Wandering in Dragon Ball

The King of the Northern Realm rubbed his eyebrows and sighed.

On the small square table in front of him, the Bird of Time was eating delicious food with relish.

The crystal ball next to the bird had just been looked at a few minutes ago.

This was a virtual message sent by Weiss, which recorded information about Padola and Li Meng.

"Carefully investigate this Earthling!"

Weiss made a key mark, and the North Kaio King had to pay attention to it.

To be honest, he was shocked when he recognized Padola's identity.

Among the many angels, he is the only one who can take action on his own initiative, and he also has immortality.

If such a person acts recklessly in the lower realm, it will be a disaster on a cosmic level.

What's puzzling is that she actually came into contact with an earthling with low fighting ability.

This is a little strange.

I haven't observed much about Li Meng's Northern Realm King, but it can be seen that he currently poses no threat.

The universe can grab a lot of people with less than one million fighting capacity.

Even if he could practice the Kaio Fist, his fighting power would only be million.

This kind of strength cannot be discerned by the masters of North Galaxy.

When it comes to people to pay attention to, there are really two people at the moment.

That is Cyborg No. 17, and the Saiyan child Sun Wukong who was adopted by Sun Gohan.

This is the first time that people found in the world of gods have perfectly accepted the SSS genetic reagent. In other words, they have the possibility of becoming gods.

"This Li Meng is really lucky. With such a friend, even if the earth is really destroyed, it will be easy to rebuild a high-level civilized planet with the potential of the two of them."

"It's just that, now that I've met Frieza, it's hard to say whether I can survive."

The Northern Kaiwang glanced at the small round clock placed on the roof.

There is only one hour left before the Armageddon on Earth.

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"There's still one hour left." Professor Breeve took off his glasses and touched Bulma's head lovingly.

"Dad, play with me." Bulma wore her hair in a bun, her chubby little hands raised high, her eyes shining brightly.

"Okay, when this battle is over, dad will accompany you to fly a kite." Professor Breve chuckled and handed Bulma to Satan.

Satan, who had never raised a child before, smiled awkwardly, but ended up smiling uglier than crying.

Watching the two people move away, No. 18 walked out of the aisle.

"Professor, Bulma still doesn't know the meaning of this battle, does she?"

"Well, the child is still young, so just let her continue to remain innocent."

"If you keep this secret from her, won't you regret it if you really die in battle?"

Professor Brive glanced at the beautiful blond girl and closed his eyes.

A few years later, if Bulma grows up, she will surely be as beautiful as this cyborg.

"On the 18th, I am now the king of the world, and I must shoulder some responsibilities."

"If the emperor of the universe named Frieza really breaks out and takes action, according to Li Meng, we will only be slaughtered."

No. 18 lowered his eyelashes sadly: "You really believe him, he is just a child."

"But he saved the Earth, didn't he?" Professor Breve smiled.

"I have tested the time machine he left to Satan. It is really a genius invention. If the earth loses, Satan will take Bulma back to the past. Li Meng of that era will definitely become stronger than he is now."

"So you told a lie to your younger brother and asked them to take refuge in the Earth Temple?" No. 18 took a deep breath, looked at Professor Brive and said, "You said you wanted to keep the fire, but I didn't expect the plan to be like this. .”

"There is no need to use honorifics because I am considering the future of you two brothers and sisters. That will create a lot of points." Professor Brive stood up and walked out of the door. "Our performance stage has been set up. Let's start your script. Let’s go, No. 18.”

"You will definitely... become a dazzling protagonist."

Seeing Professor Brive's resolute expression, No. 18 hesitated to speak.

This man was ready to sacrifice himself.

And what about her?

For the sake of her beloved brother, does she have this consciousness?

Recalling scenes from childhood, the relaxed and happy smile of that little boy came to mind.

The corners of No. 18's mouth gradually rose.

"Lapis... you have to live."