Chapter 29

But the bullets hitting his body only caused him some pain.

They didn't even break through his defense.

Though this was normal.

Sun Wukong was, after all, a Saiyan.

Even if he couldn't even be counted as a low-level warrior.

He was still a Saiyan in the end.

A weapon like a handgun wanting to break through his defense was still quite difficult.

"What was that just now? You can use sorcery, right?"

Bulma was stunned.

Because she discovered that her handgun hadn't just failed to kill Sun Wukong, it hadn't even managed to break his defense.

An expression of terror immediately appeared on her face.

What kind of monster was this?

A handgun couldn't even break his defense.

"Strange, why can't I kill you?"

"Dummy, I wouldn't be killed so easily by you."

"My body is as hard as steel."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong had already stood up from the ground, and at the same time drew out the Golden Cudgel from behind him, and charged toward Bulma.

"I'm going to exorcise you, you monster."

Sun Wukong had always lived with his grandfather Sun Wufan on Bunsen Mountain.

After his grandfather Sun Wufan died, he lived alone on Bunsen Mountain.

He had never left Bunsen Mountain, nor had he ever seen another human.

As for cars, he didn't recognize them at all.

So much so that he directly took Bulma and the car to be monsters.

Seeing Sun Wukong charging toward her with terrifying momentum.

Bulma was scared silly.

The little monster before her eyes was a monster whose skin even bullets couldn't pierce.

Her only weapon was a small handgun, and even the handgun couldn't kill him.

How could she possibly be a match for this little monster?

Thinking of this.

Bulma hurriedly explained; "Wait, I'm not some monster, I'm a person."

Because Bulma has already realized.

The guy before her eyes might be a country bumpkin who had never seen a car.

"Huh? A person? Are you a person?"

Hearing Bulma's words, Sun Wukong immediately stopped.

Bulma also took this opportunity to climb out through the car window.

"That's right, of course I'm a person."

"But why do you look different from me?" Sun Wukong said, puzzled.

"Of course it's because I'm a girl." Bulma explained.

"Ah, a girl, you... you're a girl, no wonder." Sun Wukong said.

"You haven't really never seen a girl before, have you?" Bulma could basically confirm that the Sun Wukong before her was a country bumpkin.

But even so, he shouldn't have never even seen a girl, right?

Could this guy be a wild man?

But he didn't look like one either — Sun Wukong was wearing clean clothes.

A wild man wouldn't wear clean clothes.