Everything was over. The Ten Saints incident had come to an end.
For Mo Immortal Castle, the Ten Saints should be the strongest lineup they could bring out at the moment. Not only had they lost two of their top generals, they were also in danger of Third Saint, who had decided to retire from the martial arts world, turning against them at any time.
In a short period of time, it was obviously impossible to organize another large-scale operation to seize the stone ghost mask.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal could take advantage of this time to happily continue looking for the whereabouts of the mask maker.
When Wang Ling withdrew his clone, his real body was already on the way home. Feeling the mental strength he had spread out return, Wang Ling's gloomy mood instantly improved a lot.
Wang Ling felt that this was one of the major drawbacks of the Great Separation Spell. For him, the clones he sent out weren't just pure energy. This energy contained too many things, including realm, strength, and mood … so he usually avoided using the Great Separation Spell. That was because this spell would only make his already paralyzed face even more paralyzed.
When Wang Ling returned home, he noticed that there was one more person in the house today. Even without using his spiritual senses, he knew that it was Lie Mengmeng. The pair of white rabbit slippers had disappeared. These were special slippers that Father Wang had prepared for Lie Mengmeng.
Today, Lie Mengmeng was here for a follow-up consultation with Grandfather Wang.
After meeting Teacher Pan during the home visit, the old man was clearly in better spirits than usual. The knot in his heart had been untied, and everything was at ease. But Father Wang was still a little worried, so he called Lie Mengmeng over to help take a look. Thus, a certain someone had unceremoniously run over to freeload off a meal in the name of a follow-up consultation …
On the sofa, the old man held Lie Mengmeng's hand, his face full of gratitude. "Little Song, we'll have to trouble you again this time!"
These simple words were enough to set Lie Mengmeng and Father Wang's hearts at ease! Because the old master didn't call the wrong name this time! Based on this point alone, Lie Mengmeng believed that even if his Alzheimer's disease hadn't been cured, it would at least be alleviated quite a bit …
"Grandpa Wang, you're too polite! Next, I'll ask you some questions. "As he spoke, Lie Mengmeng took out a stack of paper from his backpack. These were some of the questions Lie Mengmeng had collected about Alzheimer's. There were yes-or-no questions, multiple-choice questions, and brain teasers.
The old man nodded cooperatively. "Okay, Little Song. Ask away! "
Lie Mengmeng: "First question, when eating scrambled eggs with tomatoes, do you often worry about whether to eat the tomatoes or the eggs first?"
The old man shook his head.
Lie Mengmeng noted it down and then asked, "Chocolate-flavored sh * t or shit-flavored chocolate, which would you choose?"
The old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "All chocolates contain sugar, right?"
Lie Mengmeng nodded. "Yes."
The old man: "Then my blood sugar is high, I can't eat either."
Lie Mengmeng: "…"
"Also, how can you ask this kind of question to the elderly? Nowadays, many elderly people have diabetes. This kind of question is too unfriendly! "
"… Then let me change the question."
Lie Mengmeng: "Grandpa Wang, may I ask under what circumstances one plus one equals two?"
The old man stared at Lie Mengmeng as if he was looking at a retard. "Of course it's two if the calculation is correct! I say, Little Song, can you not use the questions from the Spring Festival Gala thirty years ago to test me? Although I'm old, I'm not stupid, okay? Your questions are too old! "
Lie Mengmeng: "…"
The old man stared at Lie Mengmeng and criticized him. "I find that young people nowadays don't take a long-term view of problems. Little Song, it's wrong for you to be entangled in the past and not think about making progress. Can't you develop a question that's at a higher level? If young people don't keep up with the times, how can they find a girlfriend and make her like them? By the way, Little Song … it seems you don't have a girlfriend yet, right? "
No …
No girlfriend …
"…" Lie Mengmeng suddenly felt the urge to cover his face and run away in tears.
After this question and answer session, Father Wang, who was next to him, could now confirm two things.
First, the old man's dementia had already been completely cured. That glib tongue Casanova from back then was back again …
Second, after his face-to-face conversation with Grandfather Wang just now, Lie Mengmeng's pure, young man's heart, which had yet to taste the honey of first love, had suffered an unprecedented and painful blow from the old man …
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After dinner, Wang Ling just happened to catch the broadcast of Cultivation of the People's Justice. Wang Ling hadn't used the small TV in his bedroom for a long time. If it wasn't for the Little Raccoon lucky draw this time, Wang Ling felt that he would never be able to unlock the dark seal on the TV. That was because it would be more convenient for him to use his wristwatch to directly participate in the program and scan the code for the lucky draw.
Nowadays, anything could be obtained through a wristwatch. Old people's products like the TV, which had already been phased out, could only be used for Grandfather Wang to watch Love in the Country …
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Early in the morning on Tuesday, May 25th.
Wang Ling was in a gloomy mood this morning, because as a die-hard Little Raccoon fan, he hadn't even won an encouragement prize in the lucky draw last night! How infuriating!
Wang Ling felt that something like the lucky draw was just like the probability of strengthening equipment in Penguin Corporation's games. Even if there was a ninety percent success rate, there would still be repeated failures …
When Wang Ling arrived in class, Grade One, Class Three was gossiping as usual in the morning. The topic of the second mock exam, which had lasted for several days, had temporarily died down, and yesterday's parent-teacher conference became the new topic of discussion.
Dopey Guo, the master of gossip in class, shared the following information. "I heard that there was a vote at yesterday's parent-teacher conference."
Someone asked, "What vote?"
Dopey Guo replied, "Our school is holding a school activity for each class to sing well. Yesterday, Teacher Pan had the parents recommend songs for us to vote on. Then we have to choose one of the top three songs as our class's song for the competition. "
Saying this, Master of Dopey threw out a piece of paper, which was Father Guo's notes from yesterday's parent-teacher conference. A large part of the notes was about the school selection for each class to sing well this time.
Everyone gathered around to look at the notes, which clearly listed the songs that had been nominated.
The first song was "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," which had been recommended by Li Xuanjing's dad, Li Gouhai.
Second was "Running," which had been recommended by Super Chen's dad.
Third was "Little Apple," which had been chosen by Little Peanut's dad, Big Nut.
Everyone nodded when they saw this, feeling that these song titles really reflected the parents' personalities.
Of course, apart from these three songs, there were also several other recommended songs that hadn't been nominated.
For example, "Songs of the East Wind," which had been recommended by Feather Lin's mom … with one look, it was clear that Mother Lin was definitely a senior sect leader among the fujoshi.
Another example was Master of Dopey's father, Father Guo, who had chosen "Itch," which indirectly reflected the father and son's flirtatious nature. Sure enough, like father, like son.
Following the notes on the list to the end, everyone realized that there was actually another recommended song on the list that hadn't received any votes. "Eh? No one actually voted for this song?! Even the song 'Itch' got a vote … "
Someone asked, "Who recommended it?"
"Wang Lei."
"…" Wang Ling knew right away that this was definitely an alias that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had come up with on the fly.
Super Chen had a flash of inspiration. "Wang Lei? Is that Classmate Wang Ling's father? "After all, there was only one student with the surname Wang in the class.
"What song did he recommend?"
"'Pomp and Circumstance' …"
As soon as he said that, the whole class instantly fell into dead silence. Everyone turned to look at Wang Ling and couldn't help sighing in their hearts. Who would have thought that under Classmate Wang Ling's cold, expressionless exterior, he actually hid such a sultry heart …
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