The Daily Life of the Immortal King

It was already evening when Wang Ling opened his eyes again, and several spotlights hit his head. He reappeared at the school gate of No. 60 Middle School. The location where the spatial rift appeared before has been sealed off by the police with seals and barriers. Several policemen who were inspecting the barrier were startled when they saw this scene... This is the result that no one expected. The student who was swallowed by the space rift was sent back intact !

Not to mention the police, even Wang Ling himself was a little confused.

Wang Ling didn't expect that the location where he was spit out was the same as the location where he was swallowed, which led to a circle of policemen around him staring at him like "rare animals".

"What's the situation? Didn't it mean that this student has been swallowed?" The policemen scratched their heads, and they worked overtime for nothing tonight...

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After being spit out of the space, the police transcripts and various inquiries are inevitable. The whole matter is actually not too troublesome, because President Bai is dead, and he sacrificed his soul. Besides Wang Ling, there were no other witnesses to this matter, so Wang Ling could say whatever he wanted.

Only this time, Wang Ling didn't push everything to Zhuo Yi.

From the current stage, it is obvious that there is a more powerful behind-the-scenes master behind the white president, and this behind-the-scenes master is also the head of the foreign power Ye Kui. As far as the current stage is concerned, Wang Ling still doesn't really want his apprentice to take the blame for himself from abroad, otherwise it would be so small...

It was already midnight when Wang Ling returned home at night, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal personally drove him back to the small Wang family villa. Wang Ling stood at the door of the house, and the villa was completely silent...

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's car stopped in front of the villa for a while, and he thought that several seniors in the villa would come out to pick him up, but seeing no one came over for a long time, the expression on his face was also a bit embarrassed: "Brother Ling, look The seniors have already rested."

"..."

Wang Ling twitched the corner of his mouth.

Cooperating with Dio Lei, the fake father, is more caring than his real parents! ?

"Brother Ling, let's go to bed earlier, brother Zhuo and I will be responsible for handling the affairs of the police station." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said with a smile.

Grenade-Throwing Immortal Monarch would often come into contact with the police station because of perennial deaths, so he was quite familiar with handling various cases. President Bai's body was destroyed when the space was destroyed, and according to Wang Ling's deduction, his soul should also be absorbed by Yegui Lingzun in the form of a remnant soul...Of course, Wang Ling himself and Ming Jing It seemed like a child, but he didn't fully explain to the police.

Because I can't really explain it all...

He is still just a student now, and the most important thing before him is the upcoming final exam. If he confesses all of this to the police, the fact that he has great power will definitely be exposed.

What's more, after today's incident, I have already received a lot of attention...

Wang Ling sighed. His original purpose was just to be a little transparent, but things have developed to the present, and it is a bit difficult to keep a low profile... Wang Ling felt that when he just started school, he directly typed SSR in the entrance test, which caused a lot of rumors. , I finally calmed down recently, but the focus of attention was shifted to myself again...

When getting out of the car, Wang Ling handed the Promise Umbrella he got from President Bai to Dio Lei, and asked him to take it back to Xiaoyin and hand it over to Xiaoyin for disposal.

Promise Umbrella: "Big Brother Thunder Monkey! Big Brother will take care of you in the future! We will be a neat family from now on!"

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "..."

Dio Lei knew about the recycling of the Promise Umbrella. Because many things in the future had to be handled by Dio Lei, Wang Ling directly passed the memory fragments of himself and President Bai fighting in the space to Dio Lei, so Dio Lei knew the cause and effect of the whole thing the most.

And the moment he took over the small black umbrella, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help sighing again: Brother Ling is really amazing! To be able to directly grind away the magic weapon's contract!

This kind of method is too monstrous... In a sense, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal even felt that Wang Ling was like a game administrator - this is directly using the administrator's identity to unbind the props!

But holding this Wuji Umbrella in his hand, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked a bit worried, it was obvious from the tone of the Wuji Umbrella just now that it was not a serious umbrella. And the most important thing is that this Promise Umbrella is still unowned after being erased from the contract. If something unexpected happens on the way back, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal feels that it will be difficult to suppress it with his own strength.

As a special magic weapon, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help but think a little bit more. The reason why this Promise Umbrella is so safe now is because Wang Ling is here...God knows if Wang Ling wasn't there Will this umbrella still be honest?

While Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was thinking this, he saw Wang Ling grabbing his hand suddenly.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Brother Ling, isn't it a bit too fast, I'm not ready yet..."

Wang Ling: "..." What is this guy thinking...

At this time, Wang Ling stared at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, and said something through sound transmission, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal instantly showed an expression of enlightenment.

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Everything was as expected by Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. On the way back with the Promise Umbrella, the Promise Umbrella that was originally placed on the co-pilot's seat suddenly moved slightly, and then directly floated up, projecting a void from it. film.

This phantom is the human form of Wuji Umbrella Spirit, a purple-haired girl with long pointed ears and bandages all over her face, named Wuji.

"That boss just now is your friend?" asked the spirit of Wuji Umbrella.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?" A deep intuition told him that this Promise Umbrella is probably trying to do something wrong...

Sure enough, as long as Brother Ling is not around, this umbrella will really act like a demon!

Fortunately, everything was expected by Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.

Just now Wang Ling grabbed his hand, in fact, he stored a spell in his "soul-suppressing ring". Although the soul-suppressing ring is a resurrection magic weapon, it also has the function of space storage, and it can also be used to store spells.

"You seem to be just in the stage of transformation?" The girl said again deeply.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled: "What do you mean? Look down on Huashen?"

The young girl smiled sinisterly: "No, I was just thinking, what if..."

"You'd better make up my mind, and want to take me as a hostage to threaten Brother Ling."

"Did you see it?" The girl was startled.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal held the steering wheel with a calm expression on his face: "Do you know why Brother Ling touched my hand just now?"

The girl shook her head: "???"

"He kept ten purification fires in my ring, and told me that if you are dishonest, he will burn you directly." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled and stared at her: "If you don't believe me, let's try? "

Girl: "You've made it this far..."

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Do you still want to do it now?"

The girl smiled slightly, and immediately patted Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal on the shoulder: "Hahaha!! I was just joking! Aren't we a neat family?"

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed: "..."

Women, you can turn your face faster than a book...