newbobooks Chapter 138 Godfather 3
Chapter 138 Godfather 3
The weather is getting cooler and the chill is invading. It is time to focus on health preservation.
Long Aotian held his carefully selected thermos cup calmly and took a sip of the steaming wolfberry ginger tea. There was no fluctuation in his eyes. He did not even look at the shocking broken limbs and arms on the ground. He walked away slowly and steadily.
A gust of cool wind whistled past, blowing up the dust on the ground. Ye Liangchen and Zhong Jingtian, who were squatting on the side, looked at each other with strange smiles on their faces, then stood up and walked forward tacitly to clean up the mess.
Against this bleak background, Long Aotian's receding figure seemed even more proud and lonely, as if the hustle and bustle and chaos of the world could not touch him in the slightest.
Against this bleak and desolate background, Long Aotian's receding figure looked even more proud and lonely, as if the noise and chaos of the world could not touch him in the slightest. Every step he took was firm and powerful, and the corners of his clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, revealing a kind of majesty that could not be violated.
Long Aotian's figure gradually moved away until he disappeared from everyone's sight. Ye Liangchen and Zhong Jingtian were cleaning up the mess while talking in low voices.
"This Long Aotian is always so cold-blooded and ruthless." Ye Liangchen curled his lips, but his hands did not stop moving.
Zhong Jingtian sneered: "Humph, but they have the capital, let's just work honestly."
Ye Liangchen and Zhong Jingtian were talking in low voices while cleaning up the mess.
"This Long Aotian is always so cold-blooded and ruthless. Look at his arrogant look. He doesn't even look at us, as if we are the ones who should clean up the mess on the ground." Ye Liangchen frowned, his face full of dissatisfaction, and he fiddled with the debris on the ground in his hands.
Zhong Jingtian sneered, stopped what he was doing, glanced at Ye Liangchen and said, "Humph, but he has the capital. What can we do? In terms of martial arts and wisdom, how can we compare with him? Let's just work honestly and stop complaining here, so as not to cause trouble for ourselves.
Ye Liangchen threw the things in his hand fiercely and said angrily: "I just can't stand his self-righteous look, as if he is the most powerful in the world. We are not bad either, why should we be humble in front of him?"
Zhong Jingtian quickly picked up the things Ye Liangchen threw out and advised in a low voice: "Keep your voice down. If he hears us, we will be in trouble. He is Long Aotian. He can make us suffer with just a flick of his finger."
Ye Liangchen gritted his teeth, snorted unwillingly, squatted down again and started to work, but he still muttered: "One day, I will let him know that I, Ye Liangchen, am not someone who can be easily messed with."
By the time they had finished packing, it was already dark. Ye Liangchen and Zhong Jingtian dragged their tired bodies and walked slowly in opposite directions.
Ye Liangchen's steps seemed a little heavy, and he was still mumbling, "I really don't know when this will end. I have to follow him around and clean up his mess every day."
Zhong Jingtian patted his shoulder and consoled him, "Alright, stop complaining. It's better to be with Long Aotian than to fight alone before."
The shadows of the two people stretched longer and longer in the moonlight, and finally merged into the darkness. The surrounding trees rustled in the wind, as if telling what had just happened. From time to time, a few insects chirped in the grass, adding a bit of loneliness.
On a quiet night, the land seemed to have returned to its former tranquility. However, the traces all over the ground were silently reminding people that a fierce battle had once taken place here.
Long Aotian calmly held his thermos cup, took a sip of wolfberry ginger tea, and walked away slowly without even looking at the broken limbs and arms on the ground.
The cool breeze blew up the dust on the ground. Ye Liangchen and Zhong Jingtian, who were squatting nearby, looked at each other, smiled strangely, and walked forward to clean up the mess.
This made Long Aotian’s receding figure look even more arrogant and lonely.
It was said that a year ago, Long Aotian would never have imagined that he, the darling of Heaven, would be robbed by the thief God at the moment when he was about to achieve enlightenment.
It turns out that after billions of years of evolution, the current way of heaven is gradually declining.
