The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Song Qingshu slammed into the door, and there was a feeling of being a guilty conscience. After all, I had come here several times in order to compete for the stone ghost face. I even sent my own men to forcefully snatch it… But now Song Qingshu has completely understood that the strength of this family is not something that can be countered. A pair of autumn trousers can put the power of the dynasty’s subordinates, A Zuo, on the spot, and can sacrifice the ancestors of such a magic weapon. How terrible is that strength?

The old man poured a glass of water on Song Qingshu and put it on the coffee table. He pushed down Song Qing before writing: “Is there anything to say?”

Father has always been a very easygoing person, especially when he laughs, his eyes will sew into a seam and look very kind. However, Song Qingshu did not dare to take it lightly in the Wangjia small villa. Although he did not notice the slightest spiritual power from the old man, there is a saying that is good… The eyes are all monsters!

Who knows if this big predecessor is testing himself?

And this glass of water…

Can you drink it yourself? Should you drink?

Or, is this the test that the predecessors gave themselves?

Song Qingshu stared at the glass of water and fell into infinite thoughts… This situation was the same as the expression of the broccoli that the broccoli had been entangled with at the dinner table.

Song Qingshu found that the feeling of coming to the Wangjia small villa was a bit bad. He always felt that someone was staring at himself behind his back. He didn’t understand a bit. It was just a villa that looked ordinary but didn’t even have any spiritual arrays to modify it. Why did it bring a sense of oppression from the soul?

After ten minutes of silence, Song Qingshu felt like a child caught in the morning by the class teacher, and finally confessed in front of the old man…

Because Song Qingshu said more, almost the whole story of the ins and outs to the father said it again. When the old man was old, he didn’t respond to it for a while, and he tried to sort out the clues before he replied slowly: “Oh, you got the mask at the beginning? But the mask took Xiaoleizi away. ……”

Small… little thunder?

Song Qingshu felt that his three views were subverted.

This year, dare to call that person who is a great predecessor… How many?

Suddenly, Song Qingshu felt more respectful to Wang Laozi! Even if he explored it carefully and carefully in the inside and outside, he still didn’t notice a little spiritual power… But this old man is already a big predecessor in his mind! Moreover, Song Qingshu did not doubt that this father, I am afraid that it is a living stone level figure!

“Because you didn’t buy a mask for your boss, now your boss wants to chase you… Does that mean?” The old man sighed and felt that the young man is too noisy, a mask only… how big thing. They must fight and kill.

However, this thing, the old man felt that there was no way to help Song Qingshu with his own ability. He thought about stretching his legs and scraping Erha’s small buttocks. He planned to let Erha call Wang Ling down.

Erha was disturbed by the rest and got a little angry.

Song Qingshu looked at the Akita dog, which was a little strange in color. He thought it was just a domestic pet. God knows that when the goods were kicked by the old man, he looked at Song Qingshu with indignation.

This look, Song Qingshu seems to have seen it.

This is definitely not an ordinary dog. I don’t know why, in the moment of confrontation with this dog, Song Qingshu’s eyes saw the demon king standing on the top of the cliff and leading the crowd. The demon king stood there, his eyes sharp and his swaying. You can destroy a world between your hands…

Song Qingshu married God.

Is it an illusion?

Father: “This dog is brought back from school by our family Wang Ling. The school came to the leadership and refused to raise it. But this little guy is very good at protecting the Lord. It is quite good.”

“It turned out to be like this…” The explanation of the old man made Song Qingshu relieved: “Dare to ask the seniors, Wang Ling?”

“Wang Ling is my grandson, my grandson is still in high school.”

Still reading… high school?

Song Qingshu felt that his three views were refreshed.

What kind of family is this?

Song Qingshu: “Which high school?”

Father: “The sixtieth.”

Song Qingshu: “…”

Under normal circumstances, the father mentioned his grandson. The sense of pride and pride of the older generation to the grandchildren is not clear. However, he is not good to say too much with Song Qingshu. The things between the comprehensions, the old man has always been unwilling to participate, can sit here to listen to Song Qingshu for a long time, it is purely the spirit of the father to play the humanitarian spirit of the next residence committee.

If it is a couple of arguments, the old man thinks that he may be able to mediate Bai Wanqing, but the only thing involved in comprehension is that Wang Jia can 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 against the old man.

He is now being hunted by the film of the sacred castle, even if he fled abroad, he may not be able to keep it, so he had to come to the king for help.

It makes sense that Wang Ling didn’t want to take care of it at all, but when Wang Ling planned to be indifferent, the damn eyelids began to sneak up again.

The eyelid warning has not appeared for a long time… If you don’t care about it, the outcome of the incident will be even worse.

After pondering, Wang Ling slowly walked down the stairs. He was wearing a white rabbit’s pajamas, and the soft clothes and the unsmiling face were in sharp contrast.

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

Song Qingshu is a bit nervous, and some can’t understand… I don’t know what the grandmother pushed to the grandson who is still in high school.

However, when he saw Wang Ling wearing a pair of extremely strong pajamas step by step to come to himself, Song Qingshu was completely shocked!

Because, even if this person is turned into gray… he will never forget it!

He can be sure that this is the time when he and the Ten Saints went to grab the stone ghost face, the white boy who appeared in the True Monarch villa in Thunder, let the two holy sacs die in the opposite direction!

This boy not only reversed the Great St. and the Second St., but also rebelled against the Three St…. The key is that he also has a close relationship with Thunder True Monarch.

In any case, this boy is the chief culprit who has fallen to the point where he is today…

However, what Song Qingshu did not expect was that he finally took a big circle and found the aid object to be him!

Song Qingshu feels good…

But now, he has nowhere to go. No one can help him except this teenager.

On the side, Erha looked at Song Qingshu and silently dropped his head. Then he went to Song Qingshu and comforted the dog’s paws and patted Song Qingshu’s legs…

This kind of good spirit, but also try to maintain the feeling of smiling, it is the best experience!