How did I fall in love with No. 18 in Dragon Ball?

this day.

Most of the people on the earth are sitting in front of the TV, watching a program in which Satan, the world fighting champion, is featured.

now.

He was wearing a white suit majestically, with a golden belt wrapped around his waist. His dark and strong muscles looked very powerful.

"drink!"

Satan let out a low growl, his face flushed red, and he pulled a bus behind him, slowly moving towards the center of the stage.

"It's Mister Satan!

Mr. Satan, our world fighting champion!

OMG viewers, what do we see now?

It's a car, Mr. Satan actually walked out calmly with the bus! "

The host's voice in the center of the stage was full of passion, and the audience was extremely excited under his explanation.

On the entire huge stage, nearly 100,000 spectators roared and shouted wildly.

"Satan! Satan! Satan!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

"Roar!"

Reluctantly pulling the bus to the center of the stage, Satan regained his majestic and relaxed look, and raised his gold medal belt with both hands to face all the audience.

"Hi everyone, I am Mr. Satan, the world fighting champion!"

His voice naturally has a deep majesty, coupled with his muscles, height and champion status that are different from ordinary people.

He does look strong.

Immediately, everyone present was boiling again, shouting crazily, as if they wanted to transform fear into worship of Satan.

"Mr. Satan, it seems that everyone admires you very much, what do you think of Shalu?

Are you going to play in Cell's game? The other two Cell called their names and asked to participate in the game. Who are they and how strong are they? Do you have any unique insights? "

The master came to Satan and raised the microphone to ask questions.

"Sharu is just a ridiculous guy. He is not as scary as everyone thinks."

Satan put on the golden belt, folded his hands and closed his eyes with a cold look.

"Is it that Celluloid is not scary, or that Mr. Satan is very confident? Cellulite has destroyed many cities, and even the local army is in trouble."

The host continued to ask questions.

"Ha ha……"

Satan smiled disdainfully, slowly opened his eyes, shook his head and said firmly: "The city is destroyed by a magical mist, similar to biological and chemical weapons. As for the local army, it is too underestimated.

Of course, Cell is still very dangerous to ordinary people, but I, the world champion, Mr. Satan, am here.

He is just a clown, I can defeat him at any time, so you don't have to worry too much. "

The words fall.

There was a moment of silence, when Satan was a little flustered, deafening screams and shouts rolled in.

"Satan! Satan! Satan!"

"Savior! Savior! Savior!"

Later, the shouting changed, or it was the work of Satan's agent, or people thought that Satan was hope.

In short, some people have begun to put the name of the savior on him.

With the broadcast of this well-known TV program, more and more people on the earth have raised hope in Satan.

I believe that with further publicity, Satan will become what everyone hopes for.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the TV station is getting more intense, and Babidi and the others are also choosing a suitable city, preparing to use magic to inform most people.

Orange Star City.

Inside the villa.

Ning Su and La Zili sat on the sofa together, and the big TV in front was playing a program.

"This person is really ignorant, and the people on earth are too serious about martial arts." Looking at Satan on the TV show, La Zili looked cold and shook her head indifferently towards him and the enthusiastic audience.

madness.

ignorance.

Stealing fame and deceiving the world.

This is her view of Satan.

"I think this person is very interesting. If he can admit that martial arts is not a trick, then basically no one will think that martial arts is a trick."

Ning Su stretched out his hand to hold her waist and walked away gently, looking at Satan on the TV with a hint of interest on his face.

He wants to complete the live broadcast task.

I feel that if Satan admits everything, then other people will not have any doubts, and it seems very interesting.

"Really where your hands are."

Pressing the hand that was squeezing her inner body, Li Zili's earlobes were pink, and her body felt numb and weak. She clamped her legs between her troubled hands with difficulty, and glanced at Ning Su coldly.

The time was wrong and the atmosphere was not good, so Ning Su didn't continue to flirt.

Otherwise it would be uncomfortable for both of them.

He smiled softly, kissed Lazili's smooth forehead, and watched TV quietly.

now.

The atmosphere on the TV became more intense.

Facing the audience excitedly, the host shouted: "Dear audience friends, next Mr. Satan will show us his special skills."

"That's... splitting tiles with bare hands!"

"Seventeen yuan at a time!"

“The last record was held by Mr. Satan, can he break his record this time?

let us wait and see! "

The host's excited voice fell, and the audience became even more crazy. The roars and shouts could lift the roof off.

"Satan! Satan! Satan!"

"Savior! Savior! Savior!"

Amid shouts and praises, the staff moved seventeen stacked tiles in front of Satan.

With a majestic and confident smile on his face, Satan tossed his shawl behind him in a very stylish manner, revealing his proud muscles.

Looking at the tall tiles, Satan felt a little panicked. He had never split the seventeen pieces before.

