Song Qingshu tiptoed through the door, feeling guilty as a thief. After all, he had come here several times before to fight for the stone ghost face, and even sent his own men to snatch it away... But now Song Qingshu has fully understood that the strength of this family is no longer something he can compete with. A piece of long johns can knock Bao Niang's right-hand subordinate Zuo flying away on the spot. How terrifying is the strength of a senior who can refine such a magic weapon
The old man poured a glass of water for Song Qingshu, put it on the coffee table, and pushed Song Qingshu down: "Do you have anything to say?"
The old man has always been a very easy-going person, especially when he smiles, his eyes will narrow into slits, making him look very kind. However, Song Qingshu did not dare to take it lightly in the Wang family's villa. Although he did not detect any spiritual power from the old man, there is a saying that goes well... anyone who squints is a monster!
Who knows if this senior is testing himself
And this glass of water…
Can I drink it myself? Should you drink it
Or is this a test given to me by my seniors
Song Qingshu stared at the glass of water and fell into endless thoughts... This scene was exactly the same as the expression on the face of Lord Thousand Thunder when he was at the dinner table wondering whether he should eat the broccoli that Mr. Wang brought.
Song Qingshu found that the feeling of coming to the Wang family's small villa was a bit bad. He always felt like someone was staring at him from behind. He didn't understand why a seemingly ordinary villa without any spiritual formations to decorate it could give people a sense of depression coming from the soul.
After ten minutes of silence, Song Qingshu felt like a child who was caught by his class teacher copying his homework in the morning, and finally confessed truthfully in front of the old man...
Because Song Qingshu talked a lot, he almost told the old man the whole story. The old man was old, and he didn't respond for a while. He tried hard to sort out his thoughts, and then replied slowly: "Oh, you were the one who wanted to buy that mask in the first place? But Xiao Leizi took that mask away. …”
Xiao... Xiaoleizi
Song Qingshu felt that his three views had been subverted.
These days, how many people dare to call the senior who is seeking death like this
Suddenly, Song Qingshu felt even more respect for Mr. Wang! Even though he carefully explored the old man's body inside and out, he still didn't notice any spiritual power... But this old man was already the senior in his mind! And Song Qingshu has no doubt that this old man is probably a living fossil!
"Because you didn't buy the mask for your boss, now your boss is going to hunt you down... Is that what you mean?" The old man sighed, feeling that young people nowadays are too noisy. It's just a mask... What a big deal. . They all have to be beaten and killed.
But in this matter, the old man felt that he couldn't help Song Qingshu with his own ability. After thinking about it, he stretched out his leg and gently scraped Loopy Toad's butt, intending to let Loopy Toad call Wang Ling down.
Loopy Toad was disturbed from her rest and felt a little angry when she got up.
Song Qingshu glanced at this Akita dog with a strange coat. He thought it was just a domestic spiritual pet. God knows, when the old man kicked him up, this guy actually looked at Song Qingshu angrily.
Song Qingshu seemed to have seen this look somewhere before.
This was definitely not an ordinary dog. For some reason, the moment he looked at this dog, Song Qingshu saw in his eyes the demon king standing on the top of the cliff, leading all the demons. The demon king stood there with sharp eyes and scolded Fang Qiu. A world can be destroyed with a flip of a hand...
Song Qingshu was stunned.
Is it an illusion
The old man said: "This dog was brought back from school by our family Wang Ling. The school leaders came and refused to keep it. But this little guy is very protective of his owner and is quite easy to raise."
"So that's it..." The old man's explanation made Song Qingshu sigh in relief: "I dare to ask, senior, who is Wang Ling?"
"Wang Ling is my grandson. My grandson is still in high school."
Still in... high school
Song Qingshu felt that his three views had been refreshed again.
What kind of family is this
Song Qingshu: "Which high school is it?"
Old man: "No. 60."
Song Qingshu: "..."
Under normal circumstances, the old man gets excited when he mentions his grandson. The pride and pride that the older generation has towards their grandchildren is indescribable. But he couldn't talk too much to Song Qingshu. The old man has never been willing to get involved in matters between cultivators. Being able to sit here and listen to Song Qingshu's chatter for a long time is simply because the old man brought into play the humanitarian spirit of the old man in the neighborhood committee.
If it was a quarrel between the young couple, the old man thought that he might be able to mediate with Dangdang Bai Wanqing, but if cultivation was involved, the whole Wang family would have to 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 complaining to the old man.
He is currently being hunted by Muxian Castle. Even if he escapes abroad, he may not be able to defend himself well, so he has no choice but to come to the Wang family for help.
To be honest, Wang Ling originally didn't want to deal with this matter at all, but just when Wang Ling was planning to deal with it indifferently, his damn eyelids started to twitch crazily again.
Eyelid warnings have not appeared for a long time... If you don't care about this matter, the outcome of the incident will be even worse.
After thinking deeply, Wang Ling slowly walked downstairs. He was also wearing White Rabbit's pajamas. The soft and cute clothes formed a sharp contrast with his stern and paralyzed face.
When Wang Ling went downstairs, the old man had already gone back to watch the drama, leaving Song Qingshu alone.
Song Qingshu was a little nervous and didn't understand... He didn't know what the senior meant by pushing the matter to his grandson who was still in high school.
But when he saw Wang Ling walking towards him step by step wearing a pair of extremely contrasting pajamas, Song Qingshu was completely shocked!
Because, even if the person in front of him turns into ashes... he will never forget it!
He was certain that this was the boy in white who appeared in the villa of Lord Throwing Thunder when he and the Ten Saints went to snatch the Stone Ghost Face not long ago, causing the Great Sage and the Two Saints to bite him to death one after another!
This young man not only rebelled against the Great Sage and the Second Sage, but also instigated the rebellion against the Three Sages... The key is, he also had a very close relationship with the Thunder-Throwing Lord.
No matter what, this young man is the culprit who has led to this situation...
However, what Song Qingshu didn't expect was that after going around in a big circle, the person he found for help turned out to be him!
Song Qingshu felt so angry...
But now, he has reached the end of his rope. No one can help him except this boy.
On the side, Loopy Toad glanced at Song Qingshu, lowered his head silently, then walked to Song Qingshu's side, stretched out his dog's paw and patted Song Qingshu's leg comfortingly...
This feeling of being so angry and trying to keep smiling is the best thing to understand!
(End of chapter)