Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 118 A kiss in captivity

A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and besides being a king himself, it might be inappropriate to go to the kitchen and learn how to cook with the chef.

Just as Fan Qingtian was wandering around in the study looking for recipes, a powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire study, and immediately after, the orange light in the study dimmed instantly.

The study room was instantly pitch black, and Fan Qingtian immediately became vigilant as his eyes froze.

But in just a second, the orange lights in the study brightened up again, and the god of death stood in front of Fan Qingtian at this moment, and the distance between the two was very close.

A magnified and handsome face was reflected in Fan Qingtian's pupils.

The three-dimensional face was cut with a knife, and a black-gold mask was worn on the straight bridge of the nose. The soft orange light shone on the face of the god of death, giving off a little bit of luster.

The long silver hair was not tied up, like a waterfall hanging down to the ankles.

A pair of deep eyes looked at Fan Qingtian lightly, but they seemed to be able to suck in Fan Qingtian's soul, causing a flash of panic in Fan Qingtian's heart subconsciously, but he quickly regained his composure.

Dressed in a black embroidered gold-edged robe, she exudes a powerful aura of gods and demons, which is frightening at first glance.

Never before has he been so close to the god of death, Fan Qingtian can feel the breath of the god of death.

For the God of Death who suddenly appeared in front of him, Fan Qingtian only felt a daunting aura enveloped his body, and Fan Qingtian was a little out of breath until Fan Qingtian came back to his senses and used his internal strength to resist, Only then did he stabilize his breathing.

Involuntarily, he took two steps back to keep a distance from the god of death, his amber eyes flashed secretly, and Fan Qingtian said coldly, "Does the god of death not know that such a sudden appearance will scare cowards to death?"

The deep cold eyes looked at Fan Qingtian without a trace of emotion, the moderate lips parted slightly, and the god of death said in a low voice, "Oh, you will be a coward."

"Of course not, but I still hope that the god of death will not appear suddenly like this. I can't guarantee that I will attack you." Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death with a calm face, and frowned slightly. If he didn't know that this is the territory of the god of death, Only the god of death will appear here, and Fan Qingtian was about to make a direct move just now.

Although her attack may not cause much harm to Death God, if Death God fights back and kills her with one shot, this is not what she expected, at least not what she expected to happen now.

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, Death God chuckled. Although his voice was very weak, it said that Death God was in a very good mood now.

"I appeared suddenly, which made your heart beat faster." The god of death looked at Fan Qingtian with a very interesting look, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, Fan Qingtian naturally heard the overtones of Death, which implied that his appearance made Fan Qingtian's heart beat faster, which was a sign of falling in love with him.

However, the approach of the god of death is completely to scare the heartbeat of the dead, and there is the heartbeat of falling in love with you. Fan Qingtian suddenly found that the god of death is very strange.

With a calm expression on his face, Fan Qingtian pursed his lips, and said apologetically, "Not only did my heart beat faster, but I was not frightened by you."

After a pause, Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death with a very depressed look, "You didn't come out to scare me into being so boring, did you?"

"Boredom is also a way to enhance feelings. Don't you want me to fall in love with you? I'm trying to see what you have that is worthy of my love." The god of death looked Fan Qingtian up and down indifferently, and then said, "When I love you At the same time, I will let you fall in love with me first."

Squeezing the space between his eyebrows and rubbing it gently, Fan Qingtian guessed that the god of death might be a bachelor who has lived for so long. Will Qingtian fall in love with Death?
Don't just talk about making Fan Qingtian fall in love with the god of death, even if the god of death actually acts, Fan Qingtian will not fall in love with the god of death.

"Then just wait slowly to see if I will fall in love with you." Fan Qingtian replied calmly with his eyes sinking slightly.

There was no turmoil on Fan Qingtian's face because of Fan Qingtian's words, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, only to see the god of death approaching Fan Qingtian again.

The God of Death is a head taller than Fan Qingtian. Fan Qingtian looks much weaker in front of the God of Death, but the kingly demeanor exuded by Fan Qingtian is not weak at all.

Looking up at the god of death, Fan Qingtian had vigilance in his eyes.

Looking down at Fan Qingtian, a ray of light flickered in the calm eyes of the god of death.

The two looked up at each other and confronted each other, and a strange atmosphere spread invisible.

All of a sudden, the god of death made a movement, leaned over, and his thin cool lips directly covered Fan Qingtian's lips.

His eyes widened, and Fan Qingtian was stunned for an instant. Feeling the strange temperature coming from those thin and cool lips, Fan Qingtian suddenly felt a trace of anger in his heart, and stretched out his hand and pushed towards the god of death.

Unexpectedly, all of Fan Qingtian's movements were under the control of the God of Death. Before Fan Qingtian's hands touched the body of the God of Death, both of Fan Qingtian's hands were held by the God of Death.

Seeing that her hands were clasped, Fan Qingtian's head was thrown back, but she was immediately blocked by a bookshelf that moved suddenly behind her, and she couldn't avoid it at all, and there was no way to advance or retreat.

The lips of the god of death covered Fan Qingtian's lips, completely trapping Fan Qingtian in front of him, unable to struggle.

With murderous eyes, Fan Qingtian stared at the magnified face reflected in his pupils, gritted his teeth and said grimly, "Reaper, don't force me to die with you."

Leaving Fan Qingtian's soft lips, the God of Death's calm face was full of evil spirits, and he leaned his ear to Fan Qingtian's ear and whispered ambiguously, "I am not a monk, and you are not a man, my dear, you are all for love, just Want me to fall in love with you, or you to fall in love with me."

The words of the god of death immediately made Fan Qingtian choke, even though thousands of muddy horses were galloping and shouting in Fan Qingtian's heart. "Who wants you to fall in love with me, who wants to fall in love with you, this is just a stopgap measure."

But Fan Qingtian could only hold back the advantage of being taken advantage of by the god of death this time. The god of death is right, if there is no physical touch, how can he make a heartless, ruthless and indifferent person fall in love with each other? .

Besides, they didn't fall in love at first sight, and it's unlikely that they will fall in love with each other for a long time, so the death god's treatment of Fan Qingtian is purely to find feelings for both parties, what else can Fan Qingtian have to say.

After being silent for a while, Fan Qingtian saw that the god of death had not yet let go of his hand, his eyes sank slightly, and his voice was a bit cold, "Then, the god of death, are you in love with me now?"

Facing Shang Fan Qingtian's slightly murderous eyes, the corner of Reaper's mouth slightly raised, and said in a sandy voice, "Not yet."

As expected, Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death calmly, with a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, "That also disappointed the god of death, and I didn't fall in love with you."

(End of this chapter)