Chapter 3433 [Kunlun City] Fall (94)—A bowl of stew sent by my father

Light and shadow intersect, grand scenery and ruins, amidst the dust, the Master of the Three Burials, dressed in a snow-white cassock, not stained by a trace of dust, comes to observe the precepts and precepts.

Recite [Heart Sutra]

"...There is no ignorance, and there is no end of ignorance, and there is no old age and death, and there is no end of old age and death."

Suddenly he paused, and something blocked his steps.

The look of compassion in Master Sanzong's eyes flashed away, and he stood among the heaven, earth and ruins for a long time. Finally, he sighed, sat cross-legged on the ground, and continued to recite scriptures.

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I don't know how long the jolt lasted. For Piccolo, the pain caused by the continuous high temperature in his body seemed to tear every inch of his nerves.

In time, he barely opened his eyes, and everything he saw was constantly rising and falling... He was lying on the shoulders of Father Wutai.

Not too thick, slightly hunched shoulders.

He had rested on such a shoulder when he was just born, but only for a few days. The abnormally fast growth made Father Wu Tai overwhelmed.

It’s just that with the physique of the [earth dweller], even if my father is old and hunched over a few hundred pounds, it won’t be a problem—in fact, my father is just lazy.

He is just a lazy man, a sloppy lazy man. He is the most despised among the tribe. Even the old female [Earth dweller] is not willing to live with him, let alone the issue of reproduction.

So my father had been saving ten pairs of pickled large intestines for a long time in order to find a wife. Finally, he dug up forage by chance and fried them.

He said this was the best meal he had ever had in his life. Instead of taking advantage of the old-fashioned woman, it was better to sacrifice it to his five internal organs.

——When you grow up, you must be filial to your father!

——Are they carrying you to the [Dirty River Restricted Area]? They all send those who can’t walk to the restricted area, saying that this is their final destination.

——What a traitor!!

Piccolo was just 5/365 years old that day. He vomited after taking one bite of his father's fried large intestine.

"Dad..." He shouted weakly, feeling a slight coldness on his forehead.

"How do you feel?" Father Wu Tai asked with concern.

In the ruins of a collapsed wall, Father Wutai tore his sleeves, wetted them from the broken water pipe, and applied it to Piccolo's face. He also found a container and brought back a lot of water.

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"Your health is so bad that you need to cool down." Wu Tai's father was at a loss. "It's useless, dad. I don't know where the human ice on the ground got it. It would be great if dad knew the magic taught by the gods.

They can easily turn water into ice."

"...Theistic religion is not a good thing." The water moistened his throat, but when he spoke it was still like spitting fire, "You have also seen that the so-called divine religion wants your life."

Father Wutai did not refute. The impact of the killing scene in the square has not subsided to him yet. "If you don't talk about it anymore, what's wrong with your body?"

"I don't know either." Piccolo shook his head, "Anyway, we can't stay here anymore... and they won't let us go."

Father Wutai sighed, "I'm afraid you won't be able to get far in your current state. It won't be difficult for the gods to find us with their abilities... How about we apologize to the gods?"

"We must go!" Beakriz said.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry."

Father Wu Tai's eyelids twitched. When Piccolo was 10/365 years old, his majesty as a father was gone...because he was really useless, and he was no longer as strong as Piccolo at that time.

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The son is strong and the father is weak, and the father relies on the strong son. This has always been the tradition of [local people]. Father Wutai will not feel ashamed because of this, and is often even proud of having a strong adopted son.

The only regret is that he does not have a young wife to leave as an inheritance to his adopted son after his death.

Dad is really worried, because Piccolo is born weird and is not recognized. People say Piccolo is a monster. He will probably be like himself in the future, unable to get a wife, and will be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

"I seem to be feeling better. Dad helped me up. I can walk by myself..." Bick struggled to get up.

"Don't force it." Wu Tai's father held Piccolo's arm. It was the first time he saw such a weak adopted son. The father felt as if he was okay again. He muttered: "Young people don't know how to support themselves. If they are injured, they will die."

When you get older you will know how painful it is."

"Shut up! You feel good again, don't you, you useless old man!" Piccolo said with disgust on his face.

Father Wutai slapped Piccolo hard on the back of the head from behind... As soon as he finished slapping his hands, he started to tremble - not because of regret, but because of cowardice.

"What...are there mosquitoes?"

