The Daily Life of the Immortal King

In fact, Wang Ling felt that he was really not a stingy person... Spend money where it should be spent, and never waste a penny where it shouldn't be spent. The concept of consumption economy established under the guidance of Getting a haircut is just a trivial matter. In comparison, Wang Ling is more willing to spend the money for a haircut on something simple.

Recently, he heard that the little raccoon has a new flavor. He heard that it is the flavor of Banlangen mustard. Wang Ling planned to buy a pack and try it. If I can save the money for this haircut, I can buy several more packs!

In the barber shop, after the silence, the apprentice brother named by Wang Ling showed an unbelievable expression, and turned to Wang Ling and bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your trust in me! I I will try my best!"

Wang Ling nodded indifferently, then found a place to sit down.

Everyone around was looking at Wang Ling with all kinds of strange eyes... Because the apprentice barber was actually a very scary existence. The level of terror is no less than that of a new trainee nurse in the hospital. The only difference is that one person sticks a needle in your skin and another breaks ground on your scalp.

Probably, only Wang Ling can have the courage...

This should be the first time this apprentice has trimmed the hair of a guest. The younger brother held an electric razor in his hand, and a few drops of cold sweat dripped from the corners of his eyebrows. A little nervous: "I...I'm going to start."

It's just an inch, as long as the sides and the back are pushed clean... It's not difficult!

The apprentice brother comforted himself, but the moment the electric razor touched Wang Ling's scalp, the little brother's hands trembled!

In an instant, he shaved the back of Wang Ling's head bald...

Bro:"……"

boss:"……"

Wang Ling touched his bald scalp and shook his head. Then the hair there actually grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon grew from Wu Ke to Saiyan...

The boss and his friends were stunned: "..." Damn! ? And this kind of operation?

In about an hour, Wang Ling walked out of the barber shop smoothly.

The boss grabbed Wang Ling and said, "Really don't leave!"

Then, Wang Ling saw the boss took out two hundred dollars from his trouser pocket and stuffed it into Wang Ling's hand.

Wang Ling: "???"

The boss pointed behind him, the floor was full of hair, and looked at Wang Ling gratefully: "Thanks to the real person for providing the hair to my shop... The immortal's hair is so good that it can be made into a high-end wig. Set! These two hundred dollars are the price of hair, I hope the real person will come often in the future!"

Wang Ling: "..."

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Wang Ling headed home, and his pockets were full of crispy noodles that were sold at half price in the supermarket. This time, he shaved his head and picked up 200 yuan for free, which allowed Wang Ling's stock of crispy noodles to be replenished to a certain extent.

When he got home, Wang Ling noticed that many people had come to the house today.

Thunder Throwing Zhenjun was waiting in the living room with Song Qingshu, and the old man politely served a bowl of mung bean soup for each of them. In the big summer, the old people have the habit of boiling mung bean soup to defeat the fire. Mr. Wang's mung bean soup was still a star dish in the restaurant when he was young. Every day is limited supply, a bowl is hard to find...

But it is a pity that these two goods do not know how to cherish, nor do they know how to be grateful. I stared at this bowl of mung bean soup and began to wonder what the mung beans in it meant. In just a while, I even counted how many mung beans were in the bowl.

In fact, Song Qingshu didn't have this problem at first, but after being with the Thunder Throwing True Monarch for a few days, he was brought down like this...

"Brother Ling!" Seeing Wang Ling's appearance, Thrushi clasped his fists politely, and Song Qingshu, who was beside him, also stood up and saluted, with a mouthful of Lingren.

Thunder Throwing Zhenjun looked at Wang Ling, who had shaved his head. He seemed to have heard the old man say that Wang Ling was going to participate in military training: "Have you had a haircut?"

Wang Ling gave a "hmm".

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "Hey, brother! I think it's better to have long hair!"

Wang Ling: "..."

The old man doesn't care about Wang Ling's affairs, he still has to follow the drama! Seeing Wang Ling coming, he quickly waved his hands and said to the two of them, "What's in there... there's still some mung bean soup in the pot. If there's not enough to fill it up, let's talk about it first."

"Okay, thank you, Senior!" Thunder Throwing True Monarch nodded sternly.

At the same time, he pondered in his heart: Later, the mung bean soup must be brought home, and the mystery in this soup must be carefully studied! Maybe after drinking this soup, you will be hopeful when you step into Lianxu!

Wang Ling: "..."

Returning to the topic, Thunder Throwing True Monarch sat on the sofa, looked at Wang Ling and said, "Brother Ling, I'm here to find you this time, and I have good news to tell you! Thanks to Xiao Song this time, the stone ghost face maker has already down!"

Song Qingshu followed along and said, "I just provided a little clue. Thanks to the Senior Thunder Throwing True Monarch and the Black Senior, they located the location based on the clues."

Hearing this, Wang Ling nodded. Song Qingshu still fulfilled his promise and did not break his promise. And being able to find the maker of the stone ghost face means that soon, the matter of the stone ghost face will come to an end. As for the immortal castle that attempted to use the stone ghost face to rise secretly, its conspiracy will also be completely shattered.

Of course, this is the ideal situation.

In fact, Wang Ling was also curious about the identity of the mask maker.

"According to the positioning Xiao Hei gave me, the producer is not far from here." Thunder Throwing True Monarch opened the positioning text message sent by Xiao Hei, which clearly marked the displacement distance between the two points, a total of 800 kilometer.

Ordinary monks can reach this point in twenty minutes by stepping on the flying sword.

Wang Ling held his chin and looked at the coordinates from Xiao Hei, frowned slowly, and the more he looked, the more familiar this place became...

"Brother rest assured, this place was found by Xiao Hei after repeated calculations and verification combined with my great mana tracking. There is absolutely no mistake!" Thunder Throwing True Monarch said with oath.

However, Wang Ling always had a bad premonition, and his eyelids began to twitch again.

One-star disaster warning, I don't know what will happen in the past...

Wang Ling asked Thunder Throwing True Monarch and Song Qingshu to put their hands on his shoulders, and then with a "Sa" sound, the three of them teleported in the direction of the coordinates at the same time...

Immediately after, an old-fashioned restaurant appeared in front of him.

Looking at the huge plaque hanging on the door of the restaurant with the words "Late Night Canteen", Wang Ling fell into a deep thought... Damn! Why is this place!

Could it be that the shop owner used to be an artifact refiner? From the refiner to the cook... Wang Ling felt that this was even more exaggerated than the king of cross-border singers!

True Lord Thunder Throwing looked at Wang Ling's long-lost facial paralysis with a twitchy expression, and couldn't help but be a little curious: "Brother Ling, it seems that you have been here before?"

Before a few people entered the door, the melodious singing in the store came one after another: That is the person I miss and love day and night...

Wang Ling couldn't help sighing in his heart: Life, as expected, Tamar is a circle!