The Daily Life of the Immortal King

"Later, in order to take care of you, your mother discussed with me and stopped writing. She is determined to be a full-time wife." Dad Wang leaned on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, but his eyes were no longer the same as before. It was decadent, but a little more reminiscent of the good past and happiness.

Wang Ling thought about it carefully, as if it was the first time he had heard about his father's past, and Wang Ling also did not expect that Wang Ma had written novels before he gave birth to him, and it seemed that they were quite good.

What about the name of the novel?

Wang Ling couldn't help asking through voice transmission, very curious.

Dad Wang held his chin and thought for a while: "At that time, your mother had a pen name of a man and a ding, and wrote a light novel "Xia Ji Ban Xian" with the theme of romance cultivation, and this book was published at that time."

Wang Ling: "..."

"After it was published, the publisher found that the book sold surprisingly well, but many readers sent letters to complain about the issue of the pseudonym. So after that, your mother decided to change a new pseudonym before the next book was written. But At that time, your mother even wrote the outline, and she refused to tell me her pseudonym... It is said that it is a novel about the cultivation of the real world, and I was looking forward to it for a long time."

In the meantime, Dad Wang crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray and couldn't help but smile: "I guess ask Xiao Ming about this now, maybe he will know."

Wang Ling: "???"

Dad Wang: "Do you know the time capsule? Before your mother decided to close it, she sealed all the outlines she wrote in the capsule and gave it to Xiao Ming. At that time, the paper your mother used to write the manuscript was very rough. Xiao Ming said that this method was used. Sealing can ensure that the paper will not be damaged. I reckon that when I got those outlines and drafts, Xiao Ming probably read them."

Hearing this, the corner of Wang Ling's mouth could not help twitching. If it was someone else, it would be fine, but if it was Wang Ming... it is indeed possible to do such a thing. Moreover, Wang Ming himself is actually a novel lover. Obviously, he cannot practice cultivation, but he often imitates the plot in the cultivation novel to make some crazy actions.

Wang Ling's curiosity was raised again. Anyway, Wang Ming will come over later, so he can go upstairs and ask. Moreover, Wang Ling himself was very curious about how Wang Ma's unpublished work was written.

While thinking about it, Wang Ling heard the door opening of the villa. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he found that Lie Mengmeng pushed the door in very skillfully. The door of Wang's villa is a fingerprint lock, and as the exclusive editor in charge of Wang's father, Wang's father also entered Lie Mengmeng's fingerprint about two weeks ago.

Today, Dad Wang hasn't updated at this time, so Wang Ling wants to know that Lie Mengmeng is 80% here to urge the update.

To say that the average website author, still can't enjoy this kind of treatment that the editor specially comes to urge the update.

"Hey! Wang Ling! You're at home!" Lie Mengmeng grinned and greeted Wang Ling, then her face turned cloudy and stared at Dad Wang helplessly: "I said Brother Wang...you Why haven't you updated it today? Didn't you save a lot of manuscripts before?"

After taking a sip of coffee slowly, Dad Wang replied, "Well, I've run out..."

Lie Mengmeng's mouth twitched: "I remember, there should be 200,000 manuscripts."

Dad Wang: "Well, it's all used up..."

Lie Mengmeng: "..."

Dad Wang sighed: "Recently, a local tyrant reader came and said that there was one more chapter, and he gave a reward of 10,000. I couldn't hold back, and it was all posted."

Lie Mengmeng covered her face: "Brother Wang, you have to restrain yourself! Premature ejaculation is a bad behavior!"

Father Wang and Wang Ling: "..."

Lie Mengmeng: "Go upstairs, I'll help you with the story behind."

Dad Wang shook his head: "This time it's not about the plot, it's a new character in the novel, but I don't know how to act better. It's better to find someone to play it. I have all the props ready."

"New character?" Lie Mengmeng held her chin and thought for a while, then nodded: "Let's follow the old rules, I'll show you. What style?"

Dad Wang: "A gothic dark maid Loli."

Lie Mengmeng smiled: "It's just women's clothing, I don't care, it's not the first time."

Wang Ling: "..."

Dad Wang: "I want to drip wax!"

"..."

Dad Wang: "I hope to see the most authentic reaction! Only in this way will readers feel real!"

There were tears in Lie Mengmeng's eyes: "Come on, I'm ready to sacrifice for the organization!"

Wang Ling: "..."

So... what exactly is PLAY?

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...

Wang Ming arrived early in the afternoon, just before the old man and Wang Ma returned from shopping. When Wang Ling opened the door, he saw Wang Ming standing at the door with a melancholy face, followed by Zhai Yin, who was not leaving.

The last time Zhai Yin was turned away was because Wang Ma and the old man were cooking in the house at that time, so it was fine that they didn't see it, but now Wang Ma and the old man hadn't come back yet, Wang Ling thought to himself. It didn't seem good to let Zhai Yin stand alone at the door, so he let people in reluctantly.

To be precise, this is the second time Wang Ling and Zhai Yin have faced each other.

In a sense, Wang Ming felt that Wang Ling and Zhai Yin were quite similar, they both had facial paralysis. But the difference is that Wang Ling's facial paralysis is pure natural and pollution-free, while Zhai Yin's facial paralysis is probably formed after seeing through countless life and death separations.

The last time Zhai Yin took Wang Ming back, he actually started to investigate Wang Ling secretly, but unfortunately, all he found were a bunch of mosaics.

This time, Wang Ling put people in directly, naturally he had his own considerations. Just as Wang Ming stepped in with his front foot, Wang Ling gave Zhai Yin a stare with his hind foot.

This stare directly fixed Zhai Yin in place...

Even though Zhai Yin was well-informed, he was frightened by this deeply rooted aura, so cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt a great pressure from the depths of his soul.

Obviously, this is a warning.

Wang Ming pulled Wang Ling behind him and stared at Zhai Yin: "I don't care if you follow me outside, but this is my brother's house, just like my own home. If you dare to mess around, I'll ask President Qi to withdraw. about you."

Zhai Yin's eyes were a little deep: "You can try it anyway."

Wang Ming folded his arms and sighed, he forgot that this guy eats soft or hard!

Then Wang Ming simply stretched out his hand and dragged Zhai Yin onto the sofa in the living room: "Sit down! It's up to you to watch TV or meditate..."

After speaking, Wang Ming suddenly smiled secretly and looked at Zhai Yin: "Don't move here, I'll get you an orange!"

Wang Ling: "..."

"?" Zhai Yin hadn't reacted yet, the two brothers had already gone upstairs quickly.