"Ah!"
Ever since Ximen Lang returned home last night, he had been sighing nonstop.
Sure enough, just as he had expected, Leng had kicked him out last night.
What was he supposed to do now?
"Ah!"
Thinking about the miserable days ahead, Ximen Lang could not help sighing again.
"I say, that's enough. Are you going to keep going forever?" Yan had finally gotten a good night's sleep yesterday, so she was clearly in a good mood today. She even had the energy to persuade Ximen Lang.
Ximen Lang shot Yan a resentful look and said gloomily,
"You single dog, what the hell do you know!"
To his surprise, Yan immediately flew into a rage, as if he had stepped on her tail.
"Did being a single dog make you eat your family's rice?!"
The other two Little Angels also glared at Ximen Lang with unfriendly expressions, looking as if they wanted to bite him to death.
Just then, Leng's voice came from the other side.
"Stop standing around. Food's ready."
Ximen Lang immediately took advantage of the opening.
"I'm too lazy to bother with you."
Then Ximen Lang ran off without a trace.
"Tch!" *3 The Little Angels also let go of their tempers and enjoyed the feast Leng had prepared for them, something they had not had in a long time.
That afternoon, with no chance to do what he wanted to do, Ximen Lang picked up his tedious cultivation through reading once more.
That's right. For this group of technological gods, reading was cultivation.
It was even more important than training or actual combat.
That was because their extraordinary combat power leaned toward technology, and training was only useful when they had just awakened.
Once they became familiar with their own power, training's effect became negligible.
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