Idiom Fan smiled, laughed through and through, laughed so happily, so excited. Because what he wants is this kind of pressure, what he wants is this kind of pressure that swept like a flood of beasts, and what he wants is this kind of pressure to devour himself mercilessly.

It's just that the pressure that made the idiom Fan laugh through and out stopped suddenly at the moment when it was about to swallow him. That's right, it stopped. However, it only stopped, but did not take it back.

"Give me an answer!" At this time, the voice behind him was a little cold, a little angry, a little incomprehensible.

"I don't think I need any answer to this, Your Excellency Empress Wu. "There's nothing to answer, for the idiom Fan. Some mistakes, some mistakes, do not mean that a simple "sorry", a simple apology, can be completely and completely erased.

In the mind of idiom Fan, this scar, this scar is very deep, deep, a scar that can no longer be erased with anything and can be smoothed.

Anyone, can't!

"Why?"

Empress Wu was very puzzled, really puzzled.

Doesn't Idiom Fan want his friend to live well below, to be able to live a good life below, or to be able to cast a good baby in the future. And these, the Heavenly Rank Flower in her original hand, the Orange Heavenly Immortal Chrysanthemum Poison, can know that effect.

Faced with this "why", the idiom Fan really didn't want to say why for a while. Or is there a need for a "why"?

It's like treating others badly when you are alive, but trying to make up for it after you die. But what can be made up after death?

It didn't take long for the bouquet of heaven-level flowers in his hand, Tangerine Tianxian Chrysanthemum, to be burned by the flames in the hands of Idiom Fan, and there was not even a slag left.

"Do you think that your bunch of orange fairy chrysanthemums will be able to erase the heinous sins you committed against Xu Tianling?"

A heinous crime?

These four words, like sharp knives, stabbed into the heart of the Empress Wu. Maybe the idiom Fan is right, although she didn't ask for a hands-on, but her behavior is more cruel and vicious than doing it herself. However, he didn't think so before. It wasn't until now that the Empress Wu, who was above 10,000 people under this person, had a little bit of insight.

Of course, being in a high position, for such a woman, such a goddess, to have such a feeling, it is already the sun that comes out of the west, what else can you ask for.

"I think that the mortal world is not a place for you to stay, you should fight and go back!" Immediately, Cheng Yufan moved two steps slightly towards Xu Tianling's tombstone, "Dude, I'll come back next year's Qingming Festival, and I'll bring you your favorite snacks and drinks when the time comes, let's have a good chat!"

I originally wanted to have a good chat with Xu Tianling today, but who knew that such a big person would suddenly fall from the sky. The mood of this chat is completely gone. In addition, the recent matter about Huo Lingzi, Idiom Fan feels that it is getting more and more tricky.

originally wanted to play Infernal Affairs and use Yin Hong to find information from Wen Bai. However, the more time passed, less and less of this information was discovered. In the idiom Fan's own words, it is estimated that Wen Bai will be squeezed dry. However, from Wen Bai, he also got some very useful information from Wen Bai more or less.

Turn around.

Idiom Fan didn't bother to say hello to this master who was above 10,000 people under one person, and said goodbye. In his opinion, there was no need for this at all. Now, Yin Hong has nothing to do, and there is no need for Cheng Yufan to kneel down and beg this person again. It can be said that the idiom Fan has almost nothing to intersect with this person.

"Stop!"

Just when Idiom Fan turned around and was about to walk away, a gust of wind blew, and the figure above the ten thousand people under that person had already blocked in front of Idiom Fan.

"What, bullying?"

In the face of the sudden roadblock, Idiom Fan really couldn't bear it anymore.

"My idiom Fan has such a great ability, if you want to stop me, I can't do it, just ......" In an instant, before Idiom Fan's words were finished, the Empress Wu, who originally blocked Idiom Fan's way, felt a coercion.

That's right, this coercion is no less than the pressure that he exuded just now. It is difficult for Empress Wu to imagine what kind of existence Idiom Fan would be if Idiom Fan fell to her stage. Catching up with her? Maybe it's not a problem, or maybe he's better able to be one of the few to reach nothingness.

"I'm not trying to bully people, I just want you to understand, I'm sorry!" Empress Wu couldn't help but sigh, very helpless. He didn't expect that what happened many years ago would turn out like this. Because, from the eyes of Idiom Fan, he saw Idiom Fan's eyes on her, except for hatred, hatred is hatred.

If you insist on adding anything else, then it is apathy, endless indifference.

"Am I so unworthy of forgiveness?" Then the Empress Wu said again, and there was already a little more strangeness in her eyes. It's just that these many things, in the eyes of idiom Fan, have been completely filtered out.

"I don't know if I forgive or not, and I'm not qualified to forgive you or not!"

"Then how can you forgive me?" before he could say a word, he came back around.

Idiom Fan turned back and went in the opposite direction, and when he heard this, he didn't bother to reply, but replied lightly, saying: "I said, I have no qualifications to forgive you, because, I myself am a sinner." As a sinner, how can I be qualified by others?"

These words are not just sharp blades, not just steel knives, and the Buddha statue is the top of the Tianshan Mountain, which has already crushed her a little breathlessly.

"He's all sinners, and Idiom Fan is all sinners?"

What does this mean, and what does it mean? Empress Wu is not stupid, nor is she stupid.

Even, the Empress Wu can clearly know what the idiom Fan is thinking.

That's right, the idiom Fan is a sinner, a big sinner.

He boasted in front of his friend, but he failed to achieve his goal, and in the end he let his friend lose his life. Isn't this a sinner? And a sinner who boasts, a sinner who only knows how to speak big words and cannot achieve his goals. Such a sinner, such a criminal punishment, over the years, I am afraid that the idiom Fan has endured to the extreme.

"But," however, just as Idiom Fan took another step, "You can be forgiven if you want to, but it's not me who forgives you, but him!" Finally, Idiom Fan's index finger pointed deeply to the posthumous photo on the tombstone, the three blood-red characters.

"Him?"

"That's right, as for how you want to get his forgiveness is your business, of course, I can also be very kind to help you!" Idiom Fan's voice was still so cold, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

"How can I help?"

But just as the words fell, a "jingling" voice had already sounded in front of her.

"Use it, it's my benevolence to you!" Immediately, Idiom Fan took a step and walked towards the outside of the Emperor's Mausoleum, without looking back!