One Punch of Justice Chapter 193: I’ll go take a look.

"I didn't notice it before..."

Saitama stood in front of Bulma and Goku, the big cloak behind him was lifted by the wind: "Because I won the money, I bought food and clothes. Before I heard your call for help, I was still lingering. Change clothes..."

"I am a hero."

Saitama raised his head and looked at the Great Devil Piccolo: "Professional."

Tearful eyes raised her head dimly, Bulma kept wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, but the tears were blurred and she couldn't see the person clearly.

Light shed from the cracks in the roof.

Suddenly.

A fairy tale has appeared before my eyes!

The heart is like a mirror, and justice is done.

Bulma suddenly realized that she seemed to have seen a real hero!

"Professional hero?"

The Great Demon Piccolo took a step back subconsciously, but then he felt a little inexplicable: "Huh, I don't know the so-called humans! A guy like you, no matter how many people come, he will only die!" At this point, Piccolo The big devil raised his right hand high, and sternly shouted: "May I tell you! What I hate most is'peace' and'justice'! Idiots who play hero games, let me go..."

"Dead!!!"

The last "dead" word is not spoken!

That was the last consciousness of the Demon King Piccolo before he died.

Fist and close.

The two simple actions are as funny as a fight of a schoolboy on the street.

But...

After a muffled "bang!"

The Great Devil Piccolo is gone.

It's completely gone!

Clap your hands, Saitama turns around, the expression on the salted fish on his face has not changed from start to finish.

Killing Big Demon King Piccolo with a single blow is just as natural as smashing a bug to death.

When I came to Xiao Wukong and smashed the magic arrow with one hand, the expression on Xiao Wukong's face eased a lot, and the barely tense nerves finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you eat the newly bought pineapple buns?"

Saitama took out a pineapple bag from the bag in his left hand and handed it over.

Bulma was still wiping her tears, ready to thank, but when Saitama suddenly came, she was at a loss.

However, Little Wukong happily took the pineapple bun and ate two bites, regaining his energy a little.

Take out another hot dog from the package. Saitama took a bite by himself and asked vaguely as he chewed: "By the way...Do you know who that guy is? Why is he killing you?"

"He is the Big Devil..."

Half the story, Bulma looked at Saitama's bald head, and suddenly remembered: "Wait a minute! You...you seem to be the best Budokai in the world this time!?"

Saitama said with vacant eyes: "Why do you seem to be... I am..."

Ah...

Because the sense of existence is too low, the appearance is not recognizable.

I think of it roughly because of the characteristics of the bald head...

But having said that, I seem to know a lot of bald heads...

Bulma thought so in her heart, but of course she couldn't say it. After all, she was saved a life just now, and this guy is serious, like a handsome guy...

"The monster just now is called Big Devil..."

Bulma hugged Little Goku, sadly bowed her head and said with difficulty: "Many of our friends have been killed by his men..." Having said that, Bulma smiled at Saitama, "Thank you again. , The timing is right, we can survive..."

"Ugh...?"

Saitama blinked: "Isn't it better if I arrived earlier..."

"Actually, there was a more powerful monster here just now..."

Little Goku clenched his fists hard, looked down, his eyes were full of unwillingness: "Although I don’t know why, I suddenly became dozens of times stronger, but I’m still not that guy’s opponent... There is no possibility of..."

Bulma next to him added: "It is because of that guy's intervention that Little Goku can't beat Big Demon King Piccolo."

"Um, this way..."

Saitama thought for a while, and asked Bulma, "Where is that guy now?"

"I don't know..."

Bulma shook her head.

But then she seemed to remember something, and quickly said: "Wait a minute! I remember... that monster seems to have ordered Big Demon King Piccolo to help him collect dragon balls!"

"Dragon Ball?"

Saitama salted fish scratched his head: "What is that..."

"It's this..."

Little Goku lying in Bulma’s arms stretched out his hand and took out an orange glass ball from the cloth bag around his waist and showed Saitama: "This is the Dragon Ball...As long as you gather seven, you can realize a wish. ...I want to gather them and bring them back to life, Grandpa Turtle Fairy and Klin..."

A wish?

Saitama was startled, then he moved his head up and took a closer look at the four planets.

It's just an ordinary glass ball...

Should they be tricked into buying souvenirs by people selling newspapers?

But...

This kind of glass ball...

I always feel a bit familiar...

At this moment, Boomer took out the Dragon Ball Radar he carried with him.

The radar shows that there are three dragon **** gathered together and are moving!

"Found it!"

Bulma cried out in her heart: "No, they are looking for Dragon Ball! What should I do!?"

"Say what to do..."

Saitama glanced at the Dragon Ball Radar in Bouma's hand, probably remembered the direction and location, turned around and left: "I'll just go over there and have a look..."

"Huh!? Wait a minute!"

Bulma hurriedly stopped Saitama: "You have heard what Little Goku said just now. He has become dozens of times stronger and he is not the opponent of that monster! You may be in danger! Even if you really want to fight , At least after Little Goku recovers his strength, you guys will..."

"Don't be so troublesome..."

Saitama Salted Fish looked at Bulma standing in front of him, emptied his eyes and said: "It just happens that I ate a lot of roasted sweet potatoes just now, a little bit indigestion..."

"No way!"

Bulma shook her head repeatedly: "I can't watch my savior go to death!"

The words are not finished.

Little Goku lying in her arms looked at Saitama's eyes, as if suddenly aware of something.

"Let him go, Bulma."

Little Goku blinked: "I feel... he is much stronger than that guy..."

"A lot, a lot!"

……

At the same time.

Sitting on the plane and considering whether he should also send out to find Dragon Ball, Demigurah received a report of risotto.

"Master Devil! Great news!"

The chowder hurried out of the cab, nodded and bowed, rubbed his hands and smiled and said: "The seventh dragon ball that our radar has been unable to find has just appeared on the map! The location is very close here, it should be there. Inside the Budokan just now!"

Budokan?

Demigola frowned unhappy: "Why couldn't it be found by the radar just now?"

The risotto was taken aback, and hurriedly bowed and explained: "Maybe it was put together with other metals, which interfered with the electric wave, or was swallowed by creatures..."

"Hmph, forget it..."

Demigula put his elbow on the armrest and dragged his head: "It happens that Piccolo is still there. I will tell him by telepathy and let him look for it..."

After that, Dmitula closed his eyes and began to communicate with Piccolo in the world of mind.

But...

! ! !

Open your eyes suddenly!

Demigola's face immediately became cold!

Telepathy...Communication failed!

This situation will happen, except for being in the enchantment of God, there is only one possibility left!

He has...

Dead!

How could this happen! ?

The kid who can become a Super Saiyan should have been sealed by himself! How could Bick still be killed! ?

What the **** happened! ?

I was shocked and suspicious~IndoMTL.com~ De Miguel immediately ordered the risotto to turn around!

Asshole!

Who would dare to deal with the free servants he solicited! ?

The guy who ran errands died, so I can only do everything by myself, which is really hateful!

Wait for me!

I'll go and smash the idiot who killed Piccolo into pieces!

He was full of anger, and Demigurah killed him again.

But he didn't know, and at the same time, a bald shawled man was coming towards his plane...