Little Silver felt that this setting was incomparably genius! Furthermore, this toilet seat setting could be written more than just ALL-For-One! It could also be written One-For-ALL! If the protagonist's toilet seat was set as an ancestral heirloom, each generation's successor would have a Heavenly Dao. Now that the protagonist was the three-thousandth generation's successor, he had directly grasped three thousand Heavenly Dao! How heaven-defying!
"No! Grenade-Throwing, I feel like my thoughts are gushing out! I'm going to write after I'm done eating! "Little Silver got up and swallowed the broccoli in his mouth, salad sauce still on the corner of his mouth.
"…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal silently pulled out a piece of tissue to wipe Little Silver's mouth.
There were times when the urge to write was like this; newcomers who had just entered the circle actually had this urge to write a lot of the time. And this was often the source of an outstanding work. Something written without impulse and passion wouldn't be good.
Although Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal himself had never written a complete work, he was deeply convinced of this point.
"Ah! No! I can't take it anymore! "
Little Silver really couldn't take it anymore. He hadn't even finished eating the broccoli in the bowl, but he already couldn't help getting up! He looked like he was going to jump up to the second floor. Seeing this, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal hurriedly pounced on Little Silver and desperately pressed down on his shoulder with a horrified expression. "Take the stairs!"
There had been several times when Little Silver had dug several holes in the villa to get up and down the stairs quickly!
Little Silver: "…"
…
Not long after Little Silver went upstairs, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal turned around to clean up the dishes. Because Little Silver could eat a lot, the broccoli salad had been mixed in a bowl recently. Watching a person with a big appetite eat was always an appetizer, so Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's appetite had inadvertently increased recently.
Fortunately, broccoli was a vegetarian food, so eating too much wouldn't make you fat. Most importantly, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal realized that he and Little Silver had constitutions that wouldn't make them fat!
It wasn't particularly troublesome to deal with the tableware; it mainly depended on one's mood. If Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal wanted to, he would even wash it by hand instead of directly using a cleansing talisman or something like that. For modern cultivators, washing anything could be done with a Washing Talisman. Washing clothes or tableware by hand had become a different kind of pleasure …
But he still had some important matters to deal with today, so in the end, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal chose to use the washing talisman to wash the tableware.
This kind of talisman was not valuable. If bought in bulk, it would be cheaper than a year's worth of laundry detergent. Because the pattern on the talisman was relatively simple, this kind of washing talisman was currently one of the few talismans on the market that could be directly mechanically produced. More offensive or defensive talismans actually needed to be hand-written by someone.
"I wonder how Brother Toya is handling the matter with the girl in grey."
After dealing with the tableware, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal thought of the girl in gray who was currently undergoing sobriety treatment on Chrysanthemum Island, and Cailian Zhenren had rushed over. As for the girl's identity, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was currently trying to find out.
The only clue was the gray ancient clothes with simple and unadorned patterns. If he wanted to find out the girl's true identity, he could only start with the gray ancient clothes and investigate their specific age and origin. Only then would he be able to determine who on earth the girl was.
But this wouldn't be easy. Last night, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had used his alternate account to take a screenshot of the pattern on the ancient clothes and post it on the cultivation forum for help.
He hadn't taken a picture of the girl, nor had he taken a picture of the ancient clothes in its entirety. He just wanted to try asking in the forum; who knew, a big shot who happened to be passing by might know.
At this point in time, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal guessed that there would already be a lot of replies in the forum, and was about to take a look when Odd Zhuo suddenly called.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal directly picked up the call. "Brother Zhuo? What's up? "
"I was attacked on my way to work, it was someone from the Demon Hunters Association!" said Odd Zhuo.
"What's the situation?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took a deep breath and was very calm.
Although Odd Zhuo had said that he had been attacked, the fact that he could call him now meant that the attacker had probably already been dealt with.
"It's a good thing shifu sent Lord Jingke to get here in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable." Odd Zhuo sighed and told Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal what they currently knew. "They've gathered a group of cultivators who have returned from abroad from Sun Island who are proficient in ninjutsu, and plan to launch a retaliatory attack on No. 60 High tomorrow …"
"Then why would they retaliate against you?"
"I'm also the scapegoat for the Demon Hunters Association incident this time … oh, no, the chief commander! They definitely want to retaliate against me! "
"…"
"Also, I'm a senior at No. 60 High. The attacker's goal was to capture me alive, and then bring me to No. 60 High for a public execution tomorrow," said Odd Zhuo.
"…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal broke out in a sweat when he heard this.
This bunch of people were too vicious; they actually did whatever they wanted!
Odd Zhuo: "I'm calling Senior Immortal to remind you to be careful today. Since that Elder Zuo Wu was able to come looking for you, maybe you're also part of his revenge plan … "
"Alright, thank you, Brother Zhuo! I'll be careful! "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal nodded and then hung up.
Just as he put down the phone, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly felt a cold murderous intent behind him …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
Wasn't this too fast?!
As soon as Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal turned around, sure enough, he saw a man standing in the courtyard on the first floor. The man's face and ears were very pointed, and his figure was thin. His half-closed eyes revealed an extremely cold murderous intent; the most frightening thing was that the corners of his mouth were so wide that they almost reached his earlobes.
Elder Poisonous Dragon gave a very terrifying smile. "May I ask … are you Great Death-Courting Senior?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Who are you?"
Without saying anything, Elder Poisonous Dragon stretched out his hand in the next moment, and his entire right hand abruptly elongated like a spiral! With a strange purple electric light, it pierced through the garden and opened a big hole in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's chest!
When Elder Poisonous Dragon drew his hand back, he still had that strange smile on his face, and his hand was covered in dark red blood.
He licked the blood off his hand and looked at "Great Death-Courting Senior" in front of him, which he had made a big hole in, and laughed cruelly. "It's said that villains die because they talk too much … but I'm different. As long as I confirm your identity, I'll make a move right away without hesitation! Remember, my name is Poisonous Dragon. "
Then, he stepped directly into the house from the garden and fixed his gaze on the second floor.
There was still someone there that he needed to deal with …
But just as Elder Poisonous Dragon was about to move, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.
It was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's hand!
Elder Poisonous Dragon was shocked. "You …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal grinned. "My apologies, you were talking to yourself for a long time just now, so I didn't want to disturb you. I just pretended to be dead on the ground for a while. So you're called Poisonous Dragon! "
"Impossible! How can you still be alive?! "
Elder Poisonous Dragon had a look of disbelief on his face as he cried out in alarm, "I clearly directly stabbed you from the front!"
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