Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 119 I want to know the answer, I will tell you next time

"It doesn't matter, you will fall in love with me if you kiss me a few more times." The God of Death said softly, and the domineering wind of gods and demons around his body was filled with evil spirits.

There were traces of murderous sparks in the air.

Frowning slightly, Fan Qingtian stared at the God of Death and sneered, "The God of Death is very confident, isn't he afraid of being too confident?"

At this time, the anger in Fan Qingtian's heart overwhelmed the only fear of death in his heart, just because Fan Qingtian was angry.

She was hurt by Ye Duchen only once in her life, so Fan Qingtian would never allow another person to hurt her in her life.

As for Reaper, as long as Fan Qingtian's strength recovers, she will be the first to tell Reaper that without her permission, she will not allow anyone to be arrogant in front of her.

It seems that he didn't feel the murderous aura vaguely revealed by Fan Qingtian, the god of death still had a calm face, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said very confidently, "As the god of death, I am omnipotent."

So arrogant!Is the Grim Reaper amazing?Fan Qingtian sneered disdainfully in his heart, but his face was very calm, as if the murderous anger emanating from his body was not revealed by her.

"Since the god of death has achieved his goal, can the god of death let go of my hand now?" Fan Qingtian looked directly at the god of death and said coldly.

The strength of the God of Death's hand holding Fan Qingtian's hands loosened slightly, but he still did not let go of Fan Qingtian, his eyes were slightly narrowed, with a hint of danger, and then he bent down again, directly on Fan Qingtian's body. A bite on the neck.

The pain spread from his body immediately, and Fan Qingtian took a deep breath, and before Fan Qingtian could react, the God of Death let go of Fan Qingtian's neck.

And Fan Qingtian's fair neck left a light cyan mark.

The anger in her eyes became even more murderous, and Fan Qingtian stared at the god of death. Even though Fan Qingtian was a person who was not annoyed by anything, he couldn't help being challenged by others over and over again. bottom line.

The hands held by the god of death were tightly clenched into fists. If she had a 50.00% hope of defeating the god of death, Fan Qingtian would definitely smash the god of death's head with all his might.

Fan Qingtian's murderous aura full of anger was fully revealed, counteracting the powerful aura of the god of death.

Ignoring Fan Qingtian's anger at all, the God of Death said indifferently, "This is just a punishment for you, it's not too heavy."

Hearing these inexplicable words, a trace of doubt flashed across Fan Qingtian's murderous eyes, and he held back the anger that was about to erupt and asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

"You're dating someone else." Death replied calmly.

The God of Death's explanation immediately alerted Fan Qingtian's murderous eyes, he frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, the corner of Fan Qingtian's mouth curled up in a mocking arc and said, "The God of Death is really omniscient and omnipotent."

With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Death God didn't take Fan Qingtian's words into his heart, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Before you fall in love with me, I will not allow you to fall in love with anyone."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian felt even more ironic, "I think the only thing between me and the god of death is who falls in love with whom. Are you omnipotent? Are you afraid that I will fall in love with someone else!"

After a pause, Fan Qingtian sneered and said, "Then what if I fall in love with someone else..."

Not angry because of Fan Qingtian's words, the god of death is still indifferent, "This game of love is a game between you and me. No one can break the rules of my game. If you fall in love with him, then I will kill him."

The God of Death's words carried a hint of murderous intent and a playful tone, making one wonder whether the God of Death would really kill the person Fan Qingtian fell in love with.

Hearing this, Fan Qingtian's eyes flashed a dark light, but he continued with a sneer, not to be outdone, "Can I understand that you are afraid that I will fall in love with someone else? Or can I understand that you have fallen in love with me?"

With an almost inaudible chuckle, the god of death let go of Fan Qingtian's hand, with his hands on his back, his upright body faintly revealing a powerful aura.

The air was quiet and silent, and the god of death seemed to have no intention of answering Fan Qingtian's words.

But Fan Qingtian didn't want to let go of the topic of death at all, and rubbed the wrists of both hands to relieve the numbness of the hands that had just been grasped by death. Fan Qingtian asked with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "Why, Does the god of death dare not answer my question? Fall in love with me, you have won."

Looking at Fan Qingtian with faint eyes, the God of Death chuckled, then turned around, walked forward slowly, and said at the same time, "I want to know the answer, I will answer it for you next time."

As the voice of the god of death fell, the figure of the god of death disappeared in the study room.

Looking at the direction where the god of death disappeared, Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened, and his fists were slightly clenched. She wanted to speed up the cultivation of Shenyuan, and Fan Qingtian swore that she would never be threatened by anyone!
The tranquility was restored again in the heart, and Fan Qingtian's eyes flashed immediately, and he continued to look for the target he was looking for today. At this moment, a book on the shelf behind Fan Qingtian smashed towards Fan Qingtian down.

Sensing movement in an instant, Fan Qingtian stretched out his hand, with sharp eyes and quick hands, and reached out to catch the book when it was about to fall on his head.

Putting the book in front of his eyes, seeing the title of the book, Fan Qingtian's eyes lit up slightly, and he said softly, "I really didn't expect that there are really recipes here."

After the words fell, Fan Qingtian quickly flipped through the recipe and watched it. In a short time, Fan Qingtian had memorized the contents of the recipe.

Seeing that it was still early, Fan Qingtian directly moved all the books on the shelf behind her to the floor, and sat cross-legged to watch.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian can only digest the rude anger towards her just now by reading the book, otherwise she will really be suffocated to death by the anger that has no place to lose her temper.

The night is full of light, and the morning in late autumn is getting colder and colder. The soft light of the morning light can't alleviate the cold weather.

The wind howled, and the yellowed leaves swirled in the air.

In a small courtyard in the post house, a domineering man in a thick linen gray cloud-pattern robe brandished an epee in his hand.

The sword energy was fierce, and with a violent sweep, all the fallen leaves flying in the air were sliced ​​into half.

The man's hot short hair with dark brown and light brown is backwards from high to low, and it is clearly layered. The red wide jade forehead ring clasps the forehead, and the jade forehead ring goes straight to the two ends of the temples, like a cropped temple hair. Strands of brown hair, hanging down under the red jade forehead ring, covered the eyebrows and eyes, and the flamboyant hair fluttered more arrogantly with the sword dancing figure.

The soft morning light fell on the man's resolute and handsome face, adding a masculine and unruly domineering aura.

(End of this chapter)