freeallnovels Chapter 3433: The Fall of Kunlun Capital (94) A Bowl of Stew from My Father
Chapter 3433: The Fall of Kunlun Capital (94) A Bowl of Stew from My Father
Chapter 3433: The Fall of Kunlun Capital (94) - A Bowl of Stewed Meat Sent by Father
An interweaving of light and shadow, prosperity and desolation, in the dust, Master Sanzang, dressed in a snow-white cassock without a speck of dust, came holding the precepts.
Reciting the Heart Sutra
“…There is no ignorance, nor is there an end to ignorance; there is no old age and death, nor is there an end to old age and death.”
Suddenly he stopped, something stopped him.
The compassion in Master Sanzang's eyes flashed away, and he stood in this world 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 I have been shaking. For Piccolo, the pain caused by the continued high temperature in his body seemed to tear every inch of his nerves.
Even though he barely opened his eyes, what he saw was constantly fluctuating... and he fell on Wu Tai's father's shoulder.
Not very thick, with slightly hunched shoulders.
He leaned on such a shoulder, just when he was born, but only a few days old. The abnormally fast growth brought Wu Tai's father an unbearable burden.
But with the physique of the Earth Dwellers, even though Dad is old, it is actually no problem for him to carry several hundred pounds - in fact, Dad is just lazy.
He is just a lazy guy, a limp lazy guy, the most despised person in the tribe. Even the old female [Earth-dwelling People] are unwilling to live with him, not to mention the issue of reproduction.
So the father had saved up ten sets of pickled large intestines for a long time in order to find a wife, but he finally fried them and ate them because he accidentally found some grass.
He said this was the best meal he had ever had in his life, and it would be better to satisfy his stomach than to let his old woman have it.
——When you grow up, you must be filial to your father!
——Are they carrying you to the [Wuhe Restricted Area]? They send those who can’t walk to the restricted area, saying it’s their final destination.
——Rebellious son!!
That day, Beek was exactly 5/365 years old. He vomited after taking a bite of his father's fried large intestine.
"Dad..." He called out weakly, feeling a slight chill on his forehead.
"How do you feel?" Wu Tai's father asked with concern.
In the ruins of a collapsed wall, Father Wu Tai tore his sleeves, wet the water 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 body is too weak, you need to cool down." Wu Tai's father was at a loss, "Dad is useless, I don't know where the humans on the ground got the ice. If only Dad knew the magic of the gods, they could easily turn water into ice."
"…The Religion is not a good thing." The water moistened his throat, but he still spoke like a fire. "You have also seen that the so-called Religion wants your life."
Father Wu Tai did not refute. The shock of the massacre in the square had not yet subsided for him. "Let's not talk about this anymore. What's wrong with your body?"
"I don't know either." Piccolo shook his head. "Anyway, we can't stay here any longer... They won't let us go either."
Father Wu Tai sighed, "You can't go far in your current state. It won't be difficult for the masters of the Divine Religion to find us... How about we apologize to the masters of the Divine Religion?"
"We must go!" Piccolo said sternly.
"Okay, okay, don't be angry."
Father Wu Tai's eyelids twitched. When Piccolo was 10/365 years old, his authority as a father had already disappeared... because he was really useless. At that time, he was not as strong as Piccolo.
It has always been the tradition of Earth Dwellers that the son is strong and the father is weak, and the old father relies on the strong son. Wu Tai's father would not feel ashamed of this, and he would even be proud of having a strong adopted son.
The only pity was that he did not have several young wives, so he could not leave any inheritance to his adopted son after his death.
Dad was really worried because Piccolo was born weird and was not recognized. Everyone said that Piccolo was a monster and that he would probably be like himself in the future, unable to find a wife and would be single for the rest of his life.
"I think I'm feeling better. Dad, help me up. I can walk by myself..." Piccolo struggled to get up.
“Don’t force yourself.” Father Wu Tai supported Piccolo’s arm. It was the first time he saw his adopted son so weak. The old man felt like he was getting better. He muttered, “You don’t know how to take care of yourself when you are young. You hold on to your injuries and then you will know how painful it is when you are old.”
"Shut up! You feel like you're capable again, you useless old man!" Piccolo's face was full of disgust.
Wu Tai's father slapped Piccolo's head hard from behind... and he started shaking right after he finished clapping - not because he regretted it, but because he was scared.
"So... there are mosquitoes?"
Piccolo instinctively reached out and grabbed old man Wu Tai's arm, squeezing it so hard that old man Wu Tai's face turned pale with pain.
