My Wife Is The Final Boss Chapter 999 - 550: Miss Zhu Runs Into Trouble Everywhere (Do

"Head?" Huang’Er tilted her head.

"It’s the Sea of Consciousness Purple Mansion," Ah Qing explained. "The Sea of Consciousness, as the storytellers often say, is your soul. You can understand it as the current Zhu Pingniang you’re seeing is one stage of her soul’s appearance."

"I... kind of get it. So, the appearance can’t be changed at will," Huang’Er contemplated.

"It can be changed at will," Ah Qing extended a finger, "but once changed, it’s not her true self anymore. Naturally, Pingniang wouldn’t use a false appearance with you all."

"So that’s it, it can be changed, but... it’s not real." Huang’Er pursed her lips, thinking Pingniang must be quite tolerant to have been ridiculed for so long without taking it to heart.

Turns out Pingniang could look more attractive.

Perhaps these clueless girls should talk less about her figure in the future?

But without talking about those, how could they close the distance between them and Pingniang from the Immortal Sect?

Huang’Er remained silent for a while and then asked, "Ms. Qing, I still don’t understand, the Heavenly Dao is so powerful, why... does it even know everyone’s appearance in advance, even whether I have long or short hair? Isn’t it controlling too much, too ticulously?"

"Everything in this world is part of it, so where is the concept of too much or too ticulous?" Ah Qing laughed. "From tiny mosquitoes and ants to grand mountains and stars, all are it."

"...Oh, that’s true." Huang’Er nodded. "The Heavenly Dao... is truly amazing."

"Yes, it is amazing," Ah Qing thought to herself, but that was in the past.

As a cultivator, knowing the nature of the world is the arrangent of the Heavenly Dao, it’s hard not to pursue it... but now, trapped in a cage once again, Ah Qing instead lost her reverence for the Heavenly Dao.

Huang’Er’s finger brushed over her eyebrow, then turned to ask, "Ms. Qing, so you’re saying... my appearance now was already predestined when I was little?"

Ah Qing didn’t respond to Hong Yin imdiately. She looked towards the direction of the performance entrance, and after a long while said, "Sort of, the appearance remains unchanged. Changes in temperant, character, and makeup are postnatal, you could say they are like the branches and leaves of a tree."

"More uninteresting than I thought," Huang’Er sighed. To be honest, she disliked this ’predestined’ feeling.

"Don’t like the idea of a life seemingly arranged beforehand?" Ah Qing asked.

"Yes," the yellow-clad girl nodded.

Of course, no one likes it. Everyone wishes for infinite possibilities, who wants to know everything about them is predetermined?

"Pingniang’s figure is arranged too, she must be unhappy, right? So young, yet unable to change."

Ah Qing: "..."

Ah Qing gave the yellow-clad girl a look, speaking softly, "Heaven’s arrangents aren’t the greatest, you can’t speak of Pingniang like that, she still has hope."

"Sister, what are you saying? Pingniang is just flat," Huang’Er didn’t grasp Ah Qing’s shift in emotions, "She’s this age, yet can’t develop anymore."

"...You," Ah Qing was at a loss for words, sighing, "Good luck then."

—

At the door.

Zhu Pingniang, who ca to see Ah Qing’s pre-stage condition, was stunned.

"...?"

Again with the figure!

After dealing with this topic with Lu’Er, she didn’t expect to hear the sa discussion here.

The issue was, it wasn’t just about figure, but also the taboo for won—age.

"Bang!"

Utterly embarrassed and enraged, Zhu Pingniang kicked the door open with a bang.

"You brat, I’m tearing you apart!"