Dragon Ball Villain System

"Bardock, why did you refuse him?" Ji Nei pinched Kakarot's chubby little face and asked softly: "It's just a child to take care of. This request is not too much. .1kanshu"

Although Bardock was persecuted by the country, he was still a lunatic who was willing to give up his life for the country. Now that His Highness the Prince is asking for help, it stands to reason that Bardock shouldn't refuse.

"Do you think he can rescue Tarble?" Bardock took Jinai into his arms and teased Kakarot with his index finger: "Vegeta secretly exiled Tarble to a deserted and remote planet. It seems like Disgust and abandonment are actually another kind of protection. I have to say that he disguised himself very well, but unfortunately he couldn't escape Frieza's eyes."

"You mean...Tabur has been targeted by Frieza?"

"Yes." Bardock nodded: "I am riding on Ginyu's spaceship, and Ginyu controls the deployment of the entire Frieza army. Frieza has stationed four divisions near the planet Pluto. The group is obviously monitoring Tabur. If I had promised him just now, he would have fallen into Frieza's trap."

"Can a cruel guy like him have feelings?" Ji Nei looked down at Naba who was lying on the ground with no eyes open at his feet: "It's really strange that he is so kind to his brother, but he can kill his loyal companion without hesitation. guy."

Bardock looked at Nappa with a look without mercy: "He knew that Vegeta had feelings for Tabur. If this matter was leaked, it would directly threaten Tabur's life. 35xs Only dead people will shut up, there is nothing good about it. Weird."

"God will bless your soul, may you be well in heaven, Your Majesty the King!" A loyal minister shouted, followed by the choking sounds of a group of ministers. Green smoke rose from the ground, and the explosion of energy bombs made the air extremely hot.

Blanc wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it, looking at the ministers who were covering their faces and crying with a gloomy expression. The one who cried the most heartbreakingly was a guy whose whole body was charred and black, rolling on the ground like a child. She is not crying for the dead king, but for the red wine she has collected.

"Hello, Aunt Ji Nei, my name is Ellie." Ellie crossed her fingers on her legs and bowed to Ji Nei. The wind carried her twin ponytails. She looked cute and cute, not as arrogant as usual. .

"She is Ekiro's daughter." Bardock glanced at Ellie and said coldly: "There are not many surviving Saiyans. There are only two of you female Saiyans left. I hope you can get along well." , to continue the pure Saiyan bloodline."

"Huh?!"

"Okay, okay, the palace has been reduced to ashes. Let's find a place to live first." Cambor smiled and smoothed things over: "Where are the two cultivators I left behind? Are they dead?"

...

The Western Capital of Zuo Sheng Kingdom, the Castle of Holy War.

This is the place where the founding monarch of the Zuosheng Kingdom once lived. After hundreds of years, the Holy War Castle is still magnificent. Royal guards armed with four-hole multi-shot muskets guarded both sides of the gilded city gate of the Holy War Castle. Their straight black military uniforms, royal hats and white gloves made them look majestic and sacred.

There are weird-looking fish in the marble fountain. In the center of the fountain is a handsome statue wearing a large cloak. The statue's hand is on the hilt of the sword at his waist and he is looking up at the sun, as if he wants to draw out the sword and throw it into the air. The sunlight was cut in half.

This is the statue of the founder of the Zuosheng Kingdom. Legend has it that he once used this sword to cut off the river, and everyone in the world respected him. The statue is indeed majestic, but the two flowery underpants hanging on the statue's knees make the statue's majesty disappear.

If any minister dared to be so presumptuous, he would have been hanged long ago. There was one lunatic exception, his name was Sewell, a guy who dared to point at the king's nose and curse when he was drunk. Blanc gave Sevier a winery, and Sevier soaked in the barrel again and burped.

In the Castle of Holy War, the girl used a comb to arrange her wet long hair and walked along the spiral staircase. She was wearing a pair of exquisite high-heeled shoes, and the sound of the high-heeled shoes hitting the ground was a little cold.

Pushing open the two black carved doors, you will see a large meeting hall. Professor Blank sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a half-burned cigarette between his fingertips. Standing in front of him were ministers dressed in mourning. They were arguing endlessly about how to bury the dead king.

Campbell stood by the window, resting his hands on the sill and looking at the undulating sea in the distance. The scenery looking out from this location is indeed beautiful. The only drawback is that there are too many bird droppings. Seagull-like birds can grow up to ten meters in length and poop enough to bury a person alive.

Campbell turned sideways and Ellie was walking towards him. The girl had her hair loose and was wearing a light blue dress. Wearing a heavy iron bracer on his right arm, his body exuded an intoxicating fragrance. Completely different from those pungent perfumes, this scent is very natural and pleasant to smell.

"What are you doing here?"

"You take care of me." Ellie replied coldly and sat down on the sofa. She took off her high heels and put them aside, hugging her knees and playing with the bells tied to her ankles.

After a brief silence, the ministers began to argue again. Some suggested using a crystal coffin to bury the king's tomb, while others suggested that the coffin should be made of fine golden nanmu. They argued over the number of victims.

There are many poor people in Zuo Shengguo, and those despicable guys will draw their swords and fight to death for a mouthful of food. Many children squatted in the streets and alleys in groups, specifically to rob the nobles and wealthy businessmen. They didn't care about their lives. Even if they sent an army to kill them all, there would be new gangsters to take their place and rob them the next day. There is nothing to cherish about this kind of child, which can be bought for very little money. Using three thousand boys and girls to bury the king, the king's funeral can be held beautifully without spending too much money.

It is so cruel to suffocate an undeveloped child alive in a coffin. But Ellie played with her bell expressionlessly, showing no mercy for the victims. Campbell also said nothing, closing his eyes and turning a deaf ear to the words of those ministers.

"Your Majesty, the eternal wise king, unfortunately died young. Based on your Majesty's achievements, we should ask craftsmen to carve a statue out of marble and place it side by side with the statue of the late king!"

"Of course the burial victims must be twelve-year-old boys and girls. The scale must be large, at least 5000 people, right?"

"No, 5000 people were buried as victims. That's too many!" Finally, a minister stood up to seek justice for the victims.

This minister did not sympathize with the victims, but was reluctant to part with 5000 sets of gorgeous clothes. After all, he was being buried for the king, so it would be inappropriate to dress in rags.

Blanc's cigarette finally burned out, and he put out the cigarette butt in the iron ashtray: "There should be fewer victims. I think... fifty people are enough."

"Fifty people?"

A wealthy businessman with a humble status had to buy hundreds of people to bury him when he died, while a majestic king only used people to bury him, which was a bit too shabby.

"These fifty people are of noble status, and they are completely worthy of being buried as kings." Blanc said softly.

"I am so stupid that I don't know what the king father means?"

What answered him was a black energy beam that easily penetrated his forehead. Campbell chuckled and looked at the ministers as if they were looking at dead people.