"Bick! Why did you run out!"

"Dad!"

Seeing Father Wutai holding something in his arms, holding a bucket of water, and struggling to run towards him, Piccolo was furious: "Don't come here... they found us! Let's go separately! Leave me alone!"

"...Okay!" Father 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 sneaking into a gap step by step without looking back, Piccolo breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

"Found you, rat!"

Behind him, a sound of piercing the air came. Piccolo was unable to be hit and was once again hit by a disciple of the [Demon Cult]. He vomited blood and stood up again while holding on to the stone.

"You are so tenacious." The [Demon Sect] disciple's eyes showed admiration for you, as if he had seen a treasure.

At this time, the drum sound of the festival became more and more rapid.

"Is it the final stage?" [Demon Cult] disciple thought thoughtfully, "Let's end this matter as soon as possible."

Having said that, the [Demon Cult] disciple took out a magic weapon and planned to tie the orange-skinned guy back...but saw that Piccolo was motionless at this time, as if he had given up resistance.

[Demon Sect] The disciples couldn't help but feel suspicious. They raised their hands and commanded the black armors around them to stop their actions. "Don't get close yet. It's a little weird."

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong...

The dense sound of the drums for the festival struck their hearts with each sound. The disciples of the [Demon Sect] suddenly felt a sense of horror, and their scalps felt numb.

"ah……"

Piccolo suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he actually put a claw directly on his chest, and forcefully used his fingers to draw five bloody marks on his chest.

With a wave of his blood-stained hand, blood spilled out. Piccolo moved instantly, and the gaze of his red eyes flashed through the air like two red lines!

The [Demon Sect] disciples were suddenly startled, and used all their magic power... As an elite disciple of the current [Devil Sect], his level of magic power was extremely high, and he was a genius who could almost challenge the cadres of the current [Demon Sect].

But the demonic arts, which have always been unfavorable, seemed to have completely lost control at this moment... The [Devil Cult] disciple was unable to lift a breath, and his body was as stiff as stone under the effect of the violent demonic arts!

He was horrified in his heart.

Piccolo didn't wait for him, and punched out like a wild beast... his fist easily punched through the chest of the disciple of the [Demon Cult]!

"How could you..." The disciple of [Demon Sect] couldn't believe it, his pupils shrank and his breathing stopped, "You can...can suppress...suppress me..."

Bang——!!!

Piccolo punched again, and the second punch directly exploded the head of the disciple of the [Devil Cult]... A headless corpse was punched through the chest and fell to the ground immediately.

The black-armored warriors around them who lost their boss instantly went crazy.

Piccolo roared low and started fighting with several black armors... His strength was actually five times, ten times more than before!

The black-armored warrior, who was never tired and knew no pain, actually began to roar in pain... one by one, three, four.

The fifth one, Piccolo jumped directly onto the shoulders of the black-armored warrior, held the black-armored warrior's head with both hands, and with a sudden lift...a large dark red bone dripping with blood was forcefully pulled out!

"ah--!!!"

After the killing, Piccolo looked up to the sky and roared, as if he wanted to drown out the drums of the grand ceremony!

Boom——!!

A thunderous thunder fell from the sky, and the air was shaken by chopping and shaking.

A large amount of heat was dissipated, and Piccolo seemed to gradually calm down... His eyes regained consciousness, and he took a deep breath. His heart was beating wildly, and his body temperature was also extremely high, and he even continued to have this strong dizzy feeling.

"Dad..." Piccolo suddenly raised his head, his figure flashed, and he looked for the smell of Wutai's father.

Before they could find it too far, there was a special envoy mark left by Father Wutai on the road... Soon, when they came to the place where the mark disappeared, Piccolo raised his hand to pick up an iron pipe and started banging on the wall.

After a few sounds, I saw a short figure crawling out of a trash can that had fallen on the ground.

"Bikko!" Father Wutai shouted cautiously.

"It's okay, they were killed by me." Piccolo showed a rare faint smile, "Old man, come out!"

