The Daily Life of the Immortal King

In the meeting room on the top floor of the Huaxiulian Building, Dean Qi watched the remote broadcast from a distance. Due to space faults, ordinary communication devices could no longer reach the inside of the secret realm, so this time Dean Qi was in charge of the unified command. The meeting room of Huaxiu Union uses a magic weapon of spatial sound transmission, which captures the spatial ripple signal in the secret realm, and rebroadcasts the voice and picture completely by means of a repeater.

Seeing the video, Wang Ming kept giving instructions to the Führer who pretended to be Führer No. 001, and General Yi beside him was in a cold sweat: "Old Qi, isn't it a little bad to do this..."

"What's wrong, this matter was approved by the head of state himself." Dean Qi said with a smile.

In fact, the head of state has always been a very playful person...

"The head of state has a command transfer device on his body. Even if Wang Ming sends a signal command remotely, the head of state will know it immediately." Dean Qi stared at the screen with a meaningful smile on his face: "Wang Ming This kid has always thought that he was too smart, but he didn't expect that this time he got our way, but it actually looks quite interesting. I don't know what expression this kid will have when he knows that he is facing a real head of state. ?”

General Yi: "..."

...

On the other side, Wang Ling and Wang Ming were resting in the bedroom.

Wang Ling sat on the bed with one arm resting on his head, while Wang Ming was constantly tinkering with his own bottles and cans.

This is a completely restless person.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Wang Ling stared at Wang Ming's back and asked via voice transmission.

"Why are you sleepy?" Wang Ming replied, but his hands did not relax at all: "Before I set out this time, I took a pill of tonifying essence. An ordinary person can become like a cultivator even if he takes a pill of this thing." I can also stay awake for a long time, and my physique can last about seven days. Now this thing is selling well, and those white-collar thieves like it, and they gave this ball a nice name: Ma Suwan Wan. "

Wang Ling: "???"

Wang Ming: "Mom no longer has to worry about my Sudden Death Pill."

Wang Ling: "..."

...

Half an hour later, Wang Ming finally clapped his hands and put on a gesture of success.

He had just been fiddling with on the table for a long time, placing a lot of bottles and cans, but in the end Wang Ling found that what Wang Ming had made was a very small chip, which was transparent and very light-transmitting. Only half the size of a fingernail.

Wang Ling didn't know what the purpose of this chip was, and then he saw Wang Ming take out a Tiancai sword from the charged storage ring, lightly pressed the button on the hilt, and a card popped out. groove.

Wang Ming picked up the chip with tweezers, placed the chip into the card slot smoothly, and then pushed it in again.

"Completed, an upgraded version of the black-tech Tiancai sword."

Wang Ming held the sword in one hand without any effort.

Under his remodeling, the material of the sword body has changed to be lighter. Even ordinary people holding the sword are as light as a feather, but the key point is that the power of the sword itself has not been weakened at all, but has been greatly strengthened. .

"I've been working on this chip for a long time, and it's almost finished. Now my Tiancai sword is completely finished." Wang Ming said proudly.

"What's the use?" Wang Ling asked curiously.

"This chip is a voice-activated receiving device, and it has a wide range of sound reception, and it only works on my voice. Let me demonstrate it to you."

At this time, Wang Ming put the Tiancai sword directly ten meters away from him, and then spread his arms: "——Sword!"

Wang Ling saw that the Tiancai sword on the ground suddenly trembled slightly, turned into an aurora and quickly and accurately returned to Wang Ming's palm.

Wang Ling: "..."

Wang Ming held the sword, with a relaxed expression on his face. It stands to reason that a normal scientist would be extremely nervous when he invents something, because basically all inventions are made after numerous failures. Perfectly formed.

And this is where Wang Ming's abnormality lies, but everything that has passed through Wang Ming's hands has never been remade, and it is basically a one-time success.

Wang Ming took out a handkerchief and wiped the blade carefully: "Uncle called me earlier and asked me to take care of you during this event."

Wang Ling: "..."

Wang Ming: "You have attracted too much attention to the matter of Chairman Bai before. There are so many people in this event, you didn't realize that many students and teachers were staring at you when you lined up in the square before. Did you see it?"

Wang Ling nodded.

Because it's true...

When he was in the square before, he had vaguely heard a lot of voices, and most of these voices belonged to students from other schools. Most people knew that a student in the first year of No. 60 High School was almost murdered by the Demon Hunt Society a while ago. Fortunately, Odd Zhuo suppressed the media and public opinion, and there was no photo of Wang Ling on any news media...

So those students and teachers in the square who were curious about Wang Ling actually had no idea which classmate Wang Ling was.

Otherwise, this time Wang Ling felt that he would be very lively in the square.

"So you have to listen to me for this event, and try not to do anything if you can, you know." Wang Ming stared at Wang Ling with a straight face: "You know, there is a hype about your autograph now. Fortunately, before Zhuo Yi suppressed the matter of the photo, otherwise, in the square just now, a lot of people must have found you and asked you for an autograph."

Wang Ling was startled: "..."

In fact, Wang Ling never expected that the impact of this incident would be so great...

"It's mainly started by some superstitious parents of students. Those parents think that you have escaped from the dead, and you are full of immortality. And there are rumors on the Internet that you are the mascot of No. 60 High School. In addition, this timing is just right. When you catch up with the college entrance examination, many people want to rub off on your fairy spirit."

Speaking of this, Wang Ming took out his mobile phone, showed a photo to Wang Ling, and sighed deeply: "This is a photo taken by the old man Li at the school gate after the bus from No. 60 Middle School drove to Peiyuan District this morning. .”

Wang Ling stared at the photo and found that there was an incense burner at the school gate...

Wang Ming took back the phone: "The incense burner has been removed, but you still have to be careful to know?"

Today's parents are really crazier than one!

"However, some people just want an autograph, which is considered very civilized. I heard that there are some perverts who plan to put your photo in a bag and carry it with them!"

Suddenly, Wang Ming grabbed Wang Ling's shoulder: "Brother! Don't worry, brother has an upgraded version of Tiancai Sword this time, and the command authority of Head of State No. 001. It will definitely protect you perfectly! Avoid perverted attacks!"

As soon as the words fell, a kit fell on the ground...

Wang Ling saw that it fell out of the white coat that Wang Ming was wearing...