The Daily Life of the Immortal King

It is hard to imagine how fierce that power is when a supreme powerhouse in the divine transformation stage directly enters a state of shock under two backlashes.

In the evening, Director Li received another call from the leader. There is a patient who has hung up the green rescue channel and continues to deal with him.

On the way, Director Li's assistant was reporting the situation to him.

"How is the patient's condition now?"

"After a preliminary diagnosis, it was shock caused by a concussion..."

Director Li was stunned for a moment: "..." How could Tamar have a concussion... Are cultivators' brains so fragile these days? !

"What causes it?"

"The Cultivation Police Station's monitoring showed that the patient fell from the sky and hit the green belt. The reason is still under investigation..." The assistant replied, "But it is initially determined that the patient fell from the sky. The trauma should have nothing to do with falling from a high altitude. Her concussion had already formed before the fall. The Xiuzhen Police Station dispatched a police officer Wang with rich criminal investigation experience. It was related to the explosion in the condominium that was thousands of meters away."

Director Li nodded: "Well, I see. I'm on my way now. You can follow up on the incident. If you know the cause of the patient's injury, you must tell me as soon as possible. I gave a death order, saying that this person's life must be saved."

Assistant: "Don't worry, Director, Officer Wang has a lot of experience. He is investigating the case with all his strength. Analyze the cause of the case! Just now, he watched a whole season of "Detective Conan"!"

"..."

For some reason, Director Li felt a little bit about to cry without tears.

Sure enough, studying medicine can't save cultivators!

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That night, around ten o'clock in the evening, a person who was not supposed to be here came to the door of the Wang family's small villa.

Song Qingshu stood at the door of the villa, holding a briefcase with five holes in his left hand, and holding his long pants tightly in his right hand.

According to Song Qingshu's original plan, he should have boarded the supersonic plane to Mi Xiu. However, at the last moment, Song Qingshu found himself cowardly.

He escaped from the Immortal Film Castle, tried to break away from the organization, and seriously injured Bao Niang's capable subordinate A Zuo. Bao Niang would definitely use all her strength to pursue him and obliterate him. Song Qingshu felt that he had no way out. Even if I escaped to a foreign country now... it's still very unsafe!

myself, what should I do?

Song Qingshu pondered for a long time in the small garden downstairs in the apartment complex, quietly reviewing his life. I feel that whenever I do bad things from childhood to adulthood, it seems that it is not smooth...

Once, he deliberately tricked people in qualifying, but he met a young man with a high hand speed. After more than 30 times, the opponent who fought finally surrendered directly...

Once again, he grabbed a lollipop from a family child and was beaten back. That kid not only claimed that he was a Shaolin lay disciple, that he had studied qigong under Wang Lin, a qigong master, and that he had also learned S-shaped Libo snakeskin walking under the hands of talk show actor Bobo...

Once again, he peeped at a young lady taking a bath, and was almost caught and hammered into a geoduck by someone's boyfriend... The man claimed to be a close-up expert of the school flower, and he had countless girlfriends under his hands, and the girlfriends returned him to him. May all live in peace!

Song Qingshu was thinking about life. The sound of police cars from the Cultivation Police Station and the rescue car from the fire station accompanied by a burst of dazzling red warning lights drove in from the gate of the community... At that moment, Song Qingshu's brain seemed to be dripped into a brain. Xiaodi Kaisailu figured it out in an instant!

Now that he has nowhere to go, if he insists on saying anything, then the Wang Family Villa is his only way to go.

However, what reason do you use to find the senior in this villa?

Song Qingshu glanced at the long johns in his hand, which had saved his two lives, and clenched his teeth tightly...

So now, he is standing at the door of the Wang family villa.

At more than ten o'clock, no one slept in the Wang family villa. Wang's mother is upstairs in the drama and put on a mask, Wang's father is still working hard for his readers in the study, and the old man is downstairs watching a new large-scale ethical grief drama "The Old Driver Take Me With You". This TV series tells the story of In order to realize his dream of becoming a champion driver, he took his two daughters to race in Qiu Ming Mountain, and finally cultivated them all to become champion drivers.

The old man was fascinated, when the doorbell of the villa rang suddenly. The old man was old and slightly deaf. He didn't return to his senses until the doorbell rang for a while. At the same time, Wang Ling on the second floor also looked down...

"Who is it?" The old man walked over slowly with his hands behind his back. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man standing at the door a little dejected. Just looking at the appearance, the man is already in his thirties. His face looks haggard, with a stubby beard and a little slovenly.

The old man narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

Song Qingshu used his spiritual sense to test it out, and found that the old man standing in front of him seemed to be an ordinary old man without any spiritual power, but even so, Song Qingshu still did not dare to be slighted.

What if... people deliberately hide their power?

"Senior..." He looked at the old man timidly, and after a while, he finally took a deep breath, looked at the old man in front of him as if he had gathered up his courage, and held up the long pants in his hands: "I... I'm here to return the long pants!"

Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, and found that the long pants were really his own. Because the old man bought these long johns from the textile market at the beginning. When the big sale was held at the beginning, the old man bought dozens of them at once. This familiar texture old man knows exactly that.

"It's my long johns." The old man nodded, looked at Song Qingshu and asked, "Are you in trouble?"

Even though more than an hour had passed since A Zuolai's assassination, Song Qingshu's hands were still shaking. He was speechless and didn't know what to say.

After all, the old man is still an old man. When he was a young man, he had never seen anyone. Having been a chef for decades, I have seen all kinds of diners. Those diners frowned. The old man was like a roundworm and knew what the other party was thinking.

The old man could see that Song Qingshu's real purpose was by no means as simple as returning the long pants. Just begging for nothing. And it's so late now, it's obviously not normal to choose this time to come to the door.

With a sigh, the old man patted Song Qingshu's shoulder: "Young man, come in first... If you have any difficulties, say it. If you don't say it, how do I know?"