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 completely figured it out.
The strength of this family is no longer something that I can contend with. A piece of long johns can knock Bao Niang's right-hand subordinate A Zuo flying on the spot. How terrifying is the strength of a senior who can sacrifice 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 and he looks very kind. However, Song Qingshu did not dare to take it lightly in the Wang family villa, although he did not notice it from the old man.
There is no trace of spiritual power, but there is a saying that goes well...if you squint your eyes, you are a monster!
Who knows if this senior is testing himself?
And this glass of water...
Can I drink it? Should I drink it?
Or is this a test given to me by my seniors?
Song Qingshu stared at the glass of water, lost in endless thoughts... This scene was exactly the same as the expression on the face of Lord Throwing Lei 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 was a little confused. It was clearly just an ordinary-looking villa without any spiritual formations to decorate it. Why would he give it to him?
People bring a sense of depression 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, so he didn't respond for a while. He tried hard to sort out the clues, and then replied slowly: "Oh, one
You 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 inside and out, he still didn't detect any spiritual power... But this old man was already in his mind.
He is considered a senior! And Song Qingshu has no doubt that this old man is probably a living fossil level figure!
"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 today are too noisy. It's just a mask... How big is that?
Everything needs to be fought and killed.
However, in this matter, the old man felt that he could not help Song Qingshu with his own abilities. 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 she 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 is definitely not an ordinary dog. For some reason, the moment he looked at this dog, Song Qingshu saw in his eyes the demon king who was standing on the top of the cliff, leading all the demons. The demon king was standing there.
, his eyes are sharp and he scolds Fang Qiu. He can destroy an entire world with just a flip of his 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 relieved: "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 outlook on life had been refreshed again.
What kind of family is this?
Song Qingshu: "Which high school is it?"
The old man: "No. 60 High School."
Song Qingshu: "..."
Under normal circumstances, the old man gets excited when he mentions his grandson. The pride and pride that the older generation has for their grandsons is inexplicable. But he can't say too much to Song Qingshu. Cultivator
The old man has never been willing to get involved in the affairs between them. Being able to sit here and listen to Song Qingshu's chatter for a long time is simply because the old man has 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, and even if he escapes abroad, he may not be able to defend himself properly, so he has no choice but to come to the Wang family for help.
To be honest, Wang Ling originally didn't want to get involved with this matter at all, but just when Wang Ling was about to deal with it indifferently, his damn eyelids started to twitch crazily again.
Eyelid warnings have not appeared for a long time... If you ignore this matter, the outcome of the incident will be even worse.
After thinking deeply, Wang Ling slowly walked downstairs. He was still 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 dramas, leaving Song Qingshu alone.
Song Qingshu was a little nervous and couldn't understand... He didn't know what this 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 assistance turned out to be him!
Song Qingshu felt so angry...
But now, he has been cornered. No one can help him except this young man.
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!