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"Better than what?"

"I'm not bullying you either. It just so happens that this is a commercial street, so we're better than shopping."

"How does this compare?" Sun Wukong looked puzzled.

"It's very simple. With the same amount of money, whoever can buy the product with the largest volume will win."

Isn't that considered bullying?

How can I compare to her in this respect?

However, it seems interesting.

"Okay, then it's settled. You ask first, and I'll start after you finish shopping."

"Okay, but before that, let's go home and put down the things we just bought. These things don't count."

"no problem."

Later, accompanied by Sun Wukong, Bulma bought ten empty cardboard boxes and stacked them in the courtyard of his home.

"Then, I've already bought it. Next, it's up to you, Wukong. Ten empty cardboard boxes don't cost much. How are you going to beat me?"

"Well……"

This is indeed a problem.

I walked around the street just now, and I didn't find anything cheaper than a cardboard box.

These ten empty cardboard boxes are stacked together, and the volume is enough to be equivalent to an empty classroom.

After Sun Wukong pondered for a few seconds, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he immediately ran to a shop on the street and bought five balloons.

Of course, the money has not been spent, there is still a lot left.

"This is what you bought?" Bulma said with a smile, "I admit defeat now, but there is still time."

"No, I've already won."

"How did you win? No matter how you blow up this kind of balloon, it can't be bigger than my cardboard box, right?"

"Normally that's true, but I have a special skill at blowing balloons."

In short, it is to strengthen the balloon with strengthening magic, so that its toughness becomes stronger and the interior can be filled with more air.

Of course, because the carton is too large, it might need to be strengthened a few more times just to be on the safe side.

"Then, I'm going to start!"

Monkey King picked up a balloon and started to blow it up.

As the balloon gets bigger, the color gets lighter, giving the impression that it might explode at any moment.

Soon, the volume of the balloon surpassed the carton.At the same time, its color has completely disappeared, almost transparent.

Such a balloon made Bulma hide farther and farther away.

"How is this possible? It never exploded. Such a big balloon will definitely... definitely explode."

After a long time, Sun Wukong stopped, looked up at the balloon that was bigger than two cardboard boxes, looked back at Bulma, and said with a smile:

"How about it? Multiplying such a balloon by four can definitely beat your ten cardboard boxes."

Bulma hid far away, looked at the huge balloon again, and shook her head again and again:

"If you must insist, then please blow up the other four balloons, but I think you should not be so lucky. Absolutely...absolutely will explode!"

Sun Wukong subconsciously looked at the balloon he blew out, and thought:

It's really scary, there is a feeling that it may explode at any time.

However, with the blessing of enhanced magic, it will never explode.

"Okay, the second one."

Seeing this, Bulma carefully glanced at the huge balloon, and spoke again:

"As long as you can blow up the other four balloons before the balloon explodes, I will admit defeat."

"Not so big, only half is fine."

"No problem, just watch it." Sun Wukong chuckled and blew up the balloon again.

After a long time, looking at the five neatly arranged balloons, Bulma sighed softly:

"I lost, then, let me honestly admit that you are better than me."

"Yeah." Sun Wukong nodded in a good mood.

"As the winner, you can make a request to me."

"Okay, then I'll say it, I hope you don't always treat me like a child."

"Uh……"

Bulma was stunned for a few seconds, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Even if you say that... that's right, you are already 14 years old, and you are only two years younger than me."

When they first met, Sun Wukong told Bulma that he was 14 years old.

Of course, at that time, he hadn't awakened the memory of his previous life, couldn't count, and miscalculated his age.

Since then, this error has not been corrected.

"Then, I'll wait for you for two years."

What two years?

Does this mean that you want me to be a foster husband?

But Saiyans develop slowly, so there is a high probability that I will be the same as now two years from now.

No, I now share a lot of everything about myself, the Saiyan blood can be shared, and the speed of physical growth may have reached the range of normal people.

In other words, I didn't intend to become a member of the Bulma family, why am I thinking about this kind of problem here?

This kind of thing, wait until when I like her to think about it.

As for now, go to the universe to test your own strength.

Chapter 340 Do You Need Me To Praise You?

