The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Huaguo Water Curtain Group.

Today, Jiang Xiaoche was working overtime again because it was close to the end of the day.

Jiang Xiaoche was summoned by Grandpa Sun.

On Grandpa Sun’s table, there were all kinds of snacks, different flavors of popcorn, and even hired a dessert master to make desserts on the spot.

This scene felt familiar to Jiang Xiaoche.

He subconsciously looked at the time and was confused by Grandpa Sun’s behavior.

This time was not the time of the World Cup.

It was not the time of the Kings League S99 Global Finale.

It was also not the time of the TV series and variety shows that Grandpa Sun liked to watch.

The recent popular variety show, “Brothers stirring up trouble,”was Grandpa Sun’s favorite.

Grandfather Sun was a fashionable old man. In order to catch up with the pace of young people and understand the market of young people further, he never resisted to understand new things.

However, this lineup in front of him was rare.

“Xiao Che, sit down, sit down. I was worried that no one would accompany me to watch the game,”grandfather Sun called out.

Grandfather Sun fiddled with the Dharma Ball on the table, and the three-dimensional holographic image in the void immediately appeared.

“This is...”Jiang Xiaoche looked at this scene with some hesitation.

Because the scene in front of him instantly made him notice a familiar person.

It was that pretty boy called Wang Ling..

“This is student Wang Ling’s live broadcast of the match when he went to Sun Island as an exchange student,”said Old Man Sun.

Jiang Xiaoche was a little dumbfounded. “But I remember that student Wang Ling is participating in a closed-door competition...”

Because of his connection with Sun Island, Jiang Xiaoche actually had a certain level of understanding of Sun Island’s affairs.

Lotus Sun had been the one who had found him to sign the two billion yuan order from Sakai’s Fengnian family.

“So this old man also paid a price,”grandfather Sun said.

“Price?”

“Isn’t the organizer Sun Island’s Alliance of ten thousand schools? This old man agreed to help them invest in the name of a large-scale competition later on, which was how I managed to get this video.”

”...”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoche’s heart inexplicably felt a little sour.

“But master, I still don’t know why you called me here...”

“There’s no buts. Chatting with Me is also your secretary’s responsibility.”

“Master, I still have to be with my partner today...”

“Don’t give me that. In front of me, you still want to pretend that you have a girlfriend. You may have many female partners, but even today, you’re still a lonely old man. Don’t treat me like I don’t know.”

”...”

These words were like a whip that deeply lashed Jiang Xiaoche’s heart, causing him to freeze on the spot.

Old master sun said, “Sit down. I came to look for you this time because I wanted to watch the match with you and then have a casual chat. I feel that you’ve always misunderstood classmate Wang Ling.”

”...”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoche was instantly stunned.

He had thought that no one else would know what he had done.

But he had never thought that in the end, he wouldn’t be able to escape the old master’s eyes.

Old Master Sun in front of him was the one who had hidden it the most.

“Sit down, Xiaoche.”Old Master Sun smiled kindly.

“Okay...”

The amiable light in his eyes was like a spring breeze, which Jiang Xiaoche couldn’t refuse, but at the same time, he felt very ashamed.

He didn’t dare look old master sun in the eye.

He just sat on the side.

As he watched, Jiang Xiaoche realized that this match seemed to be a little different from what he had imagined.

Why did that local student on Sun Island keep slapping him in the face..

..

At the same time, the battle between Wang Ling and Micang Weiming continued.

To be honest, at first, Micang Weiming had resisted the idea of fighting a fake match.

However, the conditions that Junshan shrubby offered him were too excellent.

It had always been his dream to study abroad. His grades at Sangtian High School were excellent, and he received a scholarship every year. However, it was not realistic to achieve the goal of studying abroad with these trivial scholarships.

Moreover, the most important thing was that there were only a few places to go abroad each year. One could count them on one’s fingers.

It was said that the best students would be selected.

However, once it was put into practice, these places were destined to be reserved for those who had connections.

Mikagura Weiming had no background, power, or money. It was a Fool’s dream to get this place.

Therefore, Mikagura Weiming had made plans early in the morning.

He clearly knew that fighting a fake match... was actually a very shameful thing, but he was still willing to do it.

Because right now, he was nothing.

The only thing he could do was to endure it for the time being and become someone else’s chess piece.

As long as he could get through this day and officially breathe mixiu nation’s free air, everything would be worth it.

And what he had to do was to endure it.

To fight a fake match, he had to fake it..

As Wang Ling watched Mi Cang Wei Ming slap his face again and again, his thoughts were inexplicably complicated.

