The voice of "thank you" still lingers.
Vomi is still holding Krillin, holding his Martial Arts Uniform tightly with his fingertips.
The wind blew over the edge of Kami's Lookout and lifted the hem of her white coat.
Vomi let go of his hand, lowered his head and touched his wrist, then the side of his neck.
Only warm skin is left there.
Krillin didn't rush her.
Piccolo stood aside with his arms folded, his cloak pulled straight by the wind.
Mr. Popo stood at the door of Lookout holding a tea tray, as quiet as a black stone statue.
Ailins keeps staring at Vomi.
She didn't speak.
There was a complex light in the deep purple eyes.
Envy.
Hesitant.
There is also a little bit of eagerness that I can't hide.
Vomi finally looked up and wanted to laugh, but tears fell first.
"I thought I would cry so ugly."
Ailins hummed softly.
"Don't worry, you cry like a scientific researcher, even the tears fall in a regular manner."
Vomi was startled for a moment, then laughed out loud.
Krillin turned to look at her.
"This way of comforting you is easily beaten on earth."
Ailins folded his arms.
"Then there must be someone who can beat me."
Piccolo added coldly.
"There are many people here who can beat you."
Ailins turned to glare at him.
Piccolo Pretend you didn't see it.
Mr. Popo put the tea tray on the stone table and carefully poured a cup of tea for everyone.
Golden Shenron is coiled in the clouds, with the dragon's head hanging low.
It didn't rush.
The consumption of the first wish is very small and within the acceptable range.
What really makes her nervous is the bald head below.
Krillin's deliberately suppressed aura is too outrageous.
Therefore, the attitude must be correct.
Very upright.
Ailins finally stepped forward.
The black and purple dress clings to the sides of her legs, Silver Form's long hair hangs down from her shoulders, and her pointed ears are exposed between her hair.
That's her Demon Clan feature.
It's also what she cares about most in the past few days.
She stood next to Krillin. She didn't look at Shenron, but looked at Krillin first.
"Is it my turn?"
Krillin could hear her hidden nervousness.
Ailins is Demon Realm Vice-King.
A person who can secure his position among a group of monsters is by no means weak.
She is good at magic, calculation, and using Poison Crystal and runes to trick her enemies into doubting their lives.
But after arriving on Earth, she saw too many things.
Bulma can turn the laboratory into a battlefield, and can also sit calmly at the dining table and scold Krillin.
The two Lanchi have different temperaments, but they both love that home.
Lazuli and Eighteen used to be Androids, but now they can go shopping in West City and bargain with shop assistants to the point of doubting their careers.
Vomi was washed away by Dragon Balls in front of her just now, Androids's shell.
Ailins is not afraid of his own identity.
She was afraid that she would always be separated from them by a door.
That's the door between two different worlds.
Krillin looked at her.
"Have you thought about it?"
Ailins avoided his gaze and stared at the golden Shenron on the stone platform.
Ailins nodded. "The pointed ears must stay, and the silver hair must stay. The magic circuit cannot be moved. The soul structure cannot be moved."
She paused and her voice became lower.
"I don't want to delete all the past."
Krillin didn't interrupt.
Ailins pursed her lips.
"But I want to become... better suited to stay on Earth."
Vomi lowered his head when he heard this.
Having just returned to a human body, she understands this awkwardness better than anyone else.
Want to change.
And I'm afraid that after the change, I won't even be able to recognize myself.
Want to stay.
I am also afraid that the traces I leave behind will be regarded as weird by others.
Piccolo looked at Ailins, his tone unexpectedly serious.
"Looks don't matter. You're here now."
Ailins glanced at him sideways.
"You, a green-skinned Demon King, are very convincing when you say this."
Piccolo A vein jumped on his forehead.
"I am Dragon God."
Ailins replied quickly.
"That's green too."
Krillin almost laughed out loud.
Piccolo doesn't want to talk to her anymore.
Golden Shenron watched several people bickering in mid-air, and the dragon's whiskers were floating a little stiffly.
It is here to fulfill wishes.
Not here for a family meeting.
Krillin clapped his hands.
"Okay."
"Since you want to change it, let's change it to something more powerful."
Ailins turned to look at him.
"What are your plans?"
Krillin showed a very serious expression.
With this expression, if Bulma were present, he would definitely hold the wrench tightly first.
Because once Krillin goes too far, there is a high probability that it will contain private goods.
Krillin walked to the stone platform and looked up at Golden Shenron.
"Shenron, the second wish."
Golden Shenron lowered his head.
"Please say, Master Krillin."
Ailins Breathing tightens.
She hated the feeling of waiting for a verdict.
Even if the person standing next to her was Krillin, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Krillin raised his hand and pointed at Ailins.
"Transform the beautiful lady in front of you into another appearance."
Vomi was startled.
Piccolo looked at Krillin.
"Another appearance?"
Ailins was also stunned.
"Wait, what's the specifics? You should be more clear!"
Krillin did not answer.
A golden spot of light lit up on his fingertips.