"Hmph." Piccolo pushed him away and rolled his eyes. Today he was 49/365 years old and was too lazy to bother with this useless old man.
The old man fell to the ground, got up again with a wronged look, and came to help him again, "Don't be angry, there really are mosquitoes... Do you want to drink some more water? I'll go get some more."
Piccolo didn't say anything, and old man Wu Tai slipped out from the crevice of the stone with a broken bucket in his hand.
Piccolo stared at the hand that had just grabbed his father in a daze.
Boom, boom, boom... The faint drum sounds were like poisonous insects, entering his body, his eyes, and his heart.
Piccolo's whole body was glowing orange. He clutched his heart tightly and curled up on the ground in pain, as if he saw a terrifying figure in the chaos.
He had seen the [dirty beasts] in the [dirty river world]... He had gone there secretly, and this terrifying figure was even more terrifying than any other [dirty beasts] he had ever seen. He had no idea how to describe it within his limited worldview.
——You went to the [Dirty River Restricted Area] again? ! ! Do you want to die?
——I am very strong! If you hit me again, I will hit you too!
On this day, Piccolo is 10/364 years old and he is the opposite of Tiangang.
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Suddenly, the two soft tentacles on Piccolo's head trembled slightly... His eyes instantly turned red, and he endured the intense physical pain. He pressed his hands on the ground and pushed hard!
boom--! ! !
The gap between the rubble exploded instantly!
"It's really here!"
Ten figures instantly appeared around, one of them was wearing the clothes of a [Demon Cult] disciple, and the other nine were wearing black armor... The armor seemed to have sunk into the flesh and blood of the wearer, leaving only the cheeks exposed. The faces were covered with blue roots, muscles, and were extremely hideous.
Piccolo leaned against a wall, breathing heavily, feeling like his heart was beating so wildly that it was about to explode.
"I didn't believe it at first, but judging by the situation, it should really be a special species of [Wuhe]." The [Demon Cult] disciple chuckled, "I don't know how it was born, but it doesn't matter. Soon you will be like these black armors and become the most loyal warrior of my [God Cult]."
"Get out!" Piccolo was furious.
The disciple of the [Demon Cult] waved his hand leisurely, and two black-armored warriors rushed out at the same time - these black-armored warriors were refined with the [Demon Cult]'s secret method, using special species from the [Dirty River] as materials. Each of them was very powerful, not afraid of painful death, and was a complete killing machine.
"It seems like we have bullied him a little." The disciple of the Demonic Cult chuckled and even felt that the priestess was making a big deal out of nothing.
But soon, the color of this [Demon Cult] disciple changed slightly, and the two men in black armor attacked, but were pinned to the ground and beaten violently by the orange-skinned guy with brute force!
What’s going on? This guy clearly looks like he’s in pain.
"Do it!" The [Demon Cult] disciple snorted coldly, "Just don't kill me!"
The other seven men in black armor attacked instantly, charging forward like wild bulls… This set of black armor was extremely hard and precious, and even those at the Dao Fa realm could easily withstand it!
"Get out!!"
Piccolo gradually went mad.
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The old man with a sluggish figure carried a broken bucket and walked carefully under the wall. He soon arrived at the place where he could get water... In the back alley of a restaurant, the water pipe on the wall had cracked and water was flowing all over the ground.
Clean water is very precious in the [Dirty River] world, but it can be found everywhere on Earth... Dad happily collected the water in a bucket and leaned against the wall, fanning himself with his hands.
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 trembling.
A slender man with stubble and a beard, who was playing with a bracelet in his hand, walked out with an extremely impatient look... Old Man Wu Tai first shrank his body, and then suddenly his eyes lit up.
“Diao Na Xing…” The man also noticed the existence of Wu Tai’s father, and then took a bite of the bread in his hand - Brother Tyrannosaurus.
Tyrannosaurus was wandering around lawless, and when he passed by a restaurant he felt a little hungry, so he kicked the door open, intending to find some meat - but in the end he just took some bread.
It is definitely not because I am afraid of being discovered by some hypocritical bald handsome guy who eats meat but requires his disciples to be vegetarians. Absolutely not.
"What the hell? It's so damn unlucky!"
Brother Tyrannosaurus glanced at Old Man Wu Tai casually and saw that Old Man Wu Tai was staring at the bread in his hand... How could the owner of the Kowloon Billiard Room in [Huoyun City] give alms?