Unwilling to perish just like that, Thief Tiandao made some deductions and figured out that the new Tiandao would be born in Long Aotian, so he deliberately forced his growth and allowed him to achieve the Great Dao within just ten thousand years.
But at the moment when he was about to attain enlightenment, it swallowed him up completely.
Fortunately, there are three thousand great ways and forty-nine heavenly ways, and one of them escaped.
Long Aotian finally managed to escape and landed in a brand new starry universe.
However, the new rules conflicted with his own "Tao", causing his internal organs to be constantly impacted by two completely different energies. Meanwhile, his body had been tempered by thousands of heavenly thunders, allowing him to cultivate the unique "Immortal Body that Can Resist the Cold" in history, which made him extremely powerful.
It is like a solid container where tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions are brewing. Although it appears calm, it is actually turbulent inside and is constantly in a state of annihilation and rebirth.
"Ding--"
"Health system activated."
"Warning! Abnormal energy detected, error number WTN000587."
"S@%&(gfd%)_**&%%)"
"Correcting errors..."
A sharp whistle suddenly appeared in the ears of the weak Long Aotian.
The messy golden stars in front of his eyes made his vision go dark, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Long Aotian quickly looked inside his purple palace and discovered that only one tenth of the cultivation he had worked so hard to build up over ten thousand years remained, and he was struggling with another huge energy ball.
It's like an ant trying to shake a tree or a grain of rice in the ocean.
But Long Aotian is Long Aotian after all. Even if he is in a desperate situation, he will be able to turn the tide.
"Recharging energy..."
Long Aotian was trying hard to endure the dizziness and think of a way to get out of the predicament. Suddenly, a tingling shudder surged from the top of his head and quickly spread throughout his body.
He felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but let out a long howl.
Then, he was pleasantly surprised to find that more than half of the energy ball that was fighting against his internal energy had disappeared, and the remaining half was also rapidly dissipating, as if something in the dark was rapidly devouring this tonic.
Long Aotian reacted quickly and realized that the "energy replenishment" mentioned by the mysterious voice in his auditory hallucination was exactly the energy that suddenly disappeared!
What a good thing!
Based on the principle of not taking advantage of others, Long Aotian directed the remaining internal energy in his purple mansion, swallowing it up quickly and wrapping up the remaining energy, preparing to slowly refine it later.
"puff--"
Two powerful forces rushed and collided left and right in Zifu, his eyes went dark again, and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
"Host is in danger!"
"Host endangered detected! Open the novice gift pack and enhanced gift pack!"
"Charging the host's energy... repairing the body..."
Then, the man who was once so powerful and omnipotent fainted.
When he woke up again, he was greeted by a strange fragrance and odor.
Long Aotian secretly looked at the garbage pile surrounding him.
To be honest, Long Aotian has been the pride of the family since he was young and has never been in poverty.
The few times I was in danger were always under beautiful cliffs, or in secret places with abundant spiritual energy. I never thought that I would end up lying in such a dirty garbage dump.
It's this! So! Dirty!
If he wasn't covered with a "blanket" made of various pieces of cloth whose color and material could not be identified, and his body was free and unrestrained, he would have thought that it was an enemy who wanted to harm him.
Don’t you know that I, Long Aotian, have mysophobia?
Several veins popped out on Long Aotian's forehead. He couldn't help but lift up the garbage covering his body and throw it aside, then took out a brand new blanket from the storage space in his body.
Then, he looked at the dirty, messy and broken environment around him, and couldn't help but take out the tent and other necessary items for sleeping outdoors.
Not wanting his things to be "defiled", he made a hand gesture and prepared to throw the junk in front of him a thousand miles away.
Unexpectedly, my inner breath was empty.
He was left alone.
Perhaps it was the noise inside that stopped the whispers and laughter outside.
Two little ghosts, one tall and one short, walked in.
Correction: Two dirty little ghosts, one tall and one short, walked in.
The older one was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with yellow hair that was tangled and dirty. His face was covered with stains that had been there for who knows how many years, and his original skin color could no longer be seen. In his hand, he was holding a barbecued leg of meat.
Very good, even the fingernails are black.