The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 106: Feeling aggrieved like a child over two thousand years old

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The people who had attended parent-teacher conferences for Wang Ling before were Mr. Wang, Lie Mengmeng, and various fans and readers of Wang Ling who spontaneously attended parent-teacher conferences for Wang Ling on the pretext of updating novels... But since junior high school, Dad Wang has never Instead of taking care of the parent-teacher conference, let Wang Ling take full responsibility.

After Wang Ling received the news about the parents' meeting, he had been thinking about who he should look for to take over.

It turned out to be such a coincidence that Lord Thunder-Throwing Lord himself came to the door.

Staring at this parent-teacher meeting notice, the man in white also fell into deep thought.

As the leader of the Cultivation Forum and the leader of the old Cultivation Forum chat group, Lord Throwing Thunder has been invited to participate in many conferences over the years. Most of them are banquet level.

Take this year as an example. Before May, Lord Throwing Thunder had participated in the Charity Fireworks Festival organized by the Xiao Family Courtyard, and contributed his share to the children in impoverished mountainous areas who could not afford fairy swords; he had participated in his own At the birthday party of my cousin Diurei's old mother, I was forced to perform a stunt of catching a sword with my bare hands at the banquet. I also participated in a Tai Chi wrestling club, in which Zhenjun Diurei was the representative of the Tai Chi side and a member of the Tai Chi sect. Correct name…

Lord Throwing Thunder originally thought that he was the type of person who had experienced hundreds of battles and was fearless, and had never seen any big scenes.

However, after seeing the parent-teacher meeting notice that Wang Ling thrust into him, his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Lord Throwing Thunder felt very depressed!

I am still just a child! Golden bachelor! Why go to the parent-teacher conference?

Wang Ling patted classmate Lei Mouren on the shoulder, looked at the aggrieved child in front of him who looked like he was over 2,000 years old, and smiled with a smile that said he had a long way to go...

When leaving the Wang family, Lord Throwing Lei stood at the door of the Wang family's villa, his eyes serious, the evening breeze blowing his hair. A piece of white clothes rustled in the wind. He was about to bid farewell to the holy place in his heart. At this moment, Lord Throwing Thunder suddenly felt the same sadness that he felt when he was a child and watched the national flag slowly lowering from the school playground when school was over.

"Xiao Lei comes to play often when he has time." Wang Ma stood at the door and waved, and a shout interrupted the man's thoughts.

"Thank you for the hospitality, senior!" Zhenjun Grenade-Throwing Lord bowed deeply to Wang Ma.

"I'm so sorry. His grandfather has already rested, and his father is still typing. He could have taken you a little longer to the station."

"Junior dare not disturb Senior Wang's rest. Since Senior Wang is busy... forget it. In fact, junior is also a very casual person... "

"Inside is Ling Ling's mask, and the broccoli from before. Ling Ling's mask has been put in a mold, and I've also wrapped the broccoli in plastic wrap for you." Wang Ma smiled, holding a bag in her hand Holding a bag.

Lord Throwing Thunder took the bag with both hands: "Thank you, senior, for taking the trouble."

"Xiao Lei, then walk slowly. Be careful on the road."

"Well, I won't disturb senior anymore. Your brother and I are brothers and sisters. I have been looking for this mask for a long time. This time, my brother generously gave it to me. I will definitely visit you again to say thank you someday!" After saying that, the Thunder-Throwing Lord Zhenjun spoke again. Bow to the Queen Mother. He watched the door of the Wang family's small villa close, and then, holding the bag in his hand, he disappeared little by little into the night on the deserted road.

Wang Ling stood in the bedroom, looking out the window as he watched classmate Lei Mouren arrive.

He was very familiar with the smell near the Wang family's villa since he was born.

Any strange smell can be sensed immediately.

Ever since the few days when I bought Stone Ghost Noodles online, the Wang Family Villa has been under the secret surveillance of Shanshui Manor. This group of people thought they were very secretive, but they did not escape Wang Ling's perception at all.

Wang Ling had a purpose in asking Wang Ma to send Stone Ghost Noodles out in front of the villa door. He felt like he was carrying a ticking time bomb.

Therefore, in a short period of time, those eyes and auras monitoring the Wang family's small villa quickly reacted and immediately transferred the surveillance objects...

The small road in front of the Wang Family Villa is called Donghuang Road. There are very few vehicles and few people passing by on this road. Except for the buses that regularly go to the bus station closest to the Wang Family Villa, they are used to transport resources from neighboring cities. big truck.

But it was obvious that Lord Throwing Thunder, who was walking alone on the East Wasteland Road, felt a malicious aura following him not long after he left the Wang family's villa.

This feeling is all too familiar...

For Mr. Thunder-Throwing Lord, who has experienced so many attempts to commit suicide, he has extremely strong experience in both tracking and anti-tracking abilities.

"The reaction of those people was just as Brother Ling expected!" True Lord Throwing Thunder couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When he was at the Wang family's villa before, Lord Throwing Thunder had heard Wang Ling talk about the group of people at Shanshui Manor.

In the past few days, Shanshui Manor visited the Wang family several times and spent huge sums of money to acquire Stone Ghost Face...

Of course Lord Throwing Thunder was not a fool, and he naturally guessed the intention behind Shanshui Manor. Most of the people who are interested in this mask are people with evil intentions, eager to obtain the power that is said to exist in the mask.

Therefore, Thunder-Throwing Lord Zhenjun thought that evil things like the Stone Ghost Face should never escape easily.

After Wang Ling captured the Stone Ghost Noodles, the Thunder-Throwing Lord's next plan was to find someone to investigate the maker of the Stone Ghost Noodles. In this world, there are only a limited number of craftsmen who can move the Taichu Xuanjing and refine the tools. That's the hardest metal in the universe! Therefore, as long as we can find the craftsman, we can get clues about another stone ghost face...

But before that…

I have to get rid of the few mice behind me.

Walking on the East Wasteland Road, the white figure strolling in the night gradually stopped.

At the same time, the man in white clearly felt the three auras following him, and he was also stunned at the same time.

Hidden in the night behind them, those three auras obviously used concealing talismans. Looking back, there was no trace of people, only a faint mist.

Among the three people in the mist, one of them looked a bit mature, and he was the supervisor sent by Shanshui Manor. The two subordinates, one tall and one short, standing next to them are the two men in suits who came to the Wang family's villa for negotiations yesterday.

The three people's eyes were fixed on the man in white in front of them, but they saw that the other man's steps suddenly stopped, and then he turned his head slightly... The eyes were as calm as water, like a sharp blade, coming straight through the mist, frozen in the darkness. on three people.

At this moment, the three of them held their breath and did not dare to move at all...

"This... how is it possible!" The head supervisor was sweating profusely.

The hidden talismans on their bodies were made by the castle owner himself, and it would be impossible to detect them without becoming gods!

This man in white... who is he?

(End of chapter)