A very personal memory is sealed there.
A game in some distant world.
A character who once made him stop the mouse in front of the screen and click on the drawing repeatedly.
Demon Realm.
Apostle.
Long hair.
mask.
Pointed ears.
Tear Mark.
Cold strategy, dangerous beauty.
Krillin is a snap.
The golden memory light and shadow flew into the sky and penetrated into the center of Golden Shenron's eyebrows.
Golden Shenron's huge dragon body shook slightly.
It receives the picture.
There was a brief pause in the dragon's eyes.
Then, it bowed its head respectfully.
"I understand, Master Krillin."
Ailins looked at Krillin suspiciously.
"What did you show it?"
Krillin is serious.
"Art Project."
Ailins stared at Krillin.
"If it's weird, I'll engrave your bald head into the Demon Realm textbook."
Krillin waved his hand.
"Don't worry, I guarantee it will look good."
Golden Shenron's eyes lit up red.
Golden clouds roll in.
The Dragon Pattern on the Lookout stone tiles light up one after another.
A halo of Laws rose under Ailins's feet.
Ailins is enveloped in golden light.
She subconsciously grasped the hem of her skirt.
Krillin stood outside the light, with his hands on his waist and his eyes so bright that it was scary.
Piccolo noticed his expression and felt ominous.
The golden light becomes more and more prosperous.
Ailins's original black and purple skirt was dismantled, turned into fine runes, and then rewoven with the power of Shenron.
Her figure was stretched taller.
Cinched waistline.
Spread your shoulders and neck.
The outline of the whole person has a sense of oppression.
That's not just beautiful.
But dangerous, cool and powerful.
There's also a bit of coquettishness that people can't take their eyes off.
The wind on Lookout was twisted into a vortex by Laws, rolling up golden dust.
The golden light dispersed.
Ailins stood in front of the stone platform.
Kami's Lookout Be quiet.
She is like a silhouette carefully carved by the darkness.
Slender figure.
Sharp curves.
The black velvet robe fits tightly around the waist, and the neckline is opened just right, revealing the pale collarbone and towering breasts.
The waist is buckled with a belt, making it slender but not fragile.
The robe has a high slit at the hem, and a dark purple net pattern wraps a straight long leg.
She just changed her standing position, and the hem of her robe slid half an inch away from her legs.
On the holy Kami's Lookout, there is an extra color of the Demon Realm.
The contrast is ridiculously strong.
Her face has changed the most.
The left half is covered by a delicate silver mask.
The edge of the mask is as thin as a crescent blade, but it doesn't look menacing. Instead, it makes the right half of the face more attractive.
His pale skin was almost porcelain.
Under his right eye, a teardrop-shaped mark rested quietly.
The amber eyes are exposed, so cold that people dare not joke around.
The lip color is darker, like the dark red of a withered rose.
Silver Form's long hair hangs down from both sides.
The pointed ears are still retained, and the ends of her hair gently brush over her shoulders.
This is not the beauty of the earth.
Nor is it the beauty of ordinary Demon Clan.
It is a top-notch lady form with danger written into every inch of its outline.
Krillin In memory, she has another name.
Dungeon Fighter Online.
Second Apostle of the Demon Realm.
Weeping Eye·Hilder.
Yes! So right!
Now, this image has been reproduced by Earth Shenron, standing under the golden dragon light of Kami's Lookout.
Vomi held his breath.
Piccolo's cloak was blown up by the wind, but he forgot to press it back.
Mr. Popo was holding the tea tray, and half the cup of tea was spilled.
Golden Shenron himself glanced down, as if confirming the finished product of his wish.
Krillin touched his chin and his eyes turned into ❤ shapes!
"Yes!"
he murmured.
"That's right!"
Piccolo rolled his eyes.
"What a shame."
Krillin didn't hear it at all.
He looked at Ailins with an extremely serious tone.
"That's her."
"Weeping Eye·Hilder."
"The most dangerous white moonlight in my youth."
Ailins stood where he was, not seeing his own changes clearly.
She only saw Krillin's reaction.
That kind of unabashed appreciation made the tips of her ears feel hot.
Golden Shenron coughed lightly in the clouds.
"Master Krillin, your wish has come true."
Krillin raised his hand and gave a thumbs up.
"Shenron, well done!"
Golden Shenron Look down.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Ailins finally couldn't help but speak.
"What has become of me?"
She raised her hand and wanted to condense the water into the mirror.
But the movement suddenly stopped.
Dark purple Magic Power flows on the fingertips, smoother than before.
Like a river that was originally blocked, a culvert was dug overnight.
She was startled.
"Wait."
"My Magic Power has become smoother..."
The dark purple Magic Power flows in the palm of your hand and condenses into a smooth water mirror.
The mirror slowly stabilizes.
She saw herself.
Second Apostle of the Demon Realm: Weeping Eye·Hilder
The next second.
The water mirror "clicked" and cracked a thin crack.
Ailins clenched his fingers tightly, the tips of his ears were red, and the sound was squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Krillin!!!"