The Daily Life of the Immortal King

From small to large, probably everyone has heard the same legend - the school that I attended was once a graveyard.

Regarding the authenticity of this legend, Wang Ling could not accurately verify it. But the fact is that the soil that I stepped on under my feet was indeed a graveyard... The land of the graveyard has always been cheap, until the land was purchased by the government's educational institutions six hundred years ago, and it was built in the sixtieth.

Now think about it, it is a bit creepy.

You know, the playground in the sixtieth was originally part of the graveyard. Now every morning, on the playground, the students who are full of 550 sets of radio gymnastics are no different from the graves!

It is precisely because of this that you can see all sorts of weird things in the current class.

In short, Wang Ling's concerns are not without reason.

He cannot accurately control the spiritual output. In addition, the predecessor of the sixtieth was originally a grave. Now that the two most terrible factors are coming together, it is difficult to guarantee that they will make up the strange ghosts that even Pan can't clean up.

When I saw that Wang Ling was not working, Pan also took the hand and slowly walked over. In her opinion, it was not a good luck for Wang Ling to enter the elite class, or the system had a bug. In fact, it is simply a scum.

"Why doesn't this classmate draw a character? Or did you just understand something? The teacher can teach you by hand!"

Can't understand?

This is simply insulting my IQ.

Wang Ling silently turned a blind eye to Teacher Pan, but it is going to be dead! understand?

At the moment, it is not allowed to be the master of Wang Ling. Low-key is a very important aspect, but Wang Ling does not want to be a waste of firewood that is mixed into the elite class by luck.

Staring deeply at the yellow sign in front of him, Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and then lifted the brush.

Now, I can only try to control the spiritual output...

At the moment this symbol is completed, Wang Ling has already held his breath. The circle of friends around is a kind of mentality that is not too big to watch.

Like everyone else's steps, the yellow character floated in the void for a moment, then accompanied by a dazzling light.

Then, a slightly large figure of blue is appearing in front of everyone.

The next moment, Teacher Pan was petrified.

The classmates around are petrified.

Even Wang Ling himself is petrified.

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I didn’t think that I would see my life for the third time in this way. It was the existence of childhood shadow.

With the strength of Wang Ling, if the control is not good, the ghosts summoned are all eighty-nine.

In this sixtieth, the biggest ghost, in fact, Tamar is himself!

After the gods were sealed, the gods swallowed a glimpse of the soul and escaped from the seal. They did not expect to be summoned here by Wang Ling.

At this moment, my heart has collapsed.

While watching Wang Ling, its cold sweats are not only mad.

"Oh..." At the moment of screaming, I was crying and crying.

It has already felt the murderousness of Wang Ling, but there is a suspicious move by himself. It does not doubt that Wang Ling will not hesitate to kill himself...

Therefore, in order to keep the last trace of his own broken soul, this swallowed the swallows of the shame that has never been seen before.

Use a frog called the avenue to Jane to prove that he has no lethality.

Who can think of... As a five-level demon king in the queue of once-beasted beasts, nowadays it is embarrassing to rely on this way of pretending to be mentally retarded to prove that it is purely natural and harmless.

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Wang Ling didn't expect that she would see her life for the third time in this way. It was the shadow of childhood.

The culprit, who had ruined his own two hundred years of cruelty, once again appeared in front of his own eyes, and in order to smash his own life, he pretended to be a pet for publicity.

What is the festival of the demon king?

However, this pitiful appearance, on the contrary, really made Wang Ling unable to bear to start.

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Although this is only a five-level monster that has been beaten with only a remnant soul, it is still a very fierce monster in the eyes of many people.

But this is only a swallow, but very clever, with a frog call, instantly wash yourself.

"Wang Ling classmates and this swallowing scorpion really have a relationship..." In the 30 seconds after the appearance of the swallow, Pan was always in a state of arrogance.

She is very clear that with her own strength, it is very likely that she will not be able to deal with these monsters. But this frog called, but gave her a full reassurance.

It turned out that this is just a shackle that is too weak to even say anything!

- I am still afraid of a fart!

“The students are relieved that this magic has no residual force. It is sealed for the teacher.”

Between the words, Mr. Pan quickly pointed to the path of the immortal, grasping the remnant of swallowing the sky with one hand, and grasping the ghost of the dog bone on the ground in one hand, to make the soul blend together.

The result of a chemical reaction between a demon king's monster and a lower creature, Wang Ling is clear.

The demon king's own enormous spiritual power will help the puppy to reshape the body, and after the body is reshaped, the demon king can also gain the flesh.

This is the best of both worlds. On the one hand, it can limit the remnants of swallowing the sky, on the other hand, it can be regarded as a bit of a poor puppy who has been eaten meat.

Swallowing Scorpio certainly realizes that what it means to blend in with the soul of this skeleton dog. It means that its own spiritual power will be greatly weakened, and at the same time, it will become a dog in the future...

I will not show you with the performance of your performance, and force an impromptu performance that loves you most...

At this moment, Wang Ling almost heard the hope of swallowing despair...

Teacher Pan is not a teacher of Pan. As a pioneer in the six-year middle school struggle for the whole year, this set of techniques is flowing, with almost no pause.

"Classmates, the teacher has already conquered this monster. I did not expect that the god of this thing has been sealed, or let it separate the soul. But now it is no longer, it is restricted by the body, can play out The spiritual power is very small." Teacher Pan said with pride: "Everyone will use it as the mascot of our class."

After a burst of light, everyone saw a gray-green little dog appearing in front of everyone with a new attitude.

"Ah, Akita!"

The heart of Sun Rong’s girl is in full swing.

"But the color of this dog is so strange, why is it green?"

"It's because of the fusion of swallowing the sky." Two egg masters pushed the glasses and sighed: "An era of looking at the face. Looks good, who cares what color you dye."

Chen Chao proudly picked up Akita and, by the way, squeezed this fat face: "Do we give this dog a name? Just call...Erha?"

Wang Ling: "..."

Erha: "..."

"Hey, why don't you call it? You should know it, now you are a dog, not a beggar."

Erha: "..."

Silently blinking at the face of Wang Ling.

Erha suddenly discovered that the most tragic thing in the twins was not to hit Wang Ling three times in succession. But it feels good, but in front of Wang Ling, I still have to work hard to keep smiling...