After Shen Zhibai finished eating angry dishes, he did not eat the dishes like the first two times, and immediately gave birth to a wispy from the heart, and felt the magic of the long lettuce.

Because his legs are good, there is no longer such a strong thought.

He now just wants to live well, take care of his sister and follow Mr.

Of course, he does not say anything about following or gratitude, but keeping it firmly in his heart.He believes that through his own efforts, he will one day be qualified and can follow Mr. Yan.

All you need to do is try to improve your abilities.

As for his ability to improve himself, he has not yet considered it clearly, but it is definitely not the ability to improve himself.

In terms of strength, no matter how he improves, it is impossible to reach the height of Mr. Yan.

Also, not needed.

Therefore, it can only be in other capabilities, such as stratacracity, strategy, administration, intelligence and so on.The role that you need to play is the housekeeper, the military division, etc.

Yan Qinghe did not know that Shen Zhibai was thinking, nor did Shen Zhibai, in order to follow him, was ready to learn all kinds of knowledge.

...

The next morning, Yan Qinghe returned to the bamboo garden.

He originally planned to fly to the Confucian holy land today to collect the spirit of Confucianism, but after the recipe of hate and pity dishes came out, he could only make these two dishes first...

The seven meals are the main dish of the long-lived inn.

But where does hate and pity go to collect?It was a problem, so he didn’t know where to go.

Hatred of the Court?Civil Affairs Bureau?

Pity, child welfare home?

If it weren’t for these places, it would seem like you’d be trying your luck.

At this time, Yan Qingyang sat in the car, his mind flashed a possible place, but they all shook their heads.

He didn’t know where to go to collect both of these breaths.

Last night, in the man who packed up, he collected a wisp of hatred, which should be a good thing that hate Shen Zhibai had destroyed him.

As for him to clean up each other, it should be painful to be out of pain.

After a moment, he drove the car at will to see if he had found it on the road, and then turned around to the court, the Civil Affairs Bureau and other places.

Hatred is collected in a dozen, but not much.

However, it is not a harvest, at least you can make a few hate dishes.

At noon, Yan Qingkang found a place to eat, and when he came out after his meal, he found that the building was very noisy dozens of meters ahead.Hidden to hear "want to jump", "quickly jump", "how not to jump" and the like, slightly surprised.

"Someone jumped, look at it."

Someone shouted on the road, driving a group of people to run over excitedly.

At this time, Yan Qingyang stopped to look and found a girl about 20 years old, standing outside the glass curtain wall on the eighth floor of the department store.

He approached quickly, his eyebrows not wrinkled.

Below, hundreds of people were watching the bustle, looking up at the girl upstairs jumping, cheering and applause from time to time.

"If you want to jump, jump."

“Hurry up, why don’t you jump?”

“There’s something to jump on, no ability to die?Hurry up and jump.”

“Come on, jump one.”

When Yan Qingyang approached, he heard these words to encourage others to live lightly, and his heart could not help but tremble, and some dazed and strange people looked at these people.

"It shouldn't be so."

He had a voice in his heart.

In the face of a dying life, these people do not show anxiety and sympathy, but indulge their light life.As a normal-minded spectator, we should help the suicidal person to get through the difficulties, give up the idea of life, and cherish life.

This is equivalent to indirect killing.

If the jumper is your relative, father, husband, son, do you want him to jump off?

“They can’t die.”

"Wance my time."

“Fuck, haven’t you jumped?”

At this time, Yan Qingqing's heart was trembling, and he felt a lot of joy and anger, at least hundreds of wiss.

These people, not only did not find a way to save the girls above, but constantly urged to jump down, as well as holding a mobile phone in the circle of friends, said to waste their time.

The glare was shocked by the indifference and ruthlessness in front of him.

Light life is certainly not desirable, but encouraging others to live lightly is even less desirable and disgusting.

At this moment, he looked at an excited face, and his heart produced a hint of sadness.

These people not only see death and not save, but also are keen to seek stimulation in a boring life, and sprinkle a handful of salt on the scars of others.

To enjoy the suicide of others, to entertain their own mood.

Seeing others commit suicide, their hearts felt happy, and even for the suiciders finally jumped to their deaths, and shouted in their hearts.

“What’s the matter?”

In his heart, Yan Qingying could not help but ask, is the indifference of the human heart reaching an incredible point?

"Don't jump, girl, don't jump."

An old man in his seventies, watching the girl above shouted, his face was full of anxiety.

Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out by the sound of "jumping and jumping ah", and he could not help but feel some pain when he heard the urging of others.

When he heard this voice, he finally had some comfort in his heart.

Moreover, he found that most of the people who were compassionate were elderly.

Police and fire departments have carried out several rescues, but all failed.

Yan Qing's eyebrows frowned tightly, to see if he could save her life, and it was also a chance for her.

Are you afraid of death and afraid of being alive?

Yan Qingyang could suddenly appear next to the girl, but there were hundreds of people below, so he was ready to catch up below.

With his current strength, there should be no problem in picking it up.

However, the girl may be injured, but death is not.

Under the sound of the next round of urging jump, the girl slightly moved her head, her eyes seemed very empty and godless.

At this time, Yan Qingyang heard those voices could not help but feel a fire in their hearts, and the figure was constantly disappearing, and a slap was given to those who were slapped.

“Who hit me?”

“Oh, it hurts me.”

Many people slapped themselves with their immediately red and swollen faces, and they were actually slapped, but they did not even see the shadow.

Ten minutes later, the girl jumped.

“I jumped, I jumped.”

"Oh, I've finally jumped, I've waited so long."

“I’ve got my phone and I can finally make a circle of friends.”

Many people are screaming with excitement and have a feeling of excitement in their hearts.

At this time, Yan Qinghe's spirit was highly concentrated, speculating on the position of the girl's fall, and found that it was not on the air cushion, and it seemed to be his own.

His figure suddenly disappeared, then appeared in the position of the girl's fall, and frantically used the "empty object" to hold, in order to reduce the impact.

When the girl fell, he immediately caught his hands.

Although at this time, the impact was not very large, but in order not to hurt the girl, Yan Qingyang hugged the girl on the ground and rolled several times.

At this time, everyone was stunned and was caught?

Is it not dead?

...