"Come here!" Father Wu Tai happily got out of the trash can, then carefully patted the package in his arms and put it in his hand, "Come on, come on, I just met a good man, he gave me some

Food! Let me tell you, dad, my life is really worth it!"

Holding the food in his arms, Father Wu Tai ran over happily.

A scream sounded.

A black shadow suddenly struck.

Father Wu Tai instantly rolled to the ground like a ball and crashed directly into a collapsed building.

"Dad..."

In front of him, a black armor with a ferocious face crashed directly into Piccolo... Piccolo remained motionless and allowed the black armor to hit him.

"ah……"

A low growl sounded in his throat, and Piccolo gradually opened the black armor that was hugging him. Under the emotionless eyes of the black armored warrior, he directly pinched the black armor's head with his palms, and bit by bit

crumb!

"Dad!"

Piccolo suddenly shuddered and crashed into the collapsed building.

"Daddy! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Snapped.

The energy source had already been shut down, and a strange sound came from the corner of the dark and messy lobby of the building... Piccolo's eyes narrowed, and he saw an arm slowly lifted up among a pile of scraps.

Then the palm was opened a little harder, and Father Wutai was seen slowly crawling out of the waste in embarrassment, "It hurts to death, old man... oh, oh, oh, oh..."

"Dad." Piccolo was stunned, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked over and stretched out his hand to pull out Wutai's dad, "Okay, he's not dead yet."

"That's right! Dad, I was the one who really survived from the claws of the [Dirty River] Beast!" Dad Wu Tai's face was rosy, "A few decades ago, the women in the tribe would not close the door at night!

Hum hum!"

Piccolo trembled his lips at this time and stared at Father Wutai motionlessly.

"That's right! I almost forgot!"

At this moment, Father Wu Tai turned around and dug out a big bag from the ruins like a dog plow. He hurriedly opened it, only to find that the packing box inside had long been leaked, and the bread in the other bag had also been crushed into pieces.

A lump, the juice of the stewed meat was mixed in, and it probably turned into a paste.

Father Wu Tai looked at it with a heartbroken look on his face. He quickly grabbed a handful and put it into his mouth. His eyes lit up immediately, "The human race really didn't lie to me. It's really delicious."

"Dad..."

"Why, you want it too?" Father Wutai looked at his adopted son with a smile. Feeling that he was doing well again, he grabbed a handful of bread mixed with gravy and put it in front of Piccolo, "Eat it!

You have just fought, so you must be hungry! Dad, I am so good! If you put this food in the [Dirty River], I dare say that only adults from the divine sect can enjoy it... No, it must be for those who sacrifice women.

qualified!"

"Dad..."

"Eat? Do you want me to feed you?" Father Wu Tai clicked his tongue twice, glanced at Piccolo, and was shocked when he saw his eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes, "What the hell are you doing?

"

clatter!

As soon as he kicked his eyes, the bread ball in Father Wu Tai's hand fell directly to the ground. Father Wu Tai was shocked. He never wastes food!

"I am..."

He subconsciously squatted down and reached out to grab the bread ball on the ground, but his palm suddenly became empty.

"What's wrong with me?"

Father Wu Tai grabbed it with both hands at the same time, like a rootless shadow, unable to grasp anything. He raised his head and subconsciously grabbed Piccolo, his palms passing through Piccolo's body.

Father Wu Tai and Piccolo looked at each other.

for a long time.

Father Wu Tai finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the bag that also fell on the ground with regret, and licked his lips, "If I had known...if I had known, I would have eaten it all and wouldn't have brought it to you."

"Dad..." Bick's eyes were already red, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.

Dad failed to grab his hand, and his hand failed to grab dad's shoulder.

Father Wu Tai’s lips, cheeks, and eyes twitched, and he pursed his lips and said, “I must marry many, many wives!”

"Um."

"You must not be brave and aggressive! As an [earth dweller], you must be steady!"

"Um…"

"When you worship me, you must have ten large intestines!"

"good……"
To be continued...