Now that he is facing so many people, he regrets bragging in front of his agent.

Seeing Satan hesitate, the host urged: "Mr. Satan can start, everyone is waiting to see your performance."

It seems to be responding to the host's words.

The audience shouted again.

"Satan! Satan! Satan!"

Burning emotions, sweat, and exhilarating sounds.

Satan felt suddenly empowered. He raised his hands and roared majestically at everyone.

"Roar--"

Then his face darkened, his eyes became sharp, and he raised his arm to chop down.

boom!

clack clack...

There was a dull sound combined with the sound of breaking tiles. Under everyone's attention, 16 of the tiles were broken!

"It's incredible, Mr. Satan broke 16 tiles in one go!

Broke his previous record! "

The host seemed shocked, looking at the broken tiles carefully and yelling excitedly.

"But it's a pity that there is still one tile that hasn't broken, but Mr. Satan still showed us the strength of the champion.

Now I am full of confidence in Mr. Satan defeating Cell! "

The host's voice fell.

The audience was also completely excited, smashing 16 tiles with their bare hands and being able to pull the bus.

Satan is too powerful in their eyes!

"Satan! Satan! Satan!"

"Savior! Savior! Savior!"

"Defeat Cell! Defeat Cell! Defeat Cell!"

Amidst the rolling sound waves, the corners of Satan's mouth raised. This feeling of being watched by everyone is really great.

He can predict how prosperous his martial arts gym's business will be in the future, and his name will be resounding throughout the earth.

As long as Sharu can be defeated, wealth, status, fame, and women.

These are all within reach.

He was about to let out a majestic roar to show his majesty and domineering power.

Just then.

Under the stage lights, a dark and uncomfortable demonic energy appeared, and a cold laughter came out while spinning and tumbling.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the black energy.

"What's this?

Special effects from the show crew, or special show props?

But after I saw it, I felt very uncomfortable.

Hello! Can you please take down this dark, broken prop?

They all blocked us from seeing Mr. Satan.

What are you doing? Believe it or not, I will file a complaint against you. Take it down quickly. "

All kinds of doubtful, unhappy, and threatening voices intertwined together, making the entire huge stadium noisy and humming.

The host also secretly contacted the director frantically, and then realized that this was not the arrangement of the show.

"Hey.

Your show is really bad, it actually blocked the appearance of Mr. Satan, the world fighting champion and future savior.

This makes all the viewers in front of the TV disappointed and angry. "

Seeing the black air expanding in mid-air and finally blocking himself in front of the camera, Satan was very upset, but he still smiled calmly on his face and his voice was low and graceful.

"Sorry Mr. Satan, we'll take care of that soon."

The host wiped his sweat and just made a promise when the black mist turned into a huge water curtain.

Looking at the changes in the demonic energy, and the presence of a few people in the picture who looked not human at first sight, with teasing and disdain on their faces, elegant smiles, and cold eyes.

Everyone present, as well as the humans in front of the TV, were stunned.

"It's Sharu!"

Some people looked at the pink and green inlaid parallel cells, which looked like jewel carvings, and mistakenly thought it was the arrival of the future cells.

"How could Sharu appear here, is he going to kill us all?

Run!

Shahlu is here.

Ah... stop, you stepped on me.

Dad I'm scared.

Damn Cell, I'm not afraid of you. "

……

The whole scene was in turmoil, and it is unknown how many people were injured in the stampede.

Scolded.

cry.

roar.

push.

stampede.

Babidi and the others couldn't see the chaos of human beings. At this moment, their group was in the sky above the city closest to Zhongdu.

Orange Star City.

Inside the villa.

Watching the TV, Ning Su's eyes were a little cold, but there was nothing he could do.

He didn't use teleportation to stop it. He knew that Babidi held a grudge, and he could stop it once but not twice or three times.

The only way to do it is to destroy it after five days, and then use the dragon ball to recover the loss.

Now that a conflict broke out, it was unwise to be honest. Their combat power was not yet comparable to Sharu and the others.

at this time.

Satan stood up on the TV, grabbed the host's microphone, and yelled at everyone.

"Don't panic, this is just a ridiculous technological trick. Does it look like a movie to you?

Shahlu didn't dare to come here in person at all. With Mr. Satan here, he was so afraid that he could only resort to such despicable methods. "

"As long as he dares to come, Mr. Satan, my world fighting champion, will beat him hard!"

Satan's voice was deep and powerful, gradually restoring order to the chaotic scene.

"It's not bad. Although people are a bit shameless and stupid, this natural leadership and fooling ability is still useful at critical moments."

"It's just that what's fake is fake, what's true is still true, how long will this situation last?"

Ning Su shook his head, stood up and sighed, he felt that he could do something.