Chapter 88 Your Son Looks Exactly Like You

Wang Ling felt that this was not a good thing. If Erha was just an ordinary dog, it would be fine, but Erha was essentially a demon king. Although his strength was not as good as before, he was still dangerous.

Wang Ling could clearly feel that after four weeks of school, Erha's aura was much heavier than before, which was enough to prove that Erha had not given up his life as a clam, and was still trying to adapt to his current body. Moreover, he was trying to practice again.

Although the 60th Middle School was calm during the days of the Spirit Sword Exchange Conference, Erha did not take the opportunity to do something when Wang Ling was away. He lived his life after rebirth day after day... learning to be a dog, being pinched by students, and being teased by the parrot Erdan.

In the 60th Middle School, Erha was actually very popular. A green Akita was really eye-catching. Not only in Class 3 of Senior One, Erha's reputation was also very loud in other classes. Every day, students from neighboring classes or even seniors would bring food to Erha. Dog biscuits, sauced bone sticks, beef, etc.

During this period, Erha learned a lot. For example, Erha's barking is more skillful than before, and even the way he chews the sauced bones is much more standard than before... From all aspects, Erha is trying to get rid of his former identity and trying to integrate into the collective life of No. 60 Middle School, and is working hard to become a reborn dog god.

However, being able to gain the trust of others does not mean that Wang Ling can also gain his trust. In Wang Ling's opinion, as a loyal dog, Erha still lacks some training. No matter who wants to take Erha back, Wang Ling is a little worried.

The discussion in the class is quite heated. Except for four students who said that they can't keep dogs at home, the remaining eleven students in Class 3 of Senior One have expressed a strong desire to keep dogs.

According to Master Erdan, you still have to find a professional to keep a dog. Of course, Wang Ling will not doubt the professionalism of this masochist. If Erha is handed over to Master Erdan to raise, Wang Ling is relatively relieved. Because Erdan the parrot is not an ordinary bird. This is a bird that even its owner can train. Wang Ling estimated that if Erha was sent to Guo Hao's house, he might be happy...

When it came to the final decision, Teacher Pan Shengcong found that he had underestimated Erha's power in the eyes of his classmates.

Seeing such a heated discussion in the class, Teacher Pan cleared his throat and said, "Let Erha choose for himself."

After all, Erha is not an ordinary dog, and the value of IQ is reflected at this time.

After hearing what Teacher Pan said, Erha stood up excitedly.

After being suppressed in school for so long, he finally had the opportunity to go out and take a look!

The colorful world, cute big-breasted girls, and even fatter...flies! The flies in the No. 60 Middle School area are thin and small, and Erha has long wanted to go somewhere else to see!

But soon, Erha's excitement was extinguished by Wang Ling's eyes...

Erha has seen this kind of eyes.

And, almost instantly, it aroused the fear from the depths of Erha's soul.

Legend has it that Wang Ling's look at the opening meeting was killing...

Finally, Erha came to Wang Ling's feet with his head down, pressed his ears, and lay down obediently. He didn't dare to resist or make any rash moves.

Well, he was very sensible...

Wang Ling nodded with satisfaction.

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After school, Wang Ling found a secluded corner and teleported Erha directly back to the Wang family's small villa in the suburbs.

Erha was shocked! What the hell! ? What is this? Teleportation? The teleportation technique in the Three Thousand Avenues?

As a reborn demon king, Erha still has these basic concepts. The so-called Three Thousand Daos are countless. The so-called Three Thousand Avenues, all of which lead to the Heavenly Dao.

Ancient law says that among the Three Thousand Daos, it takes a hundred years to comprehend one, a thousand years to cultivate one, and ten thousand years to master one.

A sixteen-year-old boy actually knows three thousand great ways... Erha felt that his thousand-year cultivation as a demon king had all gone to waste.

As the person who had experienced Wang Ling's ability six years ago, no one in the world knew Wang Ling's fear better than Erha. At the age of ten, he killed the thousand-year-old demon king who was so powerful in the gate of the alien world with just one punch. And Wang Ling six years later was obviously even more powerful.

Thinking of this, Erha couldn't help but feel a little sad. Although as a demon king, the self-esteem of the demon king told Erha countless times that he must strive forward and work hard, maybe he could still save a glimmer of life... But when facing Wang Ling, Erha always felt weak.

What was even more terrifying was that when Erha found himself being held in Wang Ling's arms, the thought of "why not just obey..." flashed through his mind.

Erha covered his face and felt that his integrity as a demon king had been completely annihilated.

When Wang Ling opened the door, he found two strange men in his house. The two men were wearing suits, sunglasses, and carrying a suitcase. Wang Ling took a glance and saw through it, and found that the suitcase was filled with stacks of cash, with an amount of at least one million.

Wang's father stood at the entrance, solemnly bidding farewell to the two men in suits, with no smile on his face: "Goodbye."

Seeing this scene, Wang Ling knew that the negotiation was probably over.

The two men in suits looked at Wang Ling: "Who is this?"

"This is my son." Wang's father said.

"Your son looks so much like you!"

Wang Ling: "..."

When Father Wang heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched sharply: "..." Damn, I don't look like me, but I look like you!

Wang Ling knew that the men in suits were trying to get close to each other by force. As expected, one of the men in suits reached out to Wang Ling and said, "Hello, handsome man. I'm from Shanshui Manor."

Landscape Manor? Wang Ling recalled it carefully, and suddenly remembered that he had heard this name somewhere. It seemed that it often appeared on TV commercials. It seemed like... a liquor seller?

Wang Ling was holding Loopy Ha and couldn't move his hands at all. The man in the suit retracted his hand in embarrassment and said, "That's it. My Shanshui Manor is very interested in the antique mask that Mr. Wang bought not long ago, and I want to pay a high price for it." Re-acquisition. Today's negotiations are almost over. We come here with full sincerity..." When talking about "sincerity", the man in the suit did not forget to weigh the box: "I hope Mr. Wang and your father can... Think carefully. We will visit you again in two days."

Then, the two of them took off the shoe covers on their leather shoes, bowed respectfully to Wang Jiao and his son, turned around and left the Wang family's small villa.

Wang Ling glanced at the shoes of the two of them out of the corner of his eye... Good guys, they belong to Wang Nima! The price of just this pair of leather shoes is enough to buy myself noodles for a whole decade! ...