This is really a heart-piercing statement.

This is true not only in the mortal world, but also in the heavens.

An Qingge thought of what happened to him, and his mood suddenly became bad: "I know this, if you offend people with rights, you will be unlucky, and you can't change this or there." Speaking of this, An Qingge sighed deeply.

In her life, it is impossible for her to surpass Puhua Immortal Jun.

The Immortal Monarch of Puhua is almost more than 200,000 years old, and he is in charge of the Heavenly Clan's law.

It will take tens of thousands of years for her to be able to cultivate to the gods, how can she take revenge.

An Qingge still felt that he had done his errand honestly, so go back and honestly go to Puhua Xianjun's mansion to apologize.

Fu Yunchen turned his head and saw An Qingge's sad appearance, so he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth: "You are still quite smart about this." ”

"I think that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil, and it is better not to do evil things, so as not to be liquidated after death." An Qingge continued.

It's the first time Fu Yunchen has seen such a superstition, how did this An Qingge grow up.

An Qingge felt Fu Yunchen's gaze on his body: "You may fall into a disassembly because of the things in front of you, but when you move forward, there will always be a time to walk over, and there is no hurdle in this world that you can't pass." ”

Fu Yunchen chuckled: "But my legs are like this, do you think I can cross any hurdle." ”

An Qingge: .......

It seems so.

That's what it means, anyway.

Seeing that An Qingge didn't speak, Fu Yunchen's mood was good: "Although you are usually stupid, you are still quite funny when you talk." ”

An Qingge felt that this mortal was not worthy of her Pudu, he fell into the obstacle and became obscured, and when he died, he knew that he would regret it.

You must know that a certain woman thinks that this mortal has to determine what kind of Meng Po soup they drink according to his life, if there is no evil, then it is delicious, if there is a lot of evil, Meng Po soup is very unpleasant.

It is said that the most unpleasant to drink is the Meng Po soup, which is the footwashing water of the guardian ghosts of the eighteen layers of hell.

The kind that hasn't washed her feet for thousands of years, she wants to vomit just thinking about it.

When Fu Yunchen really died, she would definitely go to the underworld, and watching Fu Yunchen drink that, she felt a little happy when she thought about it.

So An Qingge couldn't help laughing.

But Fu Yunchen put away his laughter when he heard An Qingge's laughter: "What are you laughing at." ”

An Qingge immediately put it away: "I was praised by the young master just now, so I am in a good mood." ”

"Did I just praise you?" Fu Yunchen said lightly.

An Qingge could only look at Fu Yunchen with a simple face: "I like you to talk, young master, so for me, you just boasted." ”

Fu Yunchen looked at An Qingge carefully: "Just now, it doesn't seem that you were asked to check your brain, wait for you to do a CT CT on your brain to see if there is anything wrong with your brain, you know, if there is a problem with the brain, then it is easy to inherit it to children." ”

Heredity, An Qingge searched in his mind, and it seemed that his parents' illness was passed on to the next generation.

Stupid mortals, no, still think about these things.

At this time, Lin Wu answered the phone, and then walked to Fu Yunchen's side, and said to Fu Yunchen respectfully: "Young master, the results of the examination have come out." ”

"Then let's go." Fu Yunchen opened his mouth lightly.

After Fu Yunchen finished speaking, Lin Wu immediately squeezed An Qingge to the side, and he came to push Fu Yunchen's wheelchair.