Chapter 2497

The plot itself is made up of your brain.

I'm not sick at all.

"Professor Zhang, let me tell you the truth. I'm not ill at all."

"What happened today is all made up by your own brain." Qin Luo gnawed his teeth and said.

No more. I'll have a showdown.

I don't have any disease.

You can imagine what's going on here.

Zhang Guoyang:! @#￥%……”

All the people said: "Oh! @#￥……”

I'm not sick. Are you all brain tonic?

Hearing Qin Luo's words, people looked at each other, speechless.

What the hell is going on here?

"Qin Luo!" Chen Qiangsheng was the first to come back to his senses. He stretched out his hand and pulled lachinlo's right arm, indicating that Qin Luo would say less.

But now, Qin Luo's talk box has been opened. How can Chen Qiangsheng stop it.

Qin Luo didn't care about other things, and didn't want to worry about others. He immediately said, "there are you, Chen bu. I really don't know where you can see that I'm sick."

"Others are looking forward to good people. Why do you always expect me to get cancer?"

"I really want to ask a question, I have cancer, it is good for you, for China?"

"Cough." Chen Qiangsheng was speechless by Qin Luo.

After a long time, he said, "Qin Luo, you misunderstood me. I was looking forward to your cancer. I'm not worried about your serious illness. I'll see a doctor earlier."

"Well, Chen Bu, I'll tell you officially now, don't talk about cancer. I'm not sick at all. I'm very healthy now."

After that, Qin Luo's eyes turned again, this time Qin Luo looked at Fu Zhendong!

Looking at Fu Zhendong, Qin Luo's teeth itch.

It's Fu Zhendong. It's all his rumor that made him sick

Without Fu Zhendong, he would not have suffered so many crimes.

Qin Luo looked at it like this, Fu Zhendong's small heart was shaking.

I don't know why, he always has a kind of hairy feeling in his mind.

"Cough, Qin Luo, I didn't say anything. You said it yourself." Without waiting for Qin Luo to open his mouth, Fu Zhendong has decided to strike first.

I said?

I said a hammer!

"Fu Yuan, I'm curious. What did I say to make you have such a judgment?" Qin Luo half narrowed his eyes and fixed his eyes on Fu Zhendong. He asked in his mouth.

"Cough ~" Fu Zhendong coughed and said with embarrassment, "aren't you worried about your life? I'm still going to die soon. "

"You said, you said that. It's not cancer. What is it?"

Worried about his own life, Qin Luo admitted that he did say this.

But the last sentence: it's gone soon.

Hehe, Fu Yuan, are you sure I said this sentence? I think it's your own brain that makes up for it!

"Fu Yuan, are you sure?"

"Sure, of course!" Fu Zhendong nodded seriously.

"Make sure Qin Luo immediately interrupted Fu Zhendong: "Fu Yuan, I have not said that I don't know."

"To be sure, I did worry about my own life, but the last sentence soon disappeared. Are you sure I said it?"

"Did I say something myself, and I didn't feel a bit forced to count myself?"

Emmmmm, the last sentence?

Fu Zhendong's smile was stiff on his face. Indeed, the latter half of the sentence was not Qin Luo's original words.