With a sneer, Brother Tyrannosaurus threw the bread on the ground, spat, stepped on it twice, and then walked away with a satisfied look on his face, his thoughts cleared up.
But old man Wu Tai didn't dislike it at all. The bread crumbs on the ground smelled so good... He collected them carefully, and then suddenly his eyes lit up as he looked at the door that was kicked open.
Go in, you must go in!
Father Wu Tai took a deep breath. He was not so brave even when he escaped from the claws of a [Filthy River] beast. “Picco is too weak. He needs to replenish some nutrition. There must be something delicious here. I can already smell the fragrance. It smells so good…”
The fragrance seemed to be materialized... The visualized fragrance stunned Wu Tai's father, and he seemed to be floating - walking along the fragrance.
I walked through the restaurant's back kitchen passage and entered the restaurant's kitchen. I saw something being simmered on the stove. The pot lid was vibrating slightly, and the aroma and mist were emanating.
Father Wu Tai was overjoyed, and quickly looked around for useful things - as an [Earth Dweller], scavenging was like an instinct for him!
He finally decided to just take the pots and pans off the stove!
He happily picked up the pot and turned around to leave. Wu Tai's father was stunned when he saw that there was not only a person wearing tight white clothes and a white hat standing at the door... a human!
Chef uniform.
The human was young, with black hair and black eyes - but what frightened Wu Tai's father was that the other party was clearly holding a sharp tool as long as his forearm in his hand - a chef's knife.
“I…I’m not…I am…” Old Man Wu Tai suddenly stuttered.
[Earth-dwelling people] There is always a fight for food, and it has always been the same for humans... Dad felt the biggest crisis of his life, and looked begging with helplessness.
"The stew isn't ready yet. If you take it away now, the taste will be impure."
“Oh…ah? What?” Father Wu Tai was at a loss, then asked in disbelief, “You can speak Wuhe language?!”
"Because I lived in the [Dirty River] for a few days before, I learned a little bit." The young human smiled slightly, "Have you heard of the [Tongshan] tribe? I lived there."
"Tongshan tribe?" Old Man Wu Tai was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously. The Tongshan tribe was a relatively famous medium-sized tribe. Although it was far away from the area where Old Man Wu Tai originally lived, he had heard of it occasionally.
Life in [Wuhe] is very depressing. Any little bit of news heard from others can make people talk about it for a long time... It turns out that it was someone who had lived in [Tongshan].
——No, this is the human race!!
The young human slowly approached. Father Wu Tai was startled and leaned back, suddenly holding the stove with no way to retreat. "You, you, you, what are you going to do! I tell you, I have killed the [Filthy River] beast! My son is very strong! He will not let you go! Don't come over here!"
The young human walked up to his old father who had nowhere to retreat.
Perhaps because of his sloping feet or his hunchback, old man Wu Tai looked particularly short, like a fat Gulu.
"Give it to me." The young human whispered.
Father Wu Tai gritted his teeth, extremely reluctant, but still obediently lifted up the pot.
The young man took it and put the pot back on the stove. "It will take another 20 minutes to be ready, and we need to add some more ingredients."
This hasn't been done yet?
Old Man Wu Tai thought secretly that this fragrance was like a dream... He swallowed his saliva and became uneasy... It seemed that this human had no intention of killing him?
"Wait a moment." The young human suddenly said.
Father Wu Tai looked at the exit, hesitating whether to rush out, wondering if he could escape... In the end, he didn't have the courage and could only hope that this human wouldn't really kill him.
Then the young human opened another stove and took out some ingredients. He seemed not to care about the existence of old man Wu Tai and started to cook smoothly.
Even though our aesthetic tastes are different, my dad still feels that it's... beautiful.
Looking at the spotless clothes of the young people, Father Wu Tai quietly rubbed his palms on the clothes... and silently rubbed his calves with the insteps of his feet a few times, then lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
The young people turned around and started stir-frying.
Father Wu Tai moved towards the door quietly, very slowly, for fear of making any noise.
"Can you eat spicy food?" the young human suddenly asked, but did not turn around.
“Of course!” Wu Tai’s father screamed and quickly stepped back… It was a pity that he had to take these two steps with great difficulty.
not long time.
The young Terran smiled, and directly brought the frying pan to the side dish table, picked up some tableware, and pushed it in front of Wu Tai's father.
"Is this for... for me?" Old Man Wu Tai widened his eyes in disbelief.
The young human nodded and said, "When the stew is ready, take some back. We can't finish it anyway."
"You...you guys?"
