So when it was almost midnight that day, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal specially went to the police station to bail Little Silver out. Song Qingshu had become Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's steward after leaving Mo Immortal Castle. He was parked at the gate in a black car; he actually knew more about what was going on in the police station than Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
That was because Song Qingshu's original leadership role at Mo Immortal Castle had been as a liaison for all kinds of networks. Given that Little Silver had just been sent in, it was impossible for him to come out at this time. But Song Qingshu had used his connections to greet him …
Although he had already left Mo Immortal Castle, he had planted a lot of spies in various local organizations in Songhai city over the years, and even Mo Immortal Castle didn't know about their existence.
And most importantly, these people were completely trustworthy. All of them had received Song Qingshu's financial support and kindness in their most difficult times, and some of them had even been saved by him.
So in essence, Song Qingshu wasn't a bad person, otherwise Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal wouldn't have kept him by his side to work for him.
When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took Little Silver out of the police station, it just so happened to be twelve o 'clock. The back door opened, and Little Silver directly plunged into the car like a paralyzed Ge You.
Today … was really too f * * king tired!
First of all, he had been inhumanely exchanged for four thousand milliliters of holy beast blood with twenty crispy noodle snacks. On his way home, he had been targeted by people from the Demon Hunters Association, and then he had been brought to the police station to testify against him … How could so much have happened in just one day?
Little Silver lay on the armchair in the back of the car, puzzled no matter how he thought about it.
He had discovered a very serious problem …
It would have been fine if he didn't go out, but once he did, he would suffer a calamity! Furthermore, if he ended up in a hospital, it would be the police station …
"I must have offended the tai sui!" Little Silver suddenly sat up straight and shook his head bitterly as he loudly vented his depression.
In the front seat, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal almost spat blood when he heard this.
Offended the tai sui …
How could the tai sui be as old as you?!
"By the way, is Senior Immortal very free every day?" Little Silver asked as he rested his head on his pillow.
"…" In the driver's seat, Song Qingshu almost stepped on the brakes when he heard the question. Because he hadn't participated in the operation to wipe out Immortal Mansion, he actually didn't know Little Silver's true identity, but he had a feeling that Little Silver wasn't just a distant relative of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
At least in the current cultivation circle, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was so famous that basically no one would dare ask him such an impolite question. Moreover, the term 'distant relative' was actually quite vague …
Thus, Song Qingshu had always been suspicious of Little Silver's true identity, but he just didn't dare say it out loud.
Hearing Little Silver's question, the corners of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's mouth couldn't help twitching. "Brother Little Silver, why do you say that?"
Little Silver: "Look, every time something happens to me, you're the first to rush to the scene … And I realize that you seem to care a lot about me. When I came out of the police station, I heard people talking about whether you were my father. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took a deep breath. "… Brother Ling entrusted this to me."
Otherwise, he wouldn't be willing to get involved in this mess! Who would go to the police station every day for no reason …
Little Silver was startled. "Master?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal turned his expressionless face to look at Little Silver with a weary expression. "Brother Ling thinks that Brother Little Silver, you're inexperienced, and sometimes it's easy for your words and actions to cause misunderstandings. Especially after you enter the police station, Brother Little Silver should try not to speak if you can. "
Little Silver was puzzled. "Why?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Think about it, if you say the wrong thing at the police station, it's very easy for the police to assume that you're drunk or on drugs, and they might drag you in for a blood test."
"There's such a thing?!" When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said this, Little Silver instantly understood the seriousness of the matter.
If he really was dragged in for a blood test and was found to be the blood of a holy beast, then everything would be over …
Thus, there was a period of silence in the car after that, and both Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Little Silver were well aware of what was going on. Only Song Qingshu had a stupefied look on his face … How did this have something to do with Senior Ling again?
However, this further affirmed Song Qingshu's attitude toward Little Silver.
To be related to Senior Ling, this Brother Little Silver's identity definitely wasn't simple!
As Song Qingshu drove the car to the villa, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal opened his mouth again. "Finish what Senior Ling asked you to do as soon as possible."
Little Silver: "Mm …"
Little Silver knew that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was referring to the blood test; he still owed Master six thousand milliliters of holy beast blood …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "When your body is damaged, remember to eat this crispy noodle snack pack; it'll be more effective this way …"
Little Silver scratched his head. "What do you mean???"
"Literally."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed. "You'll know when you eat it. This is something Senior Ling gave you … Of course, if you're willing to give me a pack, I have no objections."
Little Silver fell into deep thought at these words. He recalled what that muscular brother Pen had said to him at the Wang family's villa.
Sometimes, a lot of things could be said to be true … Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had been doing very well in the cultivation circle all these years, and had seen all kinds of treasures. Was it worth being so attached to a crispy noodle snack pack?
Could it be that Master's crispy noodle snack was really miraculous?
Little Silver's attitude started to change from complete disbelief to skepticism.
"You want crispy noodle snacks?" Little Silver patted Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal on the shoulder and chuckled.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal trembled all over. "…"
Little Silver: "How about this, I can give you a pack. After all, it's actually kind of embarrassing to stay at Senior Immortal's place all this time."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Really?"
"Of course! But I have a small request … "Little Silver said," Senior Immortal, please help me brew a pot of immortal mountain snow lotus tonight. It's best if it's the six-hundred-year-old kind … Remember to pour the spirit water in after it's boiled and count to two hundred and thirty-three seconds, then strain the tea out. That's when the tea is the most fragrant! "
Song Qingshu broke out in a sweat. Six-hundred-year-old immortal mountain snow lotus … This was the most expensive tea in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's villa and was worth a fortune.
Normally, even Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal wouldn't bear to drink it …
But contrary to Song Qingshu's expectations, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal actually grit his teeth and agreed. "Alright!"
Little Silver stretched out his legs and crossed them toward the front seat, looking very relaxed. "Senior Immortal, I'll have to trouble you to give me a shoulder massage tonight …"
The corners of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's mouth twitched. "Alright …"
His voice was trembling …
Song QingShu was speechless. How was this a distant relative? It was more like raising a big boss!
Little Silver hadn't expected Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal to actually agree so readily.
It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't taken a bath in a long time …
For a holy beast like him to bathe, there was no cleansing effect in his human form. He had to change back to his beast form.
Seeing that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was so straightforward, Little Silver didn't stand on ceremony at all. "Lastly, when I take a shower tonight, Senior Immortal, please brush my fur …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
Song Qingshu was also stunned …
Hair?
Where is the hair …
…
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