Douluo: I'm really not an ice god!

The Evil King and the Kings King looked at each other, and after a little communication, the King of Good God continued, "So judge that you can have any objections?"

"Shura is no different."

"King of God-"

"Okay, the story of Bing God ends here."

The Evil King glanced at the destruction, and said with some strict tone, "Both of you are one of the five great kings of the gods committee. What does it look like for a first -class deity?"

"..."

"destroy."

The goddess of life came to the god of destruction and shook his head to remind him vaguely.

"snort!"

Destroyed the King of God at a fierce glance, and at the same time, there was a unwilling color flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

Then, together with the goddess of life, disappeared into the temple.

Although the guy of Bing God is just a small -class deity, he has an abnormally appetite for him. In these years, the two have a little friendship.

Therefore, he knew that because of the fall of Shura, he would hold a meeting to discuss it!

The result of the centuries of Fengdian has clearly stated that the two gods of kindness and evil do not intend to deliberately investigate. Even if they are unwilling to destroy their hearts, they can only accept this result.

(At this time, goodness and evil are still the first god, not the two people who have been replaced later, so the oppression of the two god kings is still very strong.)

At the same time -Deep in the divine realm.

Feeling the familiar breath completely disappeared into the realm of God, the origin of the Golden Dragon King who was sealed here slightly trembled, and there was a little expectation and hope in my heart.

Mine ... everything was given to you. "

Tian Dou Empire, Tian Dou City.

"Well? Whose little doll?"

The surroundings are quiet without response.

"Ling, God?"

Looking at the words on the white jade on the chest of the little doll, the old beggar read out subconsciously, while muttering at the same time, "This jade should be worth a lot of money?"

Thinking of this, there was a touch of greed in his eyes, and he wanted to reach out and grab the jade pendant.

"..."

"Yeah ~~"

As soon as the old beggar reached out and touched the child in the puppet, the doll began to shout loudly!

While the little baby stared at him without blinking, he stretched out the fleshy hand and grabbed his finger to play.

"Hee hee ~~"

"Hey, the old man can't even raise himself ..."

"Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The old beggar wanted to turn around and stay away from this trouble, but when he heard the little doll's words, he could no longer open his legs.

"I am unlucky!"

Perhaps the only existence in his heart was touched, and he had been crushed by his life and became numb. He finally gritted his teeth.

Nympho

The time passed away, and it passed six years in a blink of an eye.

"Bread cakes, sesame cakes, crispy and crispy sesame cakes!"

"One, two, three ..."

A small beggar was squatting at the corner, and his dirty little hand was holding his chin. He looked at the few copper soul coins in the bowl.

He was the child in that year.

And the kind old beggar, still the winter that had never survived a year ago.

Guru ~ Guru ~

"Huh -Huh-"

Looking at the stalls selling pancakes not far away, in the end he just took two deep breaths, picked up the broken bowl on the ground with all his own home, rubbed his belly, gritted his teeth, and walked away silently.

Nympho

Nothing, it's too poor.

One sesame cake, three copper soul coins, at most to make him full.

Six steamed buns are also three copper soul coins, but they can make him not have to be hungry for three days.

After a while--

"Lingtian, come back to buy gimmick again?"

"Um."

Lingtian nodded at the hawker selling steamed buns, and then took out a copper soul coin from the bowl, revealing a innocent smile, "Uncle Wu gave me two steamed buns."

"Okay!"

Uncle Wu took over the soul coin, then picked up two steamed buns from the steamer, and then packed a small dish of pickles, put it in the bag together and handed it to Lingtian.

taste."

"Thank you Uncle Wu."

Lingtian scratched his head and said it was a little bit interesting.

Every time he came to Wu Shu to buy steamed buns, he always presented some side dishes from time to time. Although these things were not worthy of money, he was grateful to Uncle Wu for this friendship.

"Uncle Wu, rest assured, I will--"

"Good."

Uncle Wu waved his hand with a smile, and did not put these words on his heart.

He just watched the children of Lingtian alone and lived alone, plus politeness, so he would help it as a good thing ...

"By the way, Lingtian, are you almost getting the age of awakening martial arts?"

Uncle Wu looked at Lingtian's expression was bland, and it seemed that he didn't have much interest, so he cleared his throat and said sincerely, "I suggest you try it, in case you wake up a good martial arts, your future life will also be

Can have a fall. "

"Think of you, Uncle Wu, I ..."

"Here, here!"

Looking at the uncle Wu, who began to boast of his own year, Lingtian's eyes were bright!

Then he found a place and sat down, wiped his hands casually, and then pulled out a steamed bun from the bag.

Um!

You have a story, I have steamed buns -still not changed, really meal!

After a while--

Cangpie!

Push away the shabby wooden door, a small room with a total of less than ten square meters.

At first glance, you can see a shabby. I do n’t know where to pick up the mattress and the debris piled in the corner. Although the room looks a little disordered at first glance, it is neat.

However, due to the lack of sunlight, there is still a moldy smell in the room.

"Hey, I should be the worst crosses in history ..."

Lingtian looked at his dirty little hand, and looked at his nest again, touched his nose, and had a little self -deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

During the talk, he walked straight into the door.

Hang the rest of the steamed buns behind the only window, and lying on the mattress.

Yes!

Lingtian is a crossing person.

What a general identity!

He thought he could not be mixed with those big guys who were mixed, but he could ask for a good life with his life experience.

As a result, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny -he became a glorious beggar.

Lingtian hasn't thought about doing business, but the principal, connections, and age are not old. Who can believe his empty white teeth?

Therefore, he can only choose the work of inheriting the old beggar, but fortunately he is a crossed person, otherwise he can't stand it this year without the old beggar.

"Tomorrow is the day when Wuhun awakens ..."

Thinking of Lingtian's thoughts here, raising his head to stare at the sunset in the window, and murmured with his hands on the bed, "The martial arts who want to awaken will not be too bad."