The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Song Qingshu crept into the door, feeling guilty as a thief. After all, in order to compete for the stone ghost face, he had come here several times before, and even sent his subordinates to forcibly snatch it... But now Song Qingshu has fully understood that the strength of this family is no longer something he can compete with. A piece of long johns can knock Bao Niang's powerful subordinate A Zuo into the air on the spot. How terrifying is the strength of a senior who can make such a magic weapon?

The old man poured a glass of water for Song Qingshu, put it on the coffee table, and pushed Song Qingshu down before: "Is there anything you want to say?"

The old man has always been a very easy-going person, especially when he laughs, his eyes will be narrowed into a slit, and he looks very kind. However, Song Qingshu did not dare to take it lightly in the Wang family's villa. Although he did not notice the slightest bit of spiritual power from the old man, there is a saying that is good... Squinting is a monster!

Who knows if this senior is testing himself?

And this glass of water...

Can I drink it myself? Should you drink?

Or, is this a test given to me by my seniors?

Song Qingshu stared at the glass of water and fell into endless thoughts... This situation is just like the expression on the face of the True Monarch Throwing Thunder at the dinner table when he was struggling with whether the broccoli brought by the old man should be eaten.

Song Qingshu found that coming to the Wang family villa was a bit bad, he always felt that someone was staring at him from behind. He didn't understand a little, it was clearly just a villa that looked ordinary, without any decoration by the spirit array, why would it bring a sense of depression from the soul.

After being silent for ten minutes, Song Qingshu felt like a child who was caught copying homework in the morning by the head teacher, and finally confessed to the old man...

Because Song Qingshu talked a lot, he almost told the old man the ins and outs of the whole thing. The old man was getting old, and he didn't respond for a while. He tried to sort out his thoughts, and then he replied slowly: "Oh, you want to buy that mask at the beginning? But that mask was taken away by Xiao Leizi. …”

Little... Little Leizi?

Song Qingshu felt that his three views had been subverted.

These days, how many people dare to call that dead senior... how many?

Suddenly, Song Qingshu has more respect for Mr. Wang! Even if he carefully explored the old man inside and out, he still didn't notice the slightest spiritual power... But this old man is already the senior in his mind! And Song Qingshu has no doubts that this old man is only a living fossil!

"Because you didn't buy a mask for your boss, and now your boss wants to hunt you down... Is that what you mean?" The old man sighed, feeling that the young people today are too noisy. It's just a mask... How big is it? thing. They will all be killed.

However, the old man felt that he couldn't help Song Qingshu with his own abilities. After thinking about it, he stretched out his legs and gently scratched Erha's buttocks, intending to let Erha call Wang Ling down.

Er Ha was disturbed to rest, and got up a little bit.

Song Qingshu glanced at the Akita dog with a strange coat. He thought it was just a domestic spiritual pet. God knows that when the old man kicked it up, he looked at Song Qingshu angrily.

Song Qingshu seemed to have seen this look somewhere.

This is definitely not an ordinary dog. I don't know why, in the moment of looking at this dog, Song Qingshu saw the demon king standing on the top of the cliff, leading the crowd of demons. The demon king stood there with sharp eyes and scolded Fang Qiu. A world can be destroyed in a flip of a hand...

Song Qingshu was stunned.

Is it an illusion?

The old man: "This dog was brought back by our family Wang Ling from the school. The school has come to the leadership and will not let it be raised. But this little guy is very protective of the master, and it is easy to raise."

"So it's like this..." The old man's explanation made Song Qingshu heave a sigh of relief: "Dare to ask senior, who is Wang Ling?"

"Wang Ling is my grandson. My grandson is still in high school."

Still in... high school?

Song Qingshu felt that his three views were refreshed again.

What kind of family is this?

Song Qingshu: "Which high school is it?"

The old man: "No. 60 Middle School."

Song Qingshu: "..."

Under normal circumstances, the old man is excited when he mentions his grandson. The sense of pride and pride that the older generation has for their grandchildren is indescribable. However, it is not good for him to talk too much with Song Qingshu. The old man has always been reluctant to participate in the affairs between the cultivators. To be able to sit here and listen to Song Qingshu for a long time is purely because the old man exerted the humanitarian spirit of the old man of the Neighborhood Committee.

If it was a quarrel between the young couple, the old man felt that maybe he could act as Bai Wanqing to mediate, but what was involved in cultivation was that the Wang family could only rely on Wang Ling.

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In fact, when Wang Ling was still on the second floor, he had already heard Song Qingshu's complaints to the old man.

He is currently being hunted down by the Immortal Film Castle, and even if he escapes abroad, he may not be able to defend himself fully, so he has to come to the Wang family for help.

To be fair, Wang Ling didn't want to deal with this matter at all, but just when Wang Ling was about to deal with it indifferently, the damn eyelids started to twitch wildly again.

The eyelid warning hasn't appeared for a long time... If you don't care about this, the outcome of the incident will be even worse.

After thinking deeply, Wang Ling slowly walked downstairs. He was still wearing the pajamas of the white rabbit, and the soft and cute clothes formed a strong contrast with the unsmiling, paralyzed face.

When Wang Ling went downstairs, the old man had already returned to the side to continue chasing the drama, leaving Song Qingshu alone there.

Song Qingshu was a little nervous, and a little bit confused... I don't know what this senior meant when he pushed the matter to his grandson who was still in high school.

However, when he saw Wang Ling wearing a pair of extremely contrasting pajamas step by step, Song Qingshu was completely stunned!

Because, even if the person in front of him turns to ashes... he will never forget it!

He can be sure that this is when he and the ten saints went to snatch the stone ghost face not long ago, the young man in white who appeared in the villa of the Thunder Throwing True Monarch and let the two great saints fight back and die one after another!

This young man not only attacked the Great Sage and the Second Sage, but also rebelled against the Three Sages... The key point is that he also has a very close relationship with the Thunder Throwing True Monarch.

No matter what, this young man is the culprit who has fallen to the current level...

However, what Song Qingshu did not expect was that in the end, after a long circle, the object of assistance he found turned out to be him!

Song Qingshu felt annoyed...

But by now, he had nowhere to go. No one can help him except this young man.

On the side, Er Ha glanced at Song Qingshu, lowered his head silently, then walked to Song Qingshu's side, stretched out his dog's paw and patted Song Qingshu's leg...

This kind of good gas, but also the feeling of trying to keep smiling, it can best understand!