The young Terran said nothing, but just looked at Father Wu Tai, as if for some kind of encouragement.
Father Wu Tai hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the food in the end. He didn't even consider whether it was poisonous or not. He quickly picked up the frying pan, without using any cutlery, and grabbed the food with his freshly wiped hands and put it into his mouth.
The young man took a glass of water, handed it to his father, and then began to prepare other ingredients - probably to add to the stew.
It's potatoes and carrots.
Since no one was watching him, Wu Tai's father ate even more freely. He simply buried his face in the food and started to chew it.
--Satisfied!
Father Wu Tai let out a long sigh, then remembered his current situation and cursed himself for being spineless, "Well... you, you're a pretty good person."
This human didn't attack him and even gave him food, so maybe he really wouldn't attack him... Dad thought to himself, the most important thing is that they can still communicate normally.
"Thank you for the compliment." The young human nodded with a smile, "Bring some bread back later, it will be delicious with this dip."
Father Wu Tai sighed, "The people on earth still have a good life. Even the leaders of the tribes don't have houses like this."
"Give."
A large take-away 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 large - most importantly, there was a lot of meat!
——A weird... guy?
Old Man Wu Tai had been out for a long time, and at this moment he was only thinking about going back. He gritted his teeth, took the packing box, then suddenly turned around and rushed out.
"Wait a moment."
“You said you would give it to me!!” Dad held the packing box in his arms, terrified… but then he realized that the one who called him was not the young human, but another one.
And she is a female among the human race... with blonde hair.
"Here's your bread." The blonde woman dressed as a waitress brought a bag full of bread. "It's just out of the oven, too. Very fresh."
——It’s the kind of food that the mean guy just stepped on the ground a few times!
Wu Tai's father was shocked.
Did I meet a god?!
"Thank...Thank you."
"Please be careful on the road." The blonde waitress stared at him with a smile.
——Dad, I might have really met the legendary god.
Old Man Wu Tai picked up the bucket that was already full in the alley and walked out in a daze.
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Bang... Bang Bang——!!!
The faces of the disciples of the Demonic Cult gradually turned awkward as they saw a black-armored warrior being torn apart… At the same time, two black-armored warriors who had completely lost their ability to move were lying on the ground.
The orange-skinned guy in front of him became more and more courageous as the fight went on, like a trapped beast, which actually aroused his hidden ferocity.
"Good fellow, I am really looking forward to refining you into black armor." The disciple of the Demonic Cult decided to do it himself. If the black armor continues to wear out, he might be severely punished!
In an instant, the [Magic Armor] disciple turned into a gust of cold wind and slashed out with a fierce palm!
Hit Piccolo right in the back!
Piccolo gritted his teeth and felt a piercing pain. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string... It hurt. His whole body was in pain!
"You are just a guy who knows how to use brute force." The disciple of the Demon Cult laughed softly, "Submit, and you won't have to suffer so much."
Piccolo got up in a panic...he gritted his teeth, but suddenly turned around and dived into the gap in the ruins.
"Can you escape?" The disciple of the Demonic Cult sneered.
He took the remaining black armor and moved vigorously, destroying everything along the way and catching up.
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"Daddy's smell..."
Piccolo gritted his teeth and walked through the ruins in a panic. After smelling the scent of Wu Tai's father, he instantly changed direction.
"Picker! Why did you get out?!"
"Dad!"
Seeing that Father Wu Tai was holding something in his arms, carrying a bucket of water, and running towards him with great effort, Piccolo was immediately furious: "Don't come over... They found us! Go separately! Don't worry about me!"
“…Okay!” Old Man Wu Tai turned around without saying a word and then made a gesture.
This is a secret code unique to the two of them.
Seeing his father go into a gap step by step without looking back, Piccolo subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Found you, rat!"
Behind him, there was a sound of breaking air. Piccolo failed to be driven away and was knocked away by a palm strike from the disciple of the Demon Cult again. He spat out a mouthful of blood and climbed up again by holding on to the stone.
“You are so tenacious.” The disciple of the Demonic Cult showed a hint of admiration in your eyes, as if he had seen a treasure.
At this time, the drumbeats of the grand sacrifice became faster and faster.
"Is this the final stage?" The [Demon Cult] disciple thought, "Let's end this as soon as possible."
After saying that, the [Demon Cult] disciple took out a magic weapon and planned to tie up the orange-skinned guy directly...but saw that Piccolo did not move at this time, as if he had given up resisting.
