Hua Baibeard didn't mean to say anything, and Meng Liangliang continued to be silent. She didn't know what else to do but be silent.

The grandfather of the Wei family is old, and after going through so many two days, his spirit is a little unbearable. But he didn't take Wei Jibai back immediately, but sincerely thanked Meng Liangliang and chatted a few words, sent a box of cash as a loss fee, and then took Wei Jibai to the car.

Before leaving, the white-bearded man did not forget to pull Meng Liangliang and his friends.

Meng Liangliang looked at his nickname, Qin Yang. I don't know if it's a name or a road number.

Seeing the Wei family's car go away, Meng Liangliang walked straight to the location of the ATM machine. Before she could get there, Whitebeard sent a picture. The picture is accompanied by a text: My handsome junior brother, young and promising, has no bad habits.

Soon the white beard sent another text: My junior brother doesn't like to take pictures, Xiao Xiao is not expressive enough, and he is very good-looking.

Looking at these two messages, Meng Liangliang couldn't help but have a white-bearded association of adding friends to send photos whenever he met someone.

She looked at the picture again, and the more she looked at it, the more she was amazed—the soul painter.

Whitebeard is still sending messages, Amway his junior brother. Meng Liangliang only had time to reply to an emoji, because she had already walked to the ATM room, opened the box, and smelled the fragrance of soft girl coins.

She was immersed in the sound of touching money, counting money, saving money, and listening to the sound of the machine counting money, and she couldn't extricate herself.

Because of this process of enjoyment, the time to save money was stretched and extended, and when she finally walked out of the ATM room, the sky was already dark.

The autumn breeze is slightly cool, and a thin mist fills the campus.

Meng Liangliang sat on the edge of the playground, savoring the fragrance of the soft girl coin, and at the same time a sense of confusion rose from the bottom of his heart.

The goals she set as a human being have now been exceeded. But she felt that being a god was not as easy as being a man.

Man has a human responsibility, and God has a divine responsibility.

She is familiar with the human world, but she has no understanding of God's world and God's responsibilities.

Meng Liangliang is not a sentimental person, she just sighed a few times, then stood up and stretched a long lazy waist, stretching her body to the maximum.

She kicked away the confusion in her heart. Start thinking pragmatically about what to do next.

The world of gods can still find gods or ghosts to ask for advice, but the world of immortal cultivators is dark for her, and she can't find an entry point, and everything inside is unknown.

It's very passive.

She first had to make up an identity, so that she could enter that circle calmly and naturally. One or two recognized her as a ghost master, can she cut in from here.

Meng Liangliang took out his mobile phone, clicked on Xin Yue's chat box, pondered for a long time, and closed it again. Waiting for the other party to contact you is more advantageous than actively contacting the other party.

A man's heart is weak because he has no power. God is also weak in heart because he has no power.

Right now, the most important thing is to accumulate divine power and practice magic. The more capable you are, the more leeway you have to face some things in the future.

In a word: it's serious to find a place to roll around first.

Meng Liangliang looked up at the camera three meters away, then lowered his head to look at the dew-soaked turf, and then looked at the morning exercise figures not far away.

But the world is so big, why is it so difficult to find a place where you can dive in.

So Meng Liangliang put the matter of cultivation in second place. Finding a house, finding a house that is convenient for cultivation has become her top priority.

She also read a lot of real estate information, and felt that finding a suitable house was not much different from looking for a needle in a haystack. She also plans to go back to her hometown city hospital to complete the task sent by Lao Wang. Time and energy are limited. After thinking about it, Meng Liangliang decided to entrust it directly to an intermediary.

After careful inquiry and comparison, she chose the most cost-effective agency. When the sky was bright, it was estimated that someone was at work, and Meng Liangliang dialed the phone. After clarifying the requirements, he emphasized that it doesn't matter if it's a murderous house, it's even better if it's a murderous house.

The murderous house is cheap.

Meng Liangliang had a class today, and it was too late to go back to the dormitory to wash up, so she simply walked directly to the classroom where the class was held.

She came late, but Su Xiaonuan helped her occupy a good position to attend the class.

As soon as he sat down, Su Xiaonuan pushed over a cup of oatmeal porridge and two meat buns. Her eyes crooked with a smile, "Please eat." Help me write a report. ”

Meng Liangliang was a little surprised. She knew that Su Xiaonuan didn't have to worry about writing a report, and this product always had the ability to pick up a paragraph in the east and tear it down in the west, and in the end, it could perfectly integrate them and be reborn. With a well-deserved net in hand, the report is there.

This is the magic of chasing after the fan, and even the time for excerpts and combinations has been contributed?

"The report was handed over to me. Meng Liangliang glanced at the tempting aroma of the breakfast, washed the back of his head for a few seconds, and continued to speak, "I've eaten it, don't waste it." You eat. ”

Su Xiaonuan's head was buried in the book again—in the mobile phone he was holding. She didn't raise her head and said, "Eat quickly, you have to eat breakfast to lose weight." ”

The class bell rang at this time.

Meng Liangliang opened the schoolbag first and took out a pencil case and notebook. When she opened her school bag, she realized that her meal card was not in the bag.

Ever since she had learned from King 2 that most of the food was not good for God. Meal cards are not necessary for her, and she often loses them in the dormitory.

Meng Liangliang looked at Su Xiaonuan.

Early autumn is another season to pay tuition. She was worried that she was running out of money and would save money on food.

Whatever the report, it was all to take care of her self-esteem.

Meng Liangliang put away the porridge and meat buns, looked at Su Xiaonuan and thanked him sincerely and seriously, "Xiaonuan, thank you." ”

Su Xiaonuan turned her gaze when she heard the voice and rubbed her arm, "Why are you looking at me like this, you are angry." ”