Time goes back six hours.

Human Federation, the third life circle "Heaven".

Di Tian casually put on a vest and shorts, put on flip-flops, and settled into a sofa chair to play games.

He was playing a classic sandbox game, where he had to find materials and make tools, build residences and design cities according to his own ideas.

In fact, most of the favorite game types for boys his age are adventure action or first-person shooting, which are highly competitive and maneuverable.

But for Ditian, who possesses the "Peerless Martial God", one of his basic talents, "perfect combat intuition", also extends to playing video games.

No matter how difficult the game is, he can clear it in one go and play it from beginning to end in one life, as easily as drinking water.

Without challenge, there would be no fun.

Therefore, he usually plays casual games, such as building a house, changing clothes, etc.

"The glory of blood and fire, the glory of mankind is ringing♫..."

The alarm clock set on his cell phone rang. Ditian rubbed his hair, turned off the monitor, put away the handle, and walked out of his room.

When he left the room, he happened to see a woman wearing high heels.

The woman is very beautiful, she doesn't have the immatureness of young girls like Feng Hua Lian and Jiang Yueling. She is intellectual, elegant, gentle and decent, and makes people feel like they are in spring breeze just by seeing her.

"Xiaotian, long time no see." The woman smiled at him:

"Don't you always want a weapon? I put a second-level derivative in the training room on the minus 13th floor and gave it to you, Xiaotian."

"Thank you, Aunt Lan." Di Tian touched the back of his head and thanked her very politely.

"Then let's go, Aunt Lan... No regrets, it's late autumn, take Xiaotian out for a hot pot meal when you have time, don't always think about going to the old land to kill the mutants, if you don't have time, I will take him there!"

"Huh? Oh..." Di Wuhui, who had been munching on the watermelon, raised his head and chuckled:

"Sister Lan, don't worry about me. Can we both starve to death?"

"Hmph, who knows what kind of trouble you might get into..."

The elegant and soft woman hummed softly, closed the door, and left Ditian's home.

In the huge "God's Palace", only Di Wuhui and Di Tian were left.

The two men's behavior is somewhat similar. In his own home, Di Wuhui also looks slovenly. He sits on the sofa and gnaws on watermelon. He has a slovenly beard but is too lazy to take care of it. It really ruins his absolutely handsome face.

"Oh, your Aunt Lan is really a person. You have to bring so many things every time you come...Son, you don't know." Di Wuhui handed Di Tian half a piece of iced watermelon:

"She originally wanted to give you a first-level derivative, but that thing is too rare. Does your father have the nerve? Hehehe, how come everyone knows that I, Emperor Wuhui, gave birth to a good son? Oh, ho, ho..."

Looking at his father's nose that was about to turn up to the sky, Di Tian finally couldn't hold it back and said directly:

"Aunt Lan's trick is called curve to save the country."

"What are you trying to do to save me?"

"Save you a happy life for the rest of your life."

Di Wuhui's face froze and he said sadly:

"How can anyone like your father and me like this? I don't have a serious job, I often travel on business, I'm quite old, and I have a son who's almost grown up..."

Ditian's mouth twitched:

"I have never seen anyone as capable of Versailles as you...the guardian of the kingdom of heaven, going deep into the old land to suppress the mutants. Although you are not young, your destiny and body can allow you to live for a long time. As for me, a little bastard...

…You ask, who doesn’t want to have a step-son who is destined to be born?”

"You have colored glasses. Sure enough, in the eyes of every son, his father is a mighty mountain..."

Ditian covered his forehead and felt pain in his head:

"Seriously, don't you plan to try with Aunt Lan? Not only is she a real beauty, but she is also the leader of the Hercules Group. People chasing her can be lined up from our house to the capital of God. She really treats her as a friend.

Just don’t catch people..."

"Is your father like this? What a joke!"

Di Wuhui swallowed half of the watermelon in one gulp and said helplessly:

"I don't know how many times I have said this to her. I said: I only have my deceased wife in my heart, and there is no room for the second person. You should find a better home."

"Guess what your Aunt Lan said?"

"She replied with a smile: Okay, Wu regrets, if you can find a man of the right age among humans who is stronger and more handsome than you, I won't pester you."

"I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't come up with a rebuttal. Our generation... no, if you count from me for five hundred years, if I say second, who dares to say first?"

Di Tian was speechless, but he didn't raise any objections either.

Just like what Dad said, in the entire federation, no one who is suitable for Aunt Lan in terms of age is as good as him.

As the helmsman of "Hercules Group", one of the top ten business empires, Aunt Lan will never give in to herself. If she wants to marry, she will naturally marry the strongest man!

"Definitely, that's your business. As a junior, I don't want to interfere."

Di Tian rolled his eyes at his father and put his hand on the doorknob.

The moment he unscrewed it, his movements were slightly sluggish. After a brief hesitation, Di Tian asked in a low voice:

"Father."

"Um?"

"Really don't want to marry anymore?"

"No, the death of your mother and brother is all my fault. If I live a happy life shamelessly, I really don't know how to face them."

"That's not your fault."

"As a strong man, you should have your feet on the earth, carry the sky on your back, and support all living beings with your own strength. How can this not be my fault?" Di Wuhui leaned lazily on the sofa and laughed softly:

"Son, you should know best what kind of person your father is. There are no secrets between us father and son."

The air suddenly stopped flowing, as stagnant as death.

Above the heaven, violent murderous intent gathered, lightning convulsed, the sky trembled, and the ancient stars were crumbling.

The two gods screamed at each other.

The tit-for-tat will was fleeting, and in the spacious and bright living room, the father and son remained silent.

Di Tian knew that this was his father's warning to him.

Even with the protection of [The Sin of Omniscient] Yu Jiechou, Di Wuhui still saw that something was slightly wrong.

Di Tian pursed his lips, and for the first time he agreed with the old curse on his father:

——In this world, such a monster could actually be born.

"Oh my, I'm so old, even a cold watermelon can fill my teeth..." Di Wuhui laughed and waved:

"Son, it was still fun when you were little and you would cry when you were scared. Now, tsk tsk tsk, you have really grown up..."

"Hmph..." Di Tian closed his eyelids lightly and shrugged his shoulders:

"I'm going out for a while and will be back before dinner."

"What to do?"

Di Tian paused, and the corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously:

"Throw a dart."

…

Ten minutes later, Di Tian appeared in the center of Wanshou City, wandering around casually.

Many people recognized him and bowed, not daring to look him in the eyes.

This is both respect and fear, and equally, it is love.

"My father's mass base is really terrifying..."

Di Tiandu muttered, bowed his knees slightly, and appeared in the deserted open space outside Wanshou City.

He took a gentle breath, took out a golden communicator, and placed it between his eyebrows.

"Hey... can you hear me?"

"Your Majesty the Emperor Tianmian, this is the capital of the gods. Please give me your orders."

"I request to use [Relic]."

"please wait."

Didi...

Tens of seconds later, the operator's soft voice came again:
Chapter completed!