The Daily Life of the Immortal King

A strong person in the Deity Transformation period directly enters the state of shock under two counterattacks, and how powerful the power is unimaginable.

In the evening, Director Li received a call from the leader. A patient with a green rescue channel continued to handle it.

On the way, Director Li’s assistant is reporting to him.

“How is the condition of the patient now?”

“After the initial diagnosis, it is a shock caused by a concussion…”

Director Li stunned: “…” How can Tamar be concussed… Is the brain of the self-cultivator so fragile? !

“What causes it?”

“According to the monitoring of the starfish section, the repair police station showed that the patient fell from the sky and just fell on the green belt. The reason is still under investigation…” The assistant replied: “But the preliminary conclusion is that the patient The trauma should have nothing to do with the fall of the sky, her concussion has already formed before the fall. The comprehension police station sent a police officer with rich criminal investigation experience. According to the judgment of the police officer Wang, he believed that the real cause of the injury should be It’s about an explosion in a high-rise apartment just a kilometer away.”

Director Li nodded. “Well, I know. I am on the way to the past. You will follow up on the incident. If you understand the cause of the injury, you must tell me the first time… I ordered the death, saying that it is necessary to keep the life of this person.”

Assistant: “The director assured that the police officer’s experience is very rich. He is investigating the case with all his strength. Analyze the cause of the case! Just now, he finished watching the whole season of “Detective Conan”!”

“…”

I don’t know why, Director Li is a little bit crying.

Sure enough, the doctor can’t save the comprehension!

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This evening, about ten o’clock in the evening, there was a man outside the door of the Wang family who should not be here.

Song Qingshu’s left hand was sandwiched with a five-hole briefcase, and his right hand was clutching his long trousers and stood at the door of the villa.

According to Song Qingshu’s original plan, he should have taken the supersonic plane to Mi Xiuguo. However, at the last moment, Song Qingshu found himself stunned.

He fled the membrane of Xianbao, trying to get out of the organization, but also seriously injured the powerful mother of the fortress, Azhao, the castle will certainly shake all the forces to pursue him to kill him. Song Qingshu feels that he has no retreat. Even if you have escaped abroad, it is still very unsafe!

How do you do it yourself?

Song Qingshu pondered for a long time in the small garden downstairs in the apartment community, quietly recalling his life. I feel that I have grown up from a young age to a big one, but it seems to be quite unsatisfactory…

Once, he played the qualifying pits, and he met a teenager who broke the watch. The man claimed to be Ye Xiu. He used a hero to hammer the opposite five people and completely killed the opposite side. More than 30 times, the last fight directly surrendered directly…

Once again, he grabbed the lollipop of the children at home and was beaten. The child not only threatened to be a disciple of Shaolin, but also learned qigong under the master of Qigong Wang Lin. He also learned the s-shaped Libo snakeskin under the talk show actor Bobo…

Once again, he peeked at a young lady’s bath, and was almost caught and beaten by a boyfriend. The person claimed to be a close-knit master of school flowers, and there were countless girlfriends under his hand, and his girlfriend still had him. Ma can get along with each other!

Song Qingshu is thinking about life. The police car of the police station and the rescue car of the fire station are accompanied by a dazzling red warning light. They are swept through the city gate. At that moment, Song Qingshu’s brain seems to have been dropped into it. The droplets opened the dew, and I figured it out in a flash!

Nowadays, he has nowhere to go. If he insists on saying something, then Wang Jiaxiao Villa is his only way to go.

However, what reason do you want to find the predecessors in this villa?

Song Qingshu looked at his hand and saved his two-legged autumn trousers. He bit his teeth tightly…

So now, he stood at the door of the Wang family villa.

At ten o’clock, the Wang family villa was still no one to sleep. Wang Ma brushed the mask on the upstairs. Wang Da still worked hard for his readers in the study. The old man was watching a new large-scale ethical bitter drama “Old Driver Bring Me” downstairs. This TV series tells the story. In order to realize his dream of becoming a champion driver, he retired with his two daughters in Qiu Mingshan and finally cultivated them as the champion old drivers.

The old man is seeing God. The doorbell of the villa suddenly rang. The old man is old, slightly has some ears, and the god who returned after the doorbell rang for a while. At the same time, Wang Ling on the second floor also looked into the eyes…

“Who?” The old man carried his hand and walked slowly as he walked. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man standing in the doorway. Looking at the appearance, the man is already in his thirties. His face looks a little embarrassed, his beard is pulling slag, and he is a little unscrupulous.

The old man blinked: “Are you?”

Song Qingshu sneaked down with the spiritual knowledge and found that the old man standing in front of himself seems to be just an ordinary old man. There is no spiritual power in his body, but even so, Song Qingshu still dares not to have the slightest scorn.

In case… people deliberately hide their power?

“Predecessor…” He looked at the old man with some timidity. After a while, he finally took a deep breath, like the old man who looked at his courage and looked up at the autumn pants in his hands: “I… I am coming to the autumn pants!”

Father Wang squatted and found that this autumn trousers was really his own. Because this autumn trousers was originally bought by the old man from the textile market, when the whole game was sold, the old man bought dozens of pieces at once. This familiar texture master knows everything.

“It’s my family’s autumn trousers.” The old man nodded and looked at Song Qingshu and asked: “Do you have a problem?”

Even though it has been more than an hour since the assassination of Azulai, Song Qingshu’s hand is still shaking. He is speechless and does not know what to say.

In the end, the old man is still the old rivers and lakes. When young people will be mixed up, no one has ever seen them. It has been a chef for decades, and I have seen all kinds of diners. The diners are frowning, and the father is like a locust, knowing what the other person is thinking.

The old man can see that the real purpose of Song Qingshu is not to simply return the autumn pants. I am afraid that I will not ask for anything. And now it’s so late, it’s obviously not quite normal to choose this time.

Sighed, the old man patted the shoulder of Song Qingshu: “Young people, come on advanced… If you have difficulty, you have to say it, you don’t say it, I know?”