The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Wang Ling felt that this was not a good thing, if Erha's identity was just an ordinary house dog, it would be fine, but in essence Erha was a demon king. Although the strength is not as strong as before, it is also dangerous.

Wang Ling could clearly notice that after four weeks of school, Er Ha's breath was much heavier than before, which was enough to prove that Er Ha did not give up his life and was still trying to adapt to his current body. And, trying to practice again.

Although the sixty days of participating in the spirit sword exchange meeting were calm, Er Ha didn't take the opportunity to play tricks in Wang Ling's absence. Every day, I live my life after my rebirth... They are learning to be a dog, pinch their faces for students, and being molested by parrots.

In the 60 middle school, Erha is actually very popular, a green Akita is really eye-catching. Not only in the first and third classes of high school, Erha's reputation is also very loud in other classes. Every day, students from neighboring classes and even senior students come to bring Erha something to eat. Dog biscuits, sauce bone sticks, beef and more...

During this period, Erha learned a lot. For example, Erha's dog barking is more proficient than before, and even the posture of gnawing the sauce bone is much more standard than before... From all aspects, Erha is trying his best to throw away his former identity, and Trying to integrate into the collective life of No. 60 Middle School, and is working hard to become a reborn dog god.

However, being able to gain the trust of the rest did not mean that he was also able to gain the trust of Wang Ling. From Wang Ling's point of view, as a loyal dog, Erha still lacked some training. No matter who was going to bring Erha back, Wang Ling was a little worried.

The discussion in the class was lively. Except for the four classmates who said that they could not keep dogs at home, the remaining eleven people in the third class of high school showed a strong desire to keep dogs.

According to Master Erdan, you still have to find a professional to keep a dog. Of course, Wang Ling would not doubt the professionalism of this Shake M. If Erha was handed over to Master Erdan, Wang Ling would be relatively relieved. Because parrot two eggs are not an ordinary bird. This is a bird that can even be trained by its master. Wang Ling reckoned that if Er Ha was sent to Guo Hao's house, maybe it would be cool...

When it came time for the final decision, Mr. Pan Shengcong found that he still underestimated Erha's energy in the eyes of his classmates.

Seeing such a heated discussion in the class, Teacher Pan cleared his throat and said, "Well, let Erha choose by himself."

After all, Er Ha is not an ordinary dog, and the value of IQ is reflected at this time.

Hearing what Teacher Pan said, Er Ha stood up excitedly.

After staying in school for so long, I finally have the opportunity to go out for a walk!

The world of flowers, cute girls with big tits, and even fatter... flies! The flies in the area of ​​No. 60 Middle School are thin and small, Erha has long wanted to go to other places to see it!

But soon, the excitement on Er Ha's face was wiped out by Wang Ling's look...

Er Ha has seen this kind of look before.

And, almost instantly aroused Er Ha's fear from the depths of his soul.

According to legend, Wang Ling's eyes were killing when he was at the school opening meeting...

In the end, Er Ha came to Wang Ling's feet dejectedly, pressed her ears, and fell down obediently. Completely dare not have any resistance and trouble.

Well, very acquainted...

Wang Ling nodded with satisfaction.

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After school, Wang Ling found a secluded corner and teleported back to the Wang family's small villa in the suburbs with Er Ha directly in his arms.

The two clams were startled! What the hell! ? what is this? Teleport? The big teleportation technique in the Three Thousand Avenues?

As a reborn demon king, these basic concepts are still there. The so-called three thousand avenues are all connected, and the end point is the way of heaven.

There is a saying in the ancient law that it takes a hundred years to comprehend a way of three thousand ways, a thousand years to cultivate a way, and a thousand years to end the way.

A sixteen-year-old boy can actually know the three thousand avenues... Er Ha felt that the thousand years of cultivation as a demon king had all been cultivated into the belly of a dog.

Wang Ling's ability, as a person who had personally experienced it six years ago, there is probably no one in the world who is more familiar with Wang Ling's terrifying than Er Ha. At the age of ten, he killed himself, the thousand-year-old demon king who had reigned supreme in the gate of another world with just one punch. And six years later, Wang Ling was obviously stronger.

Thinking of this, Erha couldn't help but feel a little sad, even though as a demon king, the demon king's self-esteem told Erha many times that he must forge ahead, he must work hard, and maybe he can save another chance to save his life... But face When dealing with Wang Ling, Er Ha always felt powerless.

What's even more terrifying is that when Er Ha found that he was being held in Wang Ling's hands, the thought of "let's just do it..." flashed in his mind.

Erha covered her face, feeling that her integrity as a demon king had completely vanished.

When he opened the door, Wang Ling found two strange men in the house. The two men were wearing suits and sunglasses, and they were carrying a suitcase. Wang Ling glanced at it, and through a perspective, he found that the box was actually filled with piles of cash, and the amount was at least as much as one million.

Dad Wang stood at the entrance of the porch, and said goodbye to the two men in suits in a serious manner, with no smile on his face: "Slow walk, no goodbye."

Seeing this scene, Wang Ling knew that the negotiation was probably over.

The two men in suits glanced at Wang Ling: "Who is this?"

"This is my son." Dad Wang said.

"Your son looks so much like you!"

Wang Ling: "..."

When Dad Wang heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched violently: "..." Ma Dan, he doesn't look like Lao Tzu but still looks like you!

Wang Ling knew that the man in the suit was forcibly putting it on. As expected, he followed one of the men in the suit and extended his hand to Wang Ling: "Hello handsome guy, I'm from Shanshui Manor."

Shanshui Manor? Wang Ling recalled it carefully, and suddenly remembered that this name seemed to have been heard before. It seemed to appear in TV commercials often, and it seemed to be... a wine seller?

Wang Ling was holding Er Ha, and he couldn't make a move at all. The man in the suit shrank his hand back in embarrassment and said, "That's it, my Shanshui Manor is very interested in the antique mask that Mr. Wang bought not long ago, and I want to spend a high price on it. Re-acquisition. Today's negotiation is almost over, we are here with full sincerity..." When it came to "sincere", the man in the suit did not forget to weigh the box: "I hope, Mr. Wang and Lord Lingzun, can Think carefully. We'll visit again in two days."

Then, the two took off the shoe covers on their leather shoes, bowed respectfully to Wang Jiao and his son, turned and left the Wang family villa.

Wang Ling glanced at the shoes of the two of them out of the corner of his eye... Good guy, Wang Nima's! The price of this pair of leather shoes alone is enough to buy a whole decade of crispy noodles!

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