Chapter 349Chapter 340Eight Do I need to praise you?

Meanwhile, another world.

After a few days, Nagai Shiro finally received the antidote to the zombie virus from Tsukimi Shiro.

It's just a small bottle about the size of a thermos. According to the instructions next to it, only one drop can kill a zombie.

And it only takes one drop to save a person infected with the zombie virus.

Although the effect is very strong, it is obviously far from enough to really save people all over the world.

And the materials for making antidote are also difficult to collect in this kind of apocalypse.

Therefore, in the end, we still have to use astronomical phenomena to solve the problem.

Of course, before that, the efficacy of the medicine must first be tested.

The moment Nagai Shiro walked out of the house, he found that the street was almost full of people.

Some people are laying on the ground on the side of the street, and some are setting up tents on the side of the street.

The originally wide street is now very narrow, leaving only a long and thin road in the middle.

According to the domineering sense of knowledge, not only the streets, but even the parks, alleys, and the roofs of some buildings are full of people.

"Why so many people?"

Nagai Shiro walked slowly out of the street while avoiding the crowd.

On the edge of the street, there were more people.

However, some people spontaneously maintained order here, and the traffic was not blocked.

Seeing that Yako Busushima was wandering back and forth on the edge of the street holding a sword, Nagai Shiro couldn't help walking over.

"Bujima-san, what are you doing?"

"I'm patrolling. Once I find that those who come in want to make trouble, or if there are zombies approaching, I will take action."

Bujima Yako paused for a moment, then said again:

"This was actually Teacher Wisteria's idea. However, he only said, 'All people come here for refuge', and left here to preach."

"Missionary?"

"Literally, he formed a Salvation Church, with Mr. Nagai as the leader, and he considers himself the deputy leader."

It turned out to be the case.

Nagai Shiro thought:

Sure enough, I knew that Wisteria was just a crook.

However, the whole world is about to return to normal soon, and there is no room for his cult to survive.

Regardless of him, when everything returns to normal, someone will liquidate him.

"Nagai-sensei, are you going out?" Seeing that Nagai Shiro seemed to be going out, Busushima Yako couldn't help asking.

"Well, I have something to do outside."

"Please let me accompany you. For the new world, Mr. Nagai is more important than me. If there is any danger, please use me to block the knife. You are welcome."

"Are you... brainwashed by wisteria?"

"No, Teacher Wisteria didn't say such a thing, I just feel it from the bottom of my heart."

There is something wrong with you.

Although he thought so in his heart, Nagai Shiro did not resort to it.

The reason is that the world is about to return to normal, and the relationship between people is about to be reset.

About a minute later, Nagai Shiro found a single zombie in a convenience store on the side of the road.

He froze his legs with a wave of his hand, took out the virus antidote, dipped a drop of it on his finger, it instantly condensed into ice, and flicked it out.

In the next moment, the struggling zombie suddenly stopped all movements and stood there stiffly.

Between breaths, it turned into fly ash and disappeared with the wind.

'Nice, eco-friendly and fast.Then, the next step is to test the effect on living people. '

'Given the possibility of failure, it's better to find a nasty guy to experiment with. '

Knowledge-colored domineering swept away all around, and gradually expanded its scope.

However, apart from the street where his home was located, no living people were found nearby.

At this time, Bujima Yako's voice suddenly came:

"Use me, Nagai-sensei."

"Oh...? Do you know what I'm doing?"

"Well, Mr. Nagai has developed an antidote specifically for the zombie virus, right?"

Bujima Yako paused for a moment, and said in a slightly low voice:

"The antidote can easily kill zombies. In theory, it should also be able to kill viruses in living people."

"Even if a living person is infected with the virus, as long as the virus has not spread completely, he is still alive. If the virus can be killed before it spreads completely, he should be able to save him."

"Mr. Nagai is probably worried about not being able to find the experimental materials right now? If so, please use me for the experiment."

Nagai Shiro looked astonished and looked at her incomprehensibly.

Is this a cold and a fever that burns out your brain?

"Why did you suddenly awaken the fearless spirit of sacrifice? In my memory, Bujima-san should not be this kind of person."

"Then... What kind of person does Mr. Nagai think I am?"