little strange.

What am I... exactly?
Piccolo chewed on the little voice of his loved ones that remained in his mind.

"Another world..." He whispered the language of his hometown.This is the original meaning of the name "Piccolo", and it is also his longing for his hometown.If he is a demon, then what is his hometown?What are the relatives he had naively looked forward to for more than 30 years?
He left Yunzebit Heights again.Passing through the cold wind at high altitude, Piccolo flew forward, but after a while, he suddenly felt a very familiar air below.

In the Budokan, the old Wu Taidou was furious. One of his left and right hands was carrying two ineffective disciples, and he threw them out fiercely, cursing: "One knows how to deceive and abduct, and the other knows how to harass women! Sooner or later, I will be killed by both of you!" How can I teach you two bastards! Wu Tian, ​​are you still smiling with me here? Do you think that you are the righteous brother of divination? Kneel for me! You two, No food for three days!..."

High above the sky, Piccolo watched quietly, and had no intention of going down to catch up on the old days.Until Wu Taidou got tired of beating and scolding, he shook his hands and left, leaving his two disciples kneeling in the courtyard skillfully. One of them, after the master left, his original expression of obedience changed immediately, and he made a nonchalant gesture to the junior next to him. Grimacing... Piccolo withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the distant sky, and after a while, finally flew away.

In the corridor of the Budokan, the aged Wu Taidou looked at the sky and did not speak for a long time.

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Standing in the square of the temple again after a hundred years, Piccolo is in a completely different mood.

"Hello." Mr. Bobo is still completely unchanged from a hundred years ago.

Piccolo sullenly, looking around.

Mr. Bobo pointed up, reminding him to look up.

"Sure enough, we have already broken through the threshold!" The white-robed fairy floating above his head was bending over to observe Piccolo, and said playfully, "Is it different from Wu Taidou..."

"God..." Piccolo murmured.

Wang Chao landed in front of him and asked, "When did you feel your strength increase rapidly?"

He wasn't paying attention to Piccolo all the time, either.He also has his own practice to do... For more than 100 years, intermittently, he finally "refined" the remaining 1% of the cells in his brain!Today, Wang Chao is only short of 2% of the eyes, and can completely transform the cells of his body into G cells equivalent to gods, fairy cells!

Sweat broke out on Piccolo's forehead, and he found that he hadn't changed in any way from a hundred years ago. Looking at the god in front of him was still like looking at the air, gazing at a ray of sunshine.

It's like standing close to a huge sun, with his tiny existence, he can't see the boundary of the sun at all...

"God..." He lowered his head dejectedly, unable to answer the question, and asked in frustration, "Is it because I...was a demon from the beginning? So I was wrong from the beginning..."

Wang Chao resisted the idea of ​​a question mark popping up in his head, sighed speechlessly, and said angrily, "What are you thinking! If I thought so, I would have eliminated you directly when I was in Yunzebit. I once kindly invited you..." Piccolo raised his head suddenly, surprised in the surprise, confused in the surprise, could it be... God refused me again and again because I refused to go with him at that time?
Of course, Wang Chao would not read other people's minds anytime and anywhere. He raised his hand and pointed at Piccolo, which made the latter tense up in fright.

But this time, Wang Chao just tapped Piccolo's eyebrows lightly, and reminded: "Since you have discovered your problem, you should find a way to solve it yourself! How come you can't think of such a simple thing?"

Piccolo was still immersed in the panic that he was completely unable to rise up against the finger of God just now... Hearing what Wang Chao said, he couldn't help but said in a daze: "But, I'm already a demon... "

Wang Chao now understands why the Great Elder of Namek called this genius Dragon Clan stupid in the comics.

Or... Piccolo, who was attacked by demonic energy, was blinded to a certain extent, so he forgot some of his own characteristics for a while?And then when the human side became the god of the earth, did he remember his special ability?Wang Chao shook his head, too lazy to continue playing guessing games with him, and reminded him directly: "Dragon Ball! How is it? When you hear this word, do you think of anything?"

Piccolo visibly shook, his pupils constricted.

"You are a dragon genius of Namek," Wang Chao said softly, "you just need to remember your innate talent..."

A talent connected to the Dragon Realm.Wang Chao looked at the sky, and suddenly thought: When I met the old man Longshen for the first time, that's why he was so friendly to me?

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Master Wu: 180
Piccolo: 18000
(End of this chapter)