The disciple of the Demon Cult could not help but feel suspicious. He raised his hand and commanded the black-armored men around him to stop their actions. "Don't get close yet. There's something strange going on."
dong dong dong dong dong dong...
The dense and loud sacrificial drum beats, each one striking at the heart, made the disciples of the Demonic Cult suddenly feel horrified, and their scalps went numb.
"what……"
Piccolo suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he actually put his claws directly on his chest, leaving five bloody marks on his chest with his fingers.
With a wave of his bloody hand, blood spilled out, and Piccolo moved instantly. The gaze in his red eyes flashed in the air like two red lines!
The disciple of the Demon Cult was suddenly shocked and used all his strength to activate his magic skills... As the elite disciple of the current Demon Cult, his magic skills are at an extremely high level, and he is a genius who can almost challenge the current cadres of the Demon Cult.
However, the magic skills that had always been effective seemed to have completely lost control at this moment... The disciple of the Demon Cult could not 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 wild 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 my…”
Bang——! ! !
Piccolo swung his fist again, and the second punch directly blew up the head of the [Demon Cult] disciple... A headless corpse with a hole in the chest fell to the ground.
The black-armored warriors who had lost their leader went crazy instantly.
Piccolo let out a low roar, and started fighting with several black-armored men... His strength increased by five or even ten times compared to before!
The black-armored warriors who were never tired and knew no pain actually began to roar in pain... They fell one by one, three, four.
The fifth one, Piccolo jumped directly onto the shoulders of the black-armored warrior, lifted the black-armored warrior's head with both hands, and lifted it up suddenly... a large bone with dark red flesh and blood was pulled out!
"what--!!!"
After the massacre, Piccolo roared towards the sky, as if trying to drown out the drumbeats of the festival!
Boom——! !
There was a huge thunder from the sky, so powerful that the air was vibrating slightly.
A large amount of heat was dissipated, and Piccolo seemed to calm down gradually... His eyes regained clarity, and he took a deep breath. His heart was just beating wildly, and his body temperature was still extremely high. He even continued to have this strong feeling of dizziness.
"Dad..." Piccolo suddenly looked up, his figure flashed, and he followed the scent of Wu Tai's dad.
They didn't search too far and found a special envoy mark left by Wu Tai's father on the road... Soon, they arrived at the place where the mark disappeared. Piccolo raised his hand, picked up an iron pipe, and started knocking on the wall.
After a few sounds, a short figure was seen crawling out of a trash can that had fallen to the ground.
"Picker!" Wu Tai's father called out cautiously.
"It's okay, I killed them." Piccolo showed a rare smile, "Old man, come out!"
“I’m coming right up!” Father Wu Tai happily emerged from the trash can, then carefully patted the package in his arms and rushed forward, “Come, come, come, I just met a good man who gave me some food! Let me tell you, my life is really worth it!”
Holding food in his arms, Wu Tai's father ran over happily.
A shrill scream was heard.
A dark shadow suddenly attacked.
In an instant, Wu Tai's father rolled to the ground like a ball and crashed directly into a collapsed building.
"Dad..."
Before his eyes, a man in black armor with a ferocious face rushed towards Piccolo... Piccolo did not move, allowing the man in black armor to hit him.
"what……"
With a low growl in his throat, Piccolo bit by bit pried open the black armor that was hugging his body tightly. Under the emotionless gaze of the black-armored warrior, he directly pinched the black-armored warrior's head with his palm and crushed it bit by bit!
"Dad!"
Piccolo shuddered suddenly and crashed into the collapsed building.
"Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!"
Snapped.
The energy had been cut off long ago, and a strange noise was heard from the corner of the dim and messy building lobby... Piccolo focused his eyes and saw an arm slowly rising from a pile of waste.
Then the hand stretched out a little harder, and old man Wu Tai was seen crawling out of the waste in a panic. "It hurts so much, old man... ahhhhh..."
"Dad." Piccolo was stunned, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked over and stretched out his hand to pull Wu Tai's father out. "It's OK. He's not dead yet."
"That's right! I, Dad, really did survive the claws of the Dirty River Beast!" Father Wu Tai's face flushed, "A few decades ago, the women in the tribe didn't even close the door at night! Hehehe!"
At this moment, Piccolo trembled his lips, staring at old man Wu Tai without moving.
"That's right! I almost forgot!"
Then, Father Wu Tai turned around and dug out a big bag from the ruins like a dog paddling. He opened it hastily, but found that the packing box inside had leaked, and the bread in another bag was crushed into a ball. The juice from the stewed meat was mixed in, and it mostly became a paste.