Piccolo instinctively reached out and grabbed Wu Tai's arm, and squeezed it so hard that Wu Tai's face twisted in pain.

"Humph." Piccolo waved his hand and pushed it away, rolling his eyes. He was 49/365 years old today and was too lazy to argue with this useless old man.

Dad fell to the ground, and got up again in aggrieved manner, and came to support him again, "Don't be angry, it's really a mosquito again... Do you want to drink some more water, and I'll go find some more?"

Piccolo didn't say anything, and Father Wu Tai slipped out from the gap between the rocks holding a broken bucket.

Piccolo was stunned as he looked at the hand that had just grabbed and pushed his father.

Dong dong, dong dong... The faint sound of drums spread into his body, his eyes, and his heart like poisonous insects.

Piccolo's whole body glowed orange, he clutched his heart tightly, curled up on the ground in pain, as if he saw a terrifying figure in the chaos.

He had seen the [Dirty Beast] in the [Dirty River World]... who had gone there secretly. This terrifying figure was more terrifying than any [Filthy Beast] he had ever seen. He couldn't find how to describe it in his limited worldview.

——You ran to the [Dirty River Restricted Area] again?!! Do you want to die!

——I am strong! If you hit me again, I will hit you too!

Piccolo is 10/364 years old on this day, and he is in trouble with Tiangang.

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Suddenly, the two soft tentacles on Piccolo's head trembled slightly... His eyes instantly turned red. He endured the intense physical pain, pressed his hands on the ground, and pushed hard!

boom--!!!

The cracks in the rubble exploded instantly!

"Sure enough, it's here!"

Ten figures appeared in the surroundings instantly. One of them was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the [Devil Cult], and the other nine were wearing black mysterious armor... This mysterious armor seemed to be absorbed into the flesh and blood of the wearer, leaving only the body exposed.

The cheeks were covered with green roots and muscles, and they were extremely ferocious faces.

Piccolo leaned against an end wall, breathing heavily, feeling as if his heart was about to beat wildly and explode.

"I didn't believe it at first, but judging from the situation, it should be a special species of [Zirty River]." The [Demon Sect] disciple chuckled, "I don't know how it was born, but it doesn't matter.

Soon, like these black armors, you will become the most loyal warrior of my [Godly Religion]."

"Get out!" Bick was furious.

The disciple of [Devil Cult] waved his hand, and saw two black-armored warriors pounce at the same time - these black-armored warriors were refined with the secret method of [Devil Cult], using the special powers in [Dirty River]

As a material, each one is very powerful and has no fear of painful death. It is a complete killing machine.

"It seems that he was bullied a little." The disciple of [Demon Cult] chuckled, and even felt that the priestess was making a fuss out of a molehill.

But soon, the disciple of the [Demon Sect] changed his color slightly, and the two black-armored guys took action, but the orange-skinned guy pinned them directly to the ground with brute force and started beating them violently!

What's going on? This guy obviously looks in pain?

"Do it!" The [Demon Cult] disciple snorted coldly, "Just don't beat him to death!"

The other seven black armors took action instantly and charged forward like wild bulls... This black armor was extremely hard and extremely precious, and it could easily withstand even the Taoist realm!

"Get out!!"

Piccolo is gradually going crazy.

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The old man at the foot of the slope carried a broken bucket and carefully walked under the wall, and soon came to the place where he fetched water... In the back alley of a restaurant, the water pipe on the wall cracked, leaving water all over the floor.

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Clean water is very precious in the [Dirty River] world, but it can be seen everywhere on the ground... Dad happily filled the bucket with water, leaned against the wall and fanned his palms.

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 to tremble.

I saw a slender man with a stubble and a pair of bracelets in his hands walking out with an extremely impatient look... Father Wu Tai tightened his body again first, and then suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Diao Na Xing..." The man also discovered the existence of Father Wutai, and then took a bite of the bread in his hand - Brother Tyrannosaurus.

Tyrannosaurus was wandering around lawlessly. He felt a little hungry when he walked past the restaurant, so he kicked in the door and went in, expecting to find some meat - but in the end he took some bread.

It's definitely not because he's afraid of being discovered by some handsome bald guy who eats meat but asks his disciples to become vegetarians. Absolutely not.

"What the hell? What a bad luck!"

Brother Tyrannosaurus glanced at Father Wu Tai casually, and saw Father Wu Tai staring at the bread in his hand... [Huoyun City] How could the FIT man in the Kowloon billiards room give charity?
To be continued...