Song Qingshu tiptoed through the door, feeling a little guilty. After all, in order to fight for the Stone Ghost Mask a few times in the past, he had even sent his subordinates to forcefully snatch it from them … But now, Song QingShu had completely thought it through. The strength of this family was already not something he could go against. A pair of long johns had been able to send the Lady of the Castle's capable subordinate, Ah Zuo, flying with a backlash on the spot. How terrifyingly strong was this senior who could refine such a magic treasure?
The old man poured Song Qingshu a glass of water, put it on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of him. "Do you have anything to say?"
The old man had always been an easy-going person; his eyes would narrow into slits when he smiled in particular, making him look very benevolent. However, Song Qingshu didn't dare let down his guard in the Wang family's small villa. Although he hadn't sensed the slightest trace of spirit energy from the old man, there was a good saying: those with squinting eyes were monsters!
Who knew whether this great senior was testing him or not?
And this glass of water …
Could he drink it? Should he drink it?
Or was this a test from the senior?
Song Qingshu stared at the glass of water, lost in endless thought … this scene was exactly the same as Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's expression at the dinner table back then, wondering whether he should eat the broccoli that Grandfather Wang had picked out for him or not.
Song Qingshu realized that coming to the Wang family's small villa was a little bad; he kept feeling like someone was staring at him from behind. He didn't understand why this villa, which clearly looked ordinary and didn't even have a spirit array to decorate it, gave off such an oppressive feeling that came from the depths of one's soul.
After ten minutes of silence, Song Qingshu felt like a child who had been caught copying homework by the class teacher in the morning, and finally confessed everything in front of the old man …
Because Song QingShu talked a lot, he almost told the whole story to the old master. The old man was getting on in years, and couldn't react for a moment. After sorting out his thoughts with great effort, he replied unhurriedly, "Oh, you were the one who wanted to buy that mask in the first place? But that mask was taken away by Little Lei … "
Little … Little Lei?
Song Qingshu felt like his three views had been overturned.
Nowadays, how many people would dare call that Great Death-Courting Senior that?
Suddenly, Song Qingshu felt even more respect for Old Man Wang! Even if he carefully searched the old man's body, he still couldn't find any spiritual power … However, this old man was already a great senior in his heart! Moreover, Song QingShu had no doubt that this old man was a living fossil level figure!
"Because you didn't buy the mask for your boss, now your boss wants to kill you … Is that what you mean?" The old man sighed. He felt that young people nowadays were too noisy. It was just a mask … It was not a big deal. It was all about fighting and killing.
But the old man felt that he didn't have the ability to help Song Qingshu in this matter. After thinking for a bit, he stretched out his leg and lightly scraped Loopy Toad's little butt, intending to have Loopy Toad call Wang Ling down.
Loopy Toad's rest had been disturbed, and it was a little grumpy.
Song QingShu glanced at the Akita with strange fur. He thought it was just a domesticated pet, but when it was kicked up by the old man, it glared at him angrily.
Song QingShu felt like he had seen this look somewhere before.
This definitely wasn't an ordinary dog. For some reason, the moment he met the dog's eyes, Song QingShu saw a demon king standing on top of a cliff, leading thousands of demons. The demon king stood there, his eyes sharp and full of vigor. With a flip of his hand, he could destroy heaven and earth …
Song QingShu was dazed.
Was he imagining things?
The old man: "Our Wang Ling brought this dog back from school. The school leaders came and forbade us from raising it. But this little guy is very protective of its owner and is very easy to raise. "
"I see …" Song QingShu breathed a sigh of relief at the old man's explanation. "May I ask, senior, who is Wang Ling?"
"Wang Ling is my grandson. My grandson is still in high school."
Still … in high school?
Song QingShu felt that his three views had been refreshed.
What kind of family was this?
Song QingShu: "Which high school is it?"
The old man: "No. 60 High School."
Song QingShu: "…"
Under normal circumstances, the old man would get excited at the mention of his grandson. The pride and arrogance of the older generation toward their grandchildren was indescribable. But he couldn't say too much to Song QingShu. The old man had never been willing to get involved in matters between cultivators. Being able to sit here and listen to Song QingShu ramble on for so long was purely because the old man was displaying his humanitarian spirit as a resident committee grandpa.
If it was a quarrel between a couple, the old man felt that he might be able to mediate on behalf of Bai Wanqing, but when it came to cultivation, the Wang family could only rely on Wang Ling.
…
…
Actually, while he was still on the second floor, Wang Ling had already heard Song QingShu complaining to the old man.
He was now being hunted down by Mo Immortal Castle, and even if he escaped abroad, he might not be able to protect himself, so he could only come to the Wang family for help.
Logically speaking, Wang Ling didn't want to get involved at all, but just as he was about to deal with it coldly, his damn eyelid started to twitch wildly again.
It had been a long time since his eyelid gave him a warning … if he ignored this matter, the outcome would be even worse.
After deep contemplation, Wang Ling slowly walked downstairs. He was still wearing big white bunny pajamas, and the soft adorable clothes and that unsmiling, expressionless face formed a strong contrast.
When Wang Ling went downstairs, the old man had already returned to his side to continue watching his drama, leaving Song QingShu alone.
Song QingShu was a little nervous and a little confused … he didn't know why this great senior had pushed this matter onto his grandson, who was still in high school.
But when he saw Wang Ling approach him in pajamas, which contrasted greatly with his appearance, Song QingShu was completely stupefied!
Because even if the person in front of him turned to ash … he would never, ever forget him!
He was certain that this was the youngster in white who had appeared at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's villa when he and the Ten Saints had gone to fight over the stone ghost mask, and who had caused Great Saint and Second Saint to die from the backlash!
Not only had this youngster killed Great Saint and Second Saint, he had also incited Third Saint to defect … the most important thing was that he had a very close relationship with Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
In any case, this youngster was the main culprit behind their current predicament …
But Song QingShu had never expected that after going around in a big circle, the person he had finally found to help would actually be this youngster!
Song QingShu felt really angry …
But now, he was already at his wit's end. Apart from this youngster, no one could help him.
On the side, Loopy Toad glanced at Song QingShu and silently lowered its head. It then walked over to Song QingShu and stretched out its paw to pat his leg comfortingly …
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