The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Wang Ling felt that he must have had a nightmare because he hadn't slept for too long.

He closed his eyes and looked at his body, and even checked his soul inside and out, but did not find the soul contract mentioned by the old coconut man in the dream.

So...you must be thinking too much, right?

Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if it was really like what the old coconut man said in the dream, the soul will be automatically concluded as soon as he enters the space, Wang Ling felt that he should be able to fully feel it.

Although the current life is sometimes a little turbulent, it is still within the acceptable range for Wang Ling. It's too early for Wang Ling to get in touch with a person in the situation of Immortal Venerable at this stage. Wang Ling doesn't want to be haunted by someone inexplicable, and he doesn't want to be with some old seniors in the so-called self-cultivation circle for no reason. association. It will only cause more trouble for me...

Frowning, Wang Ling raised his hand and opened all the windows in the room.

It was a good weekend, but the old coconut man messed up the whole situation, making Wang Ling feel a little upset for no reason.

The cool wind blew on Wang Ling's cheeks through the window, calming his restless heart a little.

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After reviewing his homework for a while upstairs, Wang Ling closed the book and saw the old man and Wang Ma go out on a sheep through the window. Wang Ma was sitting behind the tricycle with Erha in her arms, and the old man rode the tricycle for a ride. This posture should be to go shopping, and take Erha out for a walk by the way.

Wang Ling was sitting in front of the desk with his chin up, staring at the old man stepping on a tricycle along Donghuang Road. When he was only a dozen meters away from the Wang family villa, Wang Ling saw Er Ha actually stretched out the dog and pulled the corner of his eyes at him. With a grimace, this scene immediately made Wang Ling's face twitch... He really felt that Er Ha would have a much more comfortable life than himself!

A rare weekend was so boring, Wang Ling used his watch to open Dad Wang's novel and read it, and was surprised to find that Dad Wang hadn't updated the chapters today.

He flipped through the web page, and sure enough, he saw that the comment section of the novel of "The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King" was full of complaints.

Book friend "Xiao Bai is too much": Wang Situ is still not updating today? Say it if you don't update it, it's the most painful thing to wait for the update!

Book Friend "Dream of Stopping the War丨Dream": Shocked! The author of a certain online novel has not updated it until now. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

Book friend "Gold in July": I have been chasing a book called the author of the three days and two sleeps before, and I found out that the author has set up three days and two changes... Wang Situ, you have to hold on what!

Book friends "to close the author's little black house code": everyone pay attention to quality! Cursing is wrong! Let me see, why don't we find two people to stand at the author's door, and then when the author comes out, wrap the author with a sack and take out the "soup"!

Book friend "GGsbada": Could it be the rhythm of one update a day in the future... OH! Do not!

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Wang Ling: "..."

In Wang Ling's impression, the phenomenon of Wang's father procrastinating is not uncommon, and according to Wang Ling's summary of the update rules of Wang's father's novels over the years, under normal circumstances, if Wang's father updates according to the normal rhythm, it is generally There will be no delays or interruptions.

But if Dad Wang has an explosion of inspiration one day, and he finishes coding a week's manuscript in one day, then waiting for Dad Wang may be the subsequent exhaustion of inspiration... After all, Dad Wang is just an ordinary person, and inspiration is illusory. Things don't come as they say. When the one-time burst of inspiration is over, Dad Wang will inevitably fall into a situation where he feels his brain hole has been hollowed out.

Writing is something that can sometimes be rushed.

Sometimes the more you want to write something, the more you may find that your mind is blank when you really want to start writing.

For a veteran writer on a website at the level of Dad Wang, sometimes the reason for delaying or breaking the update is usually due to time reasons, such as cooperating with the website to do some offline promotion of novels. Of course, there are also reasons for the plot. Father Wang has been writing for many years, and Wang Ling doesn't believe that his father really can't write a single word. But in this state of mind, if you have to force yourself to write something, the quality of the chapters cannot be explained to the readers.

To update or to quality, this is the question that many authors will face.

After all, you can't have both.

So when Wang Ling went downstairs, he saw Dad Wang leaning on the sofa with a hopeless expression on his face, his hands resting on his head, and a cigarette still in his mouth. Dad Wang usually finds inspiration by watching the live broadcast of female anchors, but at this time, his favorite female anchor Xiaoxuan is not online, which makes Dad Wang feel a little irritable...

Seeing Wang Ling coming downstairs, Dad Wang tilted his head slightly, glanced at Wang Ling, and then patted the sofa: "Lingling, come and sit!"

Wang Ling knew that this was Dad Wang's second way to find inspiration, and that was to find someone to talk to.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Ma usually plays the role of this chat, but now Wang Ma went out to buy vegetables with the old man, Wang Ling was once again surprised to find that he had become a "spare tire"!

"Xiao Ming will come over tonight. Your mother and your grandfather went out to buy food." Dad Wang shook the cigarette ashes and said to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling gave a very cooperative "um".

Father Wang, who had lost his inspiration intermittently, even had a different look in his eyes, full of gloom, which made Wang Ling feel a little uncomfortable.

Dad Wang squinted, glanced at Wang Ling, and found that there was actually a two-position distance between Wang Ling and himself, and suddenly couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: "You child, why are you so far away from me?"

Wang Ling: "..."

Then, he directly stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Ling over to lean against him: "How did you stick to me when you were young, forgot?"

Wang Ling took a deep breath and chose not to care about it: "..." As a child, the thing that impressed him the most should be Dad Wang's beard, this thing really makes me panic...

The sudden mention of childhood events reminded Dad Wang of many stories, and he couldn't help laughing: "You know what? Actually, your mother has written novels before."

Wang Ling cast a curious look: "Clam?"

Dad Wang: "Your mother and I have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. What hobbies does she have? I feel like Ding Jinger in my heart. Also, your mother published a book when she was young, and she wrote it very well! At that time, many publishing houses contacted me. She wrote the sequel, and your mother has even drawn up the outline, and plans to make a new debut under a pseudonym... and it happened that she was pregnant with you."

Wang Ling: "..."