Chapter 719 The Thought of Retreating Arises

Suzumiya Musashi thought about it carefully.

Sun Wukong probably stopped thinking about it.

Although he cared a lot about Gohan, after Shenron explained that Gohan was unwilling to be resurrected, Goku probably wouldn't dwell on it anymore.

At most, he's just a little confused. He probably cares most about what the cause of Son Gohan's death really was.

However, these were all minor matters to Suzumiya Musashi. She believed that Goku would eventually understand.

"Oh, that's great! I was worried that Sun Wukong wouldn't understand this."

Bulma breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Suzumiya Musashi with some joy.

"Uncle Musashi, what do you think is the biggest change in me? I almost forgot to ask you just now."

"Um...you've become more mature."

Seeing the expectant look in the other person's eyes, Suzumiya Musashi couldn't bear to refuse and thought for a while before coming up with this answer.

Even Karin Uzumaki was speechless after hearing this. She knew he was straight, but this was just too straight.

The young girl was so looking forward to hearing a few words of praise from you, and all you said was this?

That's definitely a bit unreasonable.

To everyone's surprise, Bulma didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she was quite happy and grabbed Suzumiya Musashi's arm, saying, "Hehe, I also feel like I've matured a lot."

Karin was somewhat surprised; this little guy didn't seem to notice anything amiss?

However, Bulma's true thoughts are that Uncle Musashi doesn't seem to treat her like a child anymore. But this is just Bulma overthinking. In Musashi's eyes, she is just a willful child.

"Are you hungry? How about I go and make you some late-night snacks?"

Seeing that they still showed no sign of going to sleep, Blue-haired Lanqi offered to go to the kitchen to make some late-night snacks so they wouldn't have to stand there chatting all the time.

Their mouths must be dry from talking so much.

"Okay, Lanqi, you're so kind."

Bulma smiled sweetly and quickly asked what she wanted to eat.

"Honestly, Bulma, why don't you just make whatever you want to eat yourself? Why bother Miss Launch?"

Seeing this, Brif looked at his beloved daughter with some resentment.

I was just thinking that my daughter has really grown up, but before long, she immediately reverted to her old ways.

"It's alright. I'm feeling a little hungry anyway. Mr. Musashi, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Blue-haired Lanqi smiled and shook her head, then looked tenderly at Suzumiya Musashi.

"Just like you guys, but not too much."

Suzumiya Musashi waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have many requirements for food, as long as it filled his stomach. Of course, if conditions allowed, he would prefer to eat something better, but he didn't want to force himself to eat something he didn't want to suffer for.

"Alright, alright, Bulma, you've been out a lot lately, haven't you had a proper shower? Go take a shower, and then you can enjoy some delicious food."

Karin then spoke up, saying that although Bulma could take a shower in the RV when she was out, it was definitely not as convenient as being at home.

Now that I look closely, my hair is a bit tangled. If I don't wash it properly soon, it might start to smell.

"Exactly, you're starting to smell. You should hurry up and take a shower."

Brief had also been fed up with it, so he quickly shooed Bulma into the bathroom.

"Honestly, she smells wonderful, there's no odor at all. Humph, Dad's just making things up, it's not that exaggerated!"

Upon entering the bathroom, Bulma actually took a serious sniff of herself, only to find that she didn't smell at all. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief, at least she didn't come back smelling bad.

She thought to herself, "I shower regularly when I'm out, so how could I possibly smell? Dad was just exaggerating and talking nonsense, making Bulma really think she was a bit sloppy."

"Hehe, the Dragon Ball adventure is over. I can ask Uncle Musashi and the others to play with me later. It's been a long time since I went shopping. I'll see if Karin and the others want to go."

While taking a bath, Bulma was happily planning her upcoming schedule. Now that she was back, she naturally wanted to go out and spend some money.

She felt that Uncle Musashi would at least be willing to take some time to play with her. Actually, Bulma didn't want anything else; she just wanted someone to play with.

It's just that I don't know if Karin Uzumaki will be willing to come along, but that's not important. Launch should still be willing to go out and play with us.

Bulma is usually very busy and there's no one else at home, which makes her quite bored. They don't even let her go out to play. Now that she finally has a playmate, she naturally wants to play as much as possible.

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Turtle House.

More than half a month has passed, but during this time Sun Wukong has indeed worked very hard, beginning to cultivate diligently in preparation for the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament.

Klin was also full of energy, after all, having a role model by his side gave him a drive to do anything.

Oolong, on the other hand, did nothing. He was constantly ordered around by Master Roshi every day, like a black slave, without any wages.

Moreover, Wulong didn't say anything in rebuttal, since he had chosen to stay here on his own initiative.

If I were to say anything in rebuttal now, I'd probably get a severe scolding from Master Roshi.

"No, Master Roshi is treating me like a slave. If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I'll die young. Maybe I should move somewhere else. Even if I'm not protected, at least I can be more free."

Wulong couldn't bear it any longer and decided to leave.

He felt that if he stayed here, he would lose several years of his life.

The main problem is that he has no freedom at all. Every day, he has to work as soon as he opens his eyes, and soon after he closes his eyes, he has to be called over by Master Roshi to help with things, which makes Oolong suffer in silence.

If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I'll be treated like a slave for life.

"What kind of bullshit martial arts god is he? He's just a complete bastard!"

Oolong looked angrily at Master Roshi, who was lying on the sun chair. This guy was always so leisurely, leaving all the dirty and hard work to Oolong.

Although I had said I was willing to do anything.

But you don't have to leave everything to me alone!

Even slaves deserve some rest!