After the huge Tree of Might was casually wiped out by Krillin last time,
All the workers in this area had a deep shadow of this bald head.
Krillin did not bother these dedicated elves.
He raised his head and looked towards the center of the grass.
A new Tree of Might has grown.
The trunk of the tree is a little shorter than before, and the crown is not as exaggerated, but it is still full of colorful ribbons.
Frieza is still firmly wrapped in a white cocoon.
The material of the cocoon shell looks very soft, with a light luster on the surface.
Fine seal lines appeared on it, shimmering with light.
This time he was really quiet.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.
Breathing is very gentle, and the chest rises and falls very little.
The children's songs around me are still playing in a loop tirelessly.
Over and over again, as if it would never stop.
Krillin stopped under Tree of Might and looked up at Emperor of the Universe in the cocoon.
"Hey, Frieza, you look good."
Frieza's eyes suddenly opened.
At that moment, the wings of several little Angels around them shook violently and almost fell out of the air.
The aura of his soul is indeed different from before.
Frieza, who was hung here before, would scream angrily, curse loudly, and roll his eyes wildly.
He greets the pink fairies with every curse word known in the universe.
But now Frieza is a bit eerily quiet.
When Frieza saw Krillin, his eyelids moved slightly, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed through him.
He quickly changed into an elegant accent.
"Huh huh huh huh~~"
"Isn't this a bald head?"
"Why, you finally remembered this king?"
He raised his chin with difficulty.
The whole person was hung tightly in the cocoon. Only the head and neck could move slightly, but the aloof aura was still there.
Emperor of the Universe's style is very good.
Krillin couldn't help but shake his head when he heard his signature laughter.
"You're already hanging from the tree, could you please stop acting like Emperor of the Universe?"
"Let's talk about Resurrection."
Frieza's breath suddenly suffocated, his dark red eyes stared at Krillin, and he suddenly laughed.
"Resurrection me?"
"Tell me the conditions. I, the King, will not believe that such a good deed comes without a price."
Krillin nodded, his tone was very casual.
"The conditions are very simple. After you Resurrection, you have a fight with Bardock."
Frieza's originally sneering face suddenly stiffened.
"Who?"
"Bardock."
Krillin added, his voice unhurried.
"The father of Goku. That is, the Saiyan Low-Class Warrior who was the last one to rush towards you Death Ball before Planet Vegeta was destroyed."
"Black hair, a scar on his face, wearing old-style Saiyan Battle Suit."
Frieza was quiet for two seconds.
Then he suddenly raised his head and laughed.
"Hahahaha!"
"You want Resurrection my king just to let a Saiyan challenge me?"
"Bald head, your sense of humor has finally evolved to a point that I can't understand."
Frieza laughed enough, and his voice suddenly turned cold.
The contempt seeping from his bones radiated out without any concealment.
"Saiyan Low-Class Warrior? Is that kind of trash worthy of standing in front of this king?"
"When I destroyed Planet Vegeta, I didn't know how many monkeys I trampled to death."
"They don't even have the qualifications to let me remember their names."
"You don't remember him?" Krillin asked.
"Too many monkeys have died in the hands of this king."
Frieza's voice is calm and cold,
"Why should I remember a nobody?"
Krillin looked calmly, looking at Frieza in the cocoon.
When Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta, Bardock was just the last resister to rush forward.
In the eyes of Frieza, those Saiyan who resisted are nothing but insignificant dust.
"He remembers you." Krillin said.
Frieza snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth curved into an arrogant arc.
"It was his honor."
"To be destroyed by this great king myself is the greatest honor for all the monkeys on that inferior planet."
Krillin did not respond to these arrogant words.
He just threw out his trump card.
"Of course, you can also refuse, but if you agree, I will grant you an additional wish."
Krillin paused deliberately.
"For example... after you Resurrection, you can grow five centimeters taller!"
The moment these words were spoken, the entire Hell seemed to have pressed the pause button.
The sounds of children's songs around me seemed to have become quieter.
Frieza's smile stuck directly on his face.
The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly uncontrollably.
Although the contraction of his pupils was subtle, it revealed the violent fluctuations in his heart.
Krillin has a panoramic view of it all.
Frieza quickly suppressed the emotions in his heart.
He forcibly regained his emperor's calm posture.
Krillin looked at him and raised his eyebrows.
"How about it? Think about it?"
Frieza stared at Krillin, his voice deliberately slower, trying to cover up the gaffe just now.
"What nonsense are you talking about? The height of this king..."
"Grow five centimeters taller." Krillin repeated.
"My lord, I don't need that kind of thing."
There was a hint of imperceptible impatience in Frieza's voice.
This topic made it impossible for him to remain absolutely calm.
"This king's current form is already the most perfect existence. This unnecessary change..."
"Oh, forget it, I'll find someone else."
Krillin did not hesitate, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute."
Frieza hurriedly called to him, his voice a little louder than before.
He coughed quickly and cleared his throat.
Reassume the calm posture of an emperor.
The voice returned to a slow rhythm.
"The condition of being five centimeters taller is actually meaningless to me."
"The height of this great king is never measured in mere centimeters."
"In this vast universe, strength is the height. Power is the height. Fear is the height."
"Well, you're right." Krillin nodded along with his words.
"But." Frieza changed the subject and spoke faster unconsciously.
"Since you sincerely offer cooperation, I, the King, can also hear the details."
"After staying here Hell for so long, my king's strength has made a qualitative leap, and I just need a suitable target to verify the results of my training."
"Well... Also, the body after Resurrection must be perfect, without any blemishes, and definitely without scars."
"Yes, I'll satisfy you." Krillin agreed happily.
Frieza's eyes flickered and he continued to add.
"Five centimeters is five centimeters. It can't be 4.8 centimeters, nor can it be five centimeters. But it only counts the final combat form. The normal state must also be increased by five centimeters."
Krillin smiled and shook his head, looking at him pretending to be calm.
"As expected, you still care more about this."
Frieza's face turned completely cold.
"Mr. Krillin, it is very impolite to overestimate the emperor's aesthetic taste."
"This king is just confirming the integrity of the terms of cooperation. Rigorousness is an essential quality for a ruler."
Krillin forced a smile and nodded.
"Okay, I respect your imperial aesthetic."
Frieza sneered, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"This great king will let you see the true evolution of an emperor."
After saying that, Frieza closed his eyes.
The next second, the entire Pink Hell began to vibrate violently.