The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The return route is calculated by the school, and the one-stop bus service is used, and the route passes through the door of each student.

Wang Ling's house lived the farthest, and was the last to arrive home.

The school specifically paid the bus driver overtime to ensure that every student gets home safely. Even though the journey is long, the old driver did not complain when he received the money.

Just when Wang Ling was delivered to the door, the driver looked at the Wang family's small villa that looked like a barren nightclub by the road, and couldn't help sighing for Wang Ling...

- This child is really pitiful!

These days, the housing prices in the urban area are not expensive, but even the school district housing in the urban area can't be bought, so I live in such a desolate suburb. It takes a lot of work to get out of school every day, right?

The driver estimated in his heart that even if he took the fastest hearse, it would take two hours to reach No. 60 High School. The round trip is then four hours. This child is so strenuous in school, he must not get enough sleep! No wonder he has a paralyzed face!

Wang Ling is indeed a little tired... The main reason is that he is tired from riding in the car, otherwise he would have arrived home long ago!

With a tired sigh, Wang Ling stretched and prepared to get off the bus. When he reached the trapezoidal steps at the front door, the uncle of the driver stopped Wang Ling: "...Classmate!"

Wang Ling turned his head and looked confused: "???"

I saw the driver's uncle touched his trousers pocket, took out his wallet, and then took out five hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into Wang Ling's hands: "Student, I also work part-time. But depending on your living conditions, it's really not good. It's easy. Uncle doesn't have much money, it's a little thought, you must accept it!"

"..."

Wang Ling stood on the side of the road, watching the old driver drive the bus all the way along the road, with five hundred dollars in his hands, his face full of confusion in the wind.

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When Wang Ling returned home, it was dark in the entrance, only the living room was still lit with some dim light, and the sound of the TV was faintly heard. As soon as Wang Ling heard it, he knew that it was Wang Ma's favorite TV series "True Ring"... This is the sequel to the famous TV series "Han Zhu Ge Ge". It tells the inspirational story of a girl named Zhenhuan who collected five rings, used her hard work, sweat, wit and bravery to stand out among the intriguing athletes, and finally entered the World Cultivation Olympic Games.

Wang Ma had already seen the plot shown on TV, and now the late-night episodes are replayed. Wang Ma stayed in the living room to wait for her baby son to come back.

However, in the end, he couldn't stand the drowsiness.

In the final analysis, Wang Ma is just an ordinary person. Although she has some training in the body, in the final analysis, she is just a muscular middle-aged woman. It's not like a cultivator.

Wang Ma leaned against the sofa, the corners of her mouth were slightly tilted, she probably had a good dream. She was covered with a small blanket, which was probably covered by Dad Wang after seeing it.

Wang Ling glanced at the time, it was almost two in the morning...

Wang Ling raised his hand, and a spiritual light emerged, teleporting Wang Ma directly to the bed in the bedroom.

Immediately afterward, Wang Ling gently came to the second floor, and was away from his small bedroom for four days, which made Wang Ling feel a feeling of nostalgia. Wang's father and mother's master bedroom was on the third floor. Wang Ling had sent Wang's mother up before. In addition to Wang Ling's own bedroom, there was also Wang's father's study on the second floor.

At this time, the lights in the study are still on, and Dad Wang is cultivating immortals in the study...

Wang Ling knew in an instant that Dad Wang was probably stubborn again!

For a professional web novel writer, inspiration is the life of a web writer. Dad Wang's education level is not high, but the writing style of online novels is not like traditional literature. If you read more novels and accumulate practical experience, you can always improve in the end. Dad Wang has been in this industry for more than ten years, and his writing is definitely passable. At the current level of Dad Wang, it is no longer the stage when a newcomer hits the road, with a daily code of tens of thousands of words. How to conceive a plot and write a more interesting plot is what Dad Wang thinks about every day.

Wang Ling had never felt Calvin's feeling, but he could probably imagine that this feeling must be like the feeling of a peeing cow ball hidden in a nesting doll getting stuck in the rectum.

Writers look for inspiration in different ways, among which smoking and drinking are the most common ways to find inspiration. The inspiration that Dad Wang is looking for is very special. Whenever Carvin is in, Dad Wang will open a live broadcast platform, trying to communicate with the female anchors on the online platform through spiritual communication, so as to draw inspiration for writing.

Dad Wang's full name is Wang Jiao. In order to get closer to these female anchors, in addition to spending part of the manuscript fee to buy gifts and rewards, he even gave himself a very coquettish ID called Wang Jiaomei.

Of course, Wang Ma didn't know about these things. Because if he knew this, Dad Wang would most likely not see the dawn of the sun... In order to prevent Wang Ling from speaking out, Dad Wang even unilaterally added Wang Ling's pocket money, which was a thoughtful arrangement.

Maybe it's because of the four days of running around, too many things happened, and it's rare to have such a late night time for myself to relax. For some reason that night, Wang Ling's interest also came, and he was lying on the bed a little restless, wanting to see what Dad Wang was talking about.

Wang Ling felt that he must have been infected by Guo Hao, he would never gossip like this before.

Wang Ling sat up straight and looked in the direction of the study. His pupils were blooming like a kaleidoscope, and soon the wall in front of him became transparent, and his gaze also looked straight through, focusing on Dad Wang's computer screen.

Wang Ling glanced at the title of the live broadcast room where Dad Wang entered. It said [Your Moon, My Heart], and the small print next to the title read the female anchor's ID: Xiaoxuan.

Wang Ling was surprised to find that he had heard this name before. This is the most popular Internet celebrity female anchor recently. With a pure and beautiful face, a sweet voice, and a witty and intelligent answer, because she was very lonely and unbearable in the middle of the night. People answer all kinds of emotional questions, and it is widely loved by the audience.

Wang Ling glanced at the female anchor's fan ranking, and Dad Wang's fan value actually ranked in the top ten! Or the guardian of this female anchor! 200,000 fans a month... At least 20,000 will be given to the female anchor this month!

Now if Wang Ling took a screenshot and sent this ranking list to Wang Ma... Wang Ling felt that there was a good chance that Father Wang would not even have ashes left.

However, for the sake of family harmony, Wang Ling did not do this in the end.

Obviously, Dad Wang is very famous in the live broadcast room. As soon as he goes online, the system in the chat room will automatically use gold characters to make Wang Dad's ID bold and overbearing and type it on the channel bulletin board - [Anchor Xiaoxuan's guardian: Wang Jiaomei is online! 】

Now the live broadcast room is empty, and the female anchor seems to have gone to the toilet...

The guardian of the live broadcast room has the privilege to have a direct conversation with the female anchor.

Dad Wang looked at the female anchor's empty boudoir, raised his eyebrows, put on a headset, and cleared his throat...

Then... Wang Ling heard an extremely coquettish voice that he had never heard before, coming from the air.

"Is Xiaoxuan here? Is Xiaoxuan here? Yes, yes... I'm Jiao Mei!"

Wang Ling: "..."