The Wang family, for example, were actually just ordinary ordinary people, but Wang Ling had been educated by Father and mother Wang since he was young and knew how to be content more than anyone else.

Wang Ling had never thought about studying abroad.

Because the world was the same moon, the Moon might not be any rounder even if he went abroad.

But just because he thought this way didn’t mean that other people thought the same way.

MICANG weiming wanted to “Rise up”, to get better resources, and to use his own efforts to let his family live a better life.

There was nothing wrong with that in itself.

“Why did that person hit himself?”In front of the television, Zhou Ziyi didn’t understand.

“He probably had an agreement with one of the parties and wanted to drag my disciple down with him through the fake match.”Odd Zhuo picked up a pepper and salt strip and placed it in Liangzi’s bowl.

This scene made Liangzi feel a little better, but then he saw Odd Zhuo pick up another strip and place it in Zhou Ziyi’s bowl.

Liangzi nine temples:”...”

“The decision for the match on Sun Island is very simple. First, it is based on the basic combat strength, and second, it is based on the overall performance of the match. As long as the party with the highest combat strength is suspected of going easy, it is very easy to determine that it is a fake match. Then both sides will be disqualified.”

“Then won’t student Wang Ling Be Very Dangerous?”Zhou Ziyi stared intently at the screen.

To be honest, if he had been in such a situation, he definitely wouldn’t have known what to do.

He wanted to see how Wang Ling would deal with it.

Wang Ling saw Mi Cang Wei Ming slap him again and again, leaving crisscrossing fingerprints on his originally thin little face.

He had hit him extremely hard, and it wasn’t any worse than Sakai he’s.

These slaps on his face were actually using inner strength, and Micang Weiming was deliberately inflicting internal injuries on him.

But Wang Ling could actually tell.

Micang Weiming didn’t want to do that.

As he slapped himself, tears rolled down uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

They were silent tears.

It wasn’t because of the pain.

Wang Ling had already known everything the moment he had faced Micang Weiming head-on.

Zhupu Junshan had asked Micang Weiming to pretend to be dead after injuring him as much as possible... he had deliberately let Wang Ling win so that he could be judged as a fake match.

In other words, there were many ways to judge a fake match.

But Micang Weiming had chosen one.

One that didn’t hurt anyone.

Because the final result was the same, he only needed to achieve the purpose of the fake match.

Although he knew that it was extremely unfair for Wang Ling to choose this method to study abroad.

Even if he didn’t hurt Wang Ling, he would still give him a bad reputation for fighting the fake competition.

Mi Cang Wei couldn’t think of any way to make up for it..

So he had no choice but to use this method.

After so many years..

He had survived just like that.

He had no power or influence, and had drifted along with the waves on this small cultivation island just so that his family could have a better life.

As he slapped himself...

At the same time, a strong sense of shame and resistance, as well as the loneliness of fighting alone, suddenly welled up in his heart.

It made Micang Weiming’s tears fall uncontrollably.

At that moment, he saw Wang Ling slowly approach him with his hands in his trouser pockets.

“Don’t... Don’t come close to me! Back-wave mulberry!”

His face was so swollen that he couldn’t speak.

But he was roaring in his heart.

He thought that no one could understand his helplessness and loneliness.

But in fact, when Wang Ling gradually approached him and made eye contact with him...

In an instant, Mikura Weiming suddenly felt his mind go blank, and he actually blacked out.

“What... What is this...”

At that moment, an empty universe appeared in his mind.

There wasn’t a single star in the boundless universe, and he saw Wang Ling’s lonely figure.

His heart was instantly moved.

He couldn’t imagine the scene in his mind.

He had already thought that he was the loneliest person in the world.

But he had never imagined that the young man standing in front of him would feel far more lonely than he did..

That feeling of helplessness, loneliness, and loneliness spread like a reptile, and all of a sudden, Mikagura Weiming’s mind went blank.

No one could tell what had happened at all..

Mikagura Weiming’s body went limp and he fell forward.

Wang Ling carefully caught his body and slowly laid him flat on the ground.

That move just now was called the great isolation spell..

It was also one of the more gentle spells in Wang Ling’s current Heavenly Dao spell.

There weren’t any side effects.

The victim would feel a one-in-a-billion sense of loneliness from Wang Ling, and then gradually stop thinking under the impact of this loneliness.

Thus, without any surprise, Mikura Weiming closed his eyes.

Wang Ling stared at the teenager on the ground, and his expression didn’t change in the slightest.

Before he left, he struck Mikura Weiming with a spirit light on his face.

His swollen face, which had almost been deformed by Mikura Weiming’s own strike, instantly returned to normal.