The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Jiang Liuying spent about half a minute digesting the information provided by Wang Ming.

Then, he pinched Wang Ming's chin and observed it carefully. It was not until it was confirmed again that the man had no disguise or disguise, and was the original Wang Ming himself, that he breathed a sigh of relief.

As Wang Ling's cousin, Wang Ming is actually somewhat similar to Wang Ling. As long as he gave up the appearance of an old cultivator, Wang Ling felt that this guy was a little fresh for the time being. But the difference between the two is that Wang Ling was never a narcissistic person, while Wang Ming would look in the mirror all day and become obsessed with himself. The objects that reflected the portrait were all replaced.

Wang Ming is a second-hand person, and this kind of second-hand is reflected in all aspects, among which the attribute of "narcissism" is particularly obvious.

"You know, it's the first time a girl pinches my chin when I grow up so big..."

Being stared at by a beautiful girl's chin for a long time, Wang Ming was a little confused: "But eldest sister, now is not the time to flirt. I will give you three minutes to let me out, or the whole earth will be finished. Don't do it then. If it is your revenge plan, you may not even find your own ashes."

"...Who is Tamar flirting with you!" Jiang Liuying couldn't help but swear, her body trembled with anger.

For a long time, she didn't speak, and she seriously suspected that she had really tied the wrong person. Not tied to the strongest brain, tied to the strongest mentally handicapped back...

"..."

After thinking for a while, Jiang Liuying suddenly had some associations.

With Wang Ming's current status, coupled with the pressure of work... Maybe, maybe... There is really something wrong with his brain!

People engaged in scientific research tend to have strong divergent thinking, and the most likely thing for such people is persecutory paranoia! After pondering for a while, Jiang Liuying squatted down and said to Wang Ming: "I'm sorry, but my tone was not very good just now. There is something I should confirm with you..."

As a qualified kidnapper, Jiang Liuying felt that it was necessary to pay attention to the mental health of the hostages. Otherwise, it would be bad if the hostages went crazy before they came in handy. Moreover, this is still a hostage with persecutory paranoia, and is very likely to have suicidal tendencies.

"What's the matter?" Wang Ming's body hid, completely shrunk in the small corner of the locker room.

"Do you have persecution delusions? In other words, there is a problem with your brain."

"...you have a problem with your brain!"

"You don't need to pretend, I already know." Jiang Liu held his chin and looked at Wang Ming calmly: "I have learned some basics of psychology before. Like your level of persecution paranoia, you fantasize about the earth all day long. It will be destroyed... This is obviously a terminal illness. You should pay attention to it! Does the Academy of Cultivation take care of it? You need care!"

"...The destruction of the earth is real! If you don't let me out!"

"Look, you are sick again..." Jiang Liuying touched Wang Ming's head: "Don't worry, our killers are very dedicated. In order to ensure the value of the hostages, before using the hostages, absolutely No harm to the hostages is allowed. Physical or psychological!"

While speaking, Jiang Liuying held Wang Ming's hand tightly: "Trust me, I will cure you!"

"..." Wang Ming had no idea what to say.

"Well, in order to show sincerity... I'll give you a loving hug first!"

As soon as the girl's voice fell, Wang Ming felt that a pair of hands had wrapped around his back, and he forcibly surrounded him. Immediately afterwards, I felt that there was a huge shadow in front of me, pressing down like the top of Mount Tai, and tightly covering my face...

Wang Ming: "..." Damn! This is so big! Can't breathe at all!

The girl hugged Wang Ming for two minutes before letting go, and then she was stunned to find that Wang Ming had passed out, and there were two bright red blood gushing out of his nose...

At this moment, Jiang Liuying really felt the seriousness of the problem. Immediately she made a call with her watch.

"Sister, I have caught people..."

"However, this person... seems to have a problem with his brain!"

"After my preliminary judgment, the other party has very serious persecution paranoia. I just gave him emergency treatment, but I didn't expect this person to have a nosebleed..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and sweet: "...How did you cure it?"

"Of course, give him a loving hug. This kind of serious mental illness needs humane care!"

"..."

The woman on the other end of the phone obviously gasped, "I see..."

"Sister, what do you understand?"

"It's not that he has a problem with his brain... it's your brain that has a problem..."

"..."

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Wang Ling stood at the door of the school building of No. 59 Middle School, staring into the distance with some deep eyes, his double eyelids twitching at a constant speed, and it had been more than 5 minutes.

The disaster level has been directly raised from two stars to three stars... Judging from the current situation, this disaster warning still does not mean to stop.

Wang Ling could probably guess what the warning meant.

The validity period of the old seal talisman is about to expire, and the seal will be completely lifted in one hour at most. However, until now, there is still no trace of Wang Ming.

Wang Ling closed his eyes and let go of his spiritual sense to try to capture Wang Ming's breath, but found that he couldn't capture it at all.

Before it became clear, he felt Wang Ming's breath. And know that Wang Ming has stepped into the gate of No. 59 Middle School.

It was estimated that Wang Ming was coming soon, so Wang Ling was waiting at the gate of the school building. But the strange thing is, when Wang Ling caught the breath again, he suddenly found that Wang Ming's breath suddenly disappeared! It's like the world has evaporated!

Of course, if his power is completely unblocked, no matter where Wang Ming's aura is, he can immediately capture it. But by then, it's too late...

This nasty guy... there's no real accident, right?

Wang Ling stared at the void, frowning irritably.

Obviously, Wang Ming suffered an accident.

And it is very likely that some magic weapon has blocked the breath.

Although he didn't know where Wang Ming was, what Wang Ling was sure about was that Wang Ming was definitely still at No. 59 Middle School, and he didn't step out of this range.

Since he can't use his spiritual sense to capture the breath... So now, Wang Ling can think of only one way...

Wang Ling walked into the shade of a small tree where no one was around. A pair of cat ears first appeared on his head, and then his entire body shrank, turning into a black and white Persian cat.

At this critical moment, Wang Ling immediately thought of the group of little wild cats in the cherry blossom forest of No. 59 Middle School.

Now, wanting to find Wang Ming quietly in a short period of time, Wang Ling felt that he could only mobilize the power of this special group of people.