Douluo: I really am not an ice god!

The evil god king and the good god king looked at each other. After a brief exchange, the good god king continued, "Do you two have any objection to this sentence?"

"Asura is no different."

"God King—"

"Okay, that's it for the Ice God."

The evil god king glanced at Destruction and said in a somewhat stern tone, "You two are both one of the five god kings of the God Realm Committee. How can you make trouble for a first-level god?"

"..."

"destroy."

The goddess of life walked up to the god of destruction, shook her head and gave him a vague reminder.

"Humph!"

The God King of Destruction glared at Shura fiercely and said, while a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

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

Although the Ice God is only a small first-level god, he has an unusual appetite for him. The two of them have become somewhat friends over the years.

Therefore, we know that he held a meeting to seek an explanation for him because of the death of God Shura!

The result of sealing the palace for a hundred years shows that the two great god kings, good and evil, do not intend to go into details. Even if they are unwilling to destroy, they can only accept this result.

(At this time, good and evil were still the first generation gods, not the two fierce flames who took over later, so the oppressive power of the two god kings was still very strong.)

At the same time - deep in the divine world.

Feeling that familiar aura completely disappearing into the God Realm, the origin of the Golden Dragon King that was sealed here trembled slightly, and murmured with some expectation and hope in his heart, "Leave it to you... the future of the soul beast, I leave everything to you."

Tiandou Empire, inside Tiandou City.

"Huh? Whose little doll?"

There was silence and no response.

"Ling, Tian?"

Looking at the words on the white jade on the little baby's chest, the old beggar read out subconsciously and murmured in a low voice, "This piece of jade should be worth a lot of money, right?"

Thinking of this, a flash of greed flashed 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 infant child, the baby started shouting loudly!

The little doll stared at him without blinking, and at the same time stretched out its fleshy little hand to grab one of his fingers and started playing with it.

"Hee hee hee~~"

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

"Yeah yeah yeah~~"

The old beggar wanted to turn around and stay away from this trouble, but he could no longer move his legs when he heard the baby's gibbering.

"It's my bad luck!"

Perhaps the only remaining emotion in his heart was touched. He, who had been overwhelmed by life and became numb, finally gritted his teeth, stamped his feet and chose to take the baby home.

……

Time flies by, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Shaobing, Shaobing, there are crispy and crispy biscuits!"

"One, two, three..."

A ragged little beggar was squatting in the corner, holding his chin with his dirty hands, looking sadly at a few copper soul coins in the bowl.

He was the infant child back then.

And that kind old beggar still couldn't survive the winter a year ago.

Gollum~ Gollum~

"Hu-hu-"

After looking at the stall selling sesame cakes not far away, he finally just took a few deep breaths, picked up the broken bowl on the ground that contained all his belongings, rubbed his belly, gritted his teeth and walked away silently. …

Nothing else, too poor.

A sesame seed cake and three copper soul coins can at most satisfy him.

Six steamed buns are also three copper soul coins, but they can keep him from going hungry for three days.

After a while—

"Lingtian, are you here to buy steamed buns again?"

"Ah."

Lingtian nodded towards the steamed bun vendor, then took out a copper soul coin from the bowl and showed an innocent smile, "Uncle Wu, give me two steamed buns."

"okay!"

Uncle Wu took the soul coin, then picked out two steamed buns from the steamer, then put a small plate of pickles, put them together in a bag and handed them to Lingtian, "Aunt Wu made it yourself, I'll give you some to try." taste."

"Thank you, Uncle Wu."

Lingtian scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

Every time he came to Uncle Wu to buy steamed buns, he would always give him some side dishes from time to time. Although these things were not worth much, he was very grateful to Uncle Wu for his friendship.

"Uncle Wu, don't worry, I will—"

"Good good."

Uncle Wu smiled and waved his hands, but did not take these words to heart.

He just saw that the Lingtian child was living alone and had no one to rely on, and he was polite, so he thought it was a good deed and he just helped out...

"By the way, Lingtian, are you almost at the age of awakening your martial soul?"

Seeing that Lingtian's expression was dull and he didn't seem to be very interested, Uncle Wu cleared his throat and suggested sincerely, "I suggest you give it a try. If a good martial spirit awakens, your future life will be better." I can find a solution."

"I remember you and Uncle Wu back then..."

"I'm coming!"

Seeing Uncle Wu starting to brag about his past again, Lingtian's eyes lit up!

Then he found a seat and sat down casually, wiped his hands casually on his body, took out a steamed bun from the bag, and ate Uncle Wu's story with relish.

Ah!

You have a story, I have steamed buns - still the same, really delicious!

After a while—

Crunch!

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, a small room measuring less than ten square meters in total was revealed.

At first glance, you can see a worn-out mattress that was picked up from somewhere, as well as debris piled in the corner. However, although the room looks a bit messy at first glance, it is still neat.

However, due to insufficient sunlight, there was still a vague musty smell in the room.

"Hey, I should be the worst time traveler ever..."

Lingtian looked at his dirty little hands, then at his own nest, and touched his nose with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

As he spoke, he walked straight into the door.

After hanging the remaining bun next to the only window, he lay down on the mattress.

Yes!

Lingtian is a time traveler.

What an extraordinary identity!

He originally thought that even if he couldn't become one of those big guys at a certain point, no matter how bad he was, he could still make a good living based on his life experience.

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

It's not that Lingtian has never thought about doing business, but he doesn't have the capital, connections, or age. Who can believe his empty talk?

So in desperation, he could only choose to inherit the old beggar's job, but fortunately he was a time traveler, otherwise he would not have been able to survive the year without the old beggar.

"Tomorrow is the day when the martial soul awakens..."

Thinking of this, Lingtian put away his thoughts, raised his head and stared at the sunset outside the window, put his hands on the bed and murmured in a low voice, "I hope the awakened martial spirit will not be too bad."