Dragon Ball Twelve Modifiers

“Brother Hayama, these two pieces are for you, and the rest have been eaten by them, it’s really delicious.” Boomer licked his mouth and handed the two pieces of fruit salad left in his hand to Hayama, who had just entered the room and sat down.

Is it really so delicious? Hayama showed a skeptical look, there were a lot of delicious things to eat, because it was that holy fruit, now that it was still addictive to think about, another day I had to find a time to plant a large piece.

“Well, it’s really good~! Lan Qi’s craftsmanship is really good! Hayama took a few bites and gave a thumbs up in praise.

Just looking at Boomer’s greedy eyes, Hayama amusedly handed another piece to Boomer, who seemed to be about to evolve into a snack, and pulled a messy end of her hair behind her ear.

Boomer returned a sweet smile and looked down to eat.

“What about mine? Why didn’t I? The turtle immortal walked in, looked at the empty plate on the table, and shouted dissatisfied.

Yellow-haired Lanqi let out a cold snort and sneered: “No, who will give you this lustful old man.” ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two of them quickly found an excuse to sneak out the door and continue to practice with a heavy turtle shell on their backs.

“It’s not cute at all…” the turtle fairy muttered softly, not daring to reply, and hurried into the bedroom to lock the door tightly.

Listening to the wistful laughter inside, Hayama was also speechless, was he so hungry?

After staying in the Kamesen House for a while, Boomer and Hayama left.

“No need to take the car anymore, I’ll take you straight back!” Grabbing the universal capsule in Boomer’s hand, Hayama said with a smile.

Get back? How to go back?

Boomer was wondering, but as soon as the picture turned, the two appeared at the door.

“Wow~! Brother Hayama, you are so cool, you just returned home in an instant. Boomer exclaimed with joy.

“It’s amazing, it’s a skill I practiced outside.”

Back home, Boomer also had his own research to do, and Hayama was sitting alone in a chair in the back garden, not knowing what to do.

“What should I do? The twenty-third martial arts meeting still has a few days to arrive, and it is not possible to improve his strength in a moment…” Hayama held his chin and thought deeply.

“By the way, first plant the seeds of the holy tree, and then practice a birth magic to harvest a large number of fruits in a very short time.”

Hayama closed his eyes and searched for the thousands of magic recorded in his brain from the star of Adetra, all kinds of strange magic, and soon found this magic that can give birth to any plant and practiced it!

“This is… The blood of the Kurdish king, I remember and a cloning machine from the planet Dura. Hayama opened his dimensional pocket and was about to take out the sacred tree seed from it and saw the small bottle of King Kurdish blood collected at a whim.

Shaking his head, he temporarily swept aside these insignificant things, took out a large bag of sacred tree seeds, planted them on a green grassy ground, and cast the newly learned birth magic.

Soon, twenty small green shoots appeared on the ground, and in just a few minutes they grew several meters tall.

“It seems that the harvest will be harvested in a few days, am I a farmer…” Hayama laughed to himself.

Then Hayama sat down in a chair and put a few books on the table to admire them carefully.

That’s right, it is the remaining five rare edition small books, which Hayama had already read in ancient times, and now they are only taken out for pondering and reference.

“I will use these few days to study how these moving little books are drawn, and let me draw a book and publish it.” But it’s best not to be discovered by Boomer….,” Hayama looked around like a thief who wanted to commit a crime, and when he found that no one was present, he put his eyes on the small book in his hand with confidence.

With Ye Shan’s fire eye golden eye that had been practiced by reading countless meat in his previous life, he quickly participated in it, and instantly turned into a yellow master, and said a lot about the advantages and disadvantages in the book.

“Sure enough, this world is still too monotonous compared to a certain country that multiplied this culture to the extreme in the previous life, and nothing provocative has penetrated into it, so let me Hayama carry forward this culture here and let it exude brilliant splendor!” Hayama, who was in pain, began to lose his business and initiated his own middle school second vow.

Early in the morning, Hayama went out alone to buy some props for painting.

“Someone robbed ah~~!” Suddenly, a shrill soprano sounded through the street, followed by a car flying in front of it, on which sat two bearded robbers with small pistols in their hands.

“How can you go out and encounter this kind of broken thing.” Hayama sighed and casually sent out two bursts of qi to stun the two rampant robbers in the car.

Quietly solving the two robbers, Hayama continued to walk towards his destination.

Soon, Hayama returned to Boomer’s house with a large box in his hand.

“Hayama went out so early, is this a gift for Boomer?” Mrs. Brives, who was manicuring the garden, was sharp-eyed, and immediately found the box that Hayama was holding in her hand, and teased.

“Too early, I bought it for my own use.” Hayama said casually, carrying the box and coming to the back garden again.

I took out a large pile of things in the box and put them on the table and began to draw slowly.

“Brother Hayama, what are you doing here? Oh, how come there are so many strange trees over there, and there are fruits on them. Boomer’s voice sounded behind him.

Hayama unhurriedly covered up the half-drawn manuscript paper in his hand, turned around and changed the topic: “Those are the sacred trees I obtained from the universe, which can bear miraculous delicious fruits, I will pick them for you to taste!” ”

Ye Shan’s figure flew instantly, and there were nearly a thousand more holy fruits on the ground, picked one up and handed it to Boomer: “You try, you just need to imagine what you want to eat, it can become the taste you think.” ”

“It’s really delicious, I almost forgot, the twenty-third martial arts conference will start tomorrow!!” Boomer finished eating one and picked up another one if he didn’t finish it, and suddenly said embarrassed halfway through.

“Okay, then we’ll take a look tomorrow!” Hayama smiled and casually pulled out a sheet from the pile of drawing paper, tore off a corner and wiped the juice on Boomer.

Boomer’s gaze was fixed on the painting with a half-portrait painted on Hayama’s hand, and asked in surprise: “Brother Hayama, are you painting me?” It just doesn’t seem like it. ”

“Ah~~! That’s right, haha~~ It’s you who painted, I didn’t draw well the first time~! Hayama was lucky in his heart, fortunately he just drew an outline, otherwise Boomer saw that he was painting those bad things and didn’t blow up the sky.