Father Wu Tai looked at it with a look of heartache, and quickly grabbed a handful and put it into his mouth. Then his eyes lit up, "That 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 ready again, he grabbed a handful of bread mixed with gravy and put it in front of Piccolo, "Eat! You just fought, you must be hungry! I'm awesome, aren't I! This food, if placed in the [Dirty River], I dare say that only the adults of the Divine Religion can enjoy it... No, it must be the Priestess who is qualified!"
"Dad..."
"Eat? Do you want me to feed you?" Wu Tai's father clicked his tongue twice, glanced at Piccolo, and was shocked to see that his eyes were suddenly bloodshot. "What the hell are you doing?"
Hey!
As soon as he opened his eyes, the bread ball in Wu Tai's hand fell directly to the ground. Wu Tai's father was shocked, as he never wasted food!
"I am..."
He subconsciously squatted down and reached out to grab the bread crumb on the ground, but his palm suddenly became empty?
"What's wrong with me?"
Father Wu Tai grabbed with both hands at the same time, like a rootless shadow, unable to grab anything. He raised his head and subconsciously grabbed Piccolo, and his palms passed through Piccolo's body.
Father Wu Tai and Piccolo looked into each other's eyes.
for a long time.
Father Wu Tai heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the bag that had also fallen to the ground with a look of regret, and licked his lips, "If I had known... if I had known, I would have eaten it all and not brought it to you."
"Dad..." Piccolo's eyes were already red, and he reached out and grabbed.
Dad couldn't grab his hand, and his hands couldn't grab Dad's shoulders.
Wu Tai's father's lips, cheeks, and eyes twitched, and he pursed his lips and said, "I must marry many, many wives!"
"Ah."
"Don't be aggressive! As an Earthling, you must be steady!"
"Um…"
"When you worship me, you must have ten sets of large intestines!"
"it is good……"
"You must, you must..." The figure of Wu Tai's father gradually faded away, "You must, remember my name!"
"it is good."
"You are my son!!"
He patted his chest, straightened his hunched back, raised his slanted feet, and finally made his uneven shoulders level, but he could only barely reach Piccolo's chest.
This was the last thing 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..."
Like chanting, like singing.
Master Sanzang's fingers that were twisting the beads suddenly stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw a man and a woman slowly walking towards him... The woman was holding a food box in her hand.
"We meet again, benefactor." Master Sanzang smiled slightly.
"Master, how are you these days?" The man...Boss Luo greeted softly.
Master Sanzang thought for a moment and said, "The person is very good, and my heart is pure, but the world is not good."
Boss Luo didn't say anything, he just squatted down - right in front of Master Sanzang, lay a hunched figure.
His whole body was covered with burns, including his hands, chest, shoulders...even half of his face was covered with wrinkles.
"The master is praying for his soul to be reborn." Boss Luo asked softly.
"When I met him, I did it." Master Sanzang shook his head and sighed, "This donor Wu Tai even ate the beef offal I gave him, but he had a lot of obsessions in his heart."
Boss Luo smiled slightly, "I also made some food, Master, would you like to share some?"
"Okay." Master Sanzang glanced at the maid next to him and said with a smile, "I recognize your cooking skills, lady donor."
The maid covered her mouth and laughed, "It's a pity that my master is cooking this time."
"Oh?" Master Sanzang blinked in surprise.
The maid put down the food box in her hand, and Boss Luo opened it himself, took out the cutlery from it, scooped out a bowl, and slowly placed it in front of old man Wu Tai.
A ball of faint light emerged and fell into the palm of Boss Luo.
Looking at the bald man in his palm, Boss Luo narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Since the world is not doing well, Master, do you want to do something?"
Just now.
In the [White Tiger] area, a black beam of light shot up into the sky, the sky and the earth roared, and a black crack hundreds of meters long appeared in the air!
A pair of terrifying big hands suddenly stretched out from the crack and tore it open violently.
[Demon Soul Soldiers] are coming!
“I want to…” Master Sanzang took a deep breath, “Exorcise demons and defend the Way!”
As he said that, Master Sanzang… the bald handsome guy stood up, picked up the wide sleeves of his cassock, and tied them directly on his shoulders, "This bowl of meat, wait until I come back to eat it!"
Then the bald handsome guy jumped up and disappeared in a flash.
Boss Luo looked back at the maid, chuckled and said, "Let's go back."
"Ok."
He took one last look at Father Wu Tai.
"Have a nice meal."