Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 137
"Cough cough." Hearing this, Dongfang Yu coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and replied sternly, "Who said I'm afraid, you're not a devil, so why should I be afraid!"

Now that Mo Xuyan has left, where can Dongfang Yu go? Besides, he has to compete with Du Xiangxiu for face, and has to compete with Fan Qingtian. How can Dongfang Yu not follow Fan? Qingtian's side.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, Fan Qingtian ignored Dongfang Yu, looked at Yue Qing and said, "Get up, it's not so easy for me to build this mechanism city, and I don't need you to swear to death, once there is a crisis, you just You need to inform this king, you can’t just go your own way and seek death.”

Yue Qing blocked the sword for Fan Qingtian, in a sense, he saved Fan Qingtian's life. Naturally, Fan Qingtian would not let Yue Qing die. As long as Fan Qingtian is still alive, whoever she wants to live will be free. Can't die!

Without refuting Fan Qingtian's words, Yue Qing immediately got up and said, "Thank you, my lord."

It is very clear what kind of person the king is, as long as the king needs Yue Qing, he will go through fire and water to do it, because the king is worth his life to support.

At this time, Mo Fengyan lowered his head and remained silent all the time. The king is going back, and I am afraid that he will not see his face for a long time in the future.

Clenching his fist slightly, Mo Fengyan secretly said, "I will definitely be able to be a useful person beside the king."

At this time, Fan Qingtian took out a bottle of elixir from the Nawu space, and said to Bu Haidao, "Eunuch Hai, ask Qi Dao to hand over the Geyanfang that was sent to Lingjiang City to the owner of the movie, and tell her that It's the price of dealing with Qianji Pavilion, she knows how to do it."

After a pause, Fan Qingtian looked at the crowd and said, "If everyone has nothing to do, go back."

Stepping forward to take the pill bottle from Fan Qingtian's hand, Bu Hai said with a smile on his face, "I'll let Qi Dao handle it, old slave."

"En." Fan Qingtian responded lightly.

Then everyone retreated one by one, Mo Fengyan's face regained his calm when he left.

Bu Hai closed the door smoothly, leaving only Mo Ziyuan in Fan Qingtian's embrace.

There was silence in the room, and Mo Ziyuan, who hugged Fan Qingtian's waist and lay in Fan Qingtian's arms, fell asleep at some point.

With a gentle smile on his lips, Fan Qingtian got up and carried Mo Ziyuan to the bed.

"Mother, mother, why don't you want me, why, others say you are a bad woman, so you don't want me?" Mo Ziyuan murmured in his sleep road.

Holding Mo Ziyuan in his arms, Fan Qingtian's heart skipped a beat when he heard what Mo Ziyuan said, but he quickly regained his composure.

Putting Mo Ziyuan on the bed, Fan Qingtian covered Mo Ziyuan with a quilt, wiped away the tears from the corners of Mo Ziyuan's eyes, touched Mo Ziyuan's cheek, and said softly, "The parents of the world should not be so cruel. If you give birth to your own child, your mother will not reject you."

As if receiving the warmth from Fan Qingtian's hands, Mo Ziyuan's wrinkled face finally showed a faint smile.

Smiling slightly, Fan Qingtian got up and sat on the bed, cross-legged and began to practice.

The bright moon was deserted, the lonely wind rustled, and the earth fell into an extreme tranquility.

In the room, Fan Qingtian who was practicing suddenly fell into a deep sleep again.

A cold and strange aura permeated Fan Qingtian's body again, and then his eyes opened, a pair of amber eyes flickered with a cold light.

Fan Qingtian saw that he was deep in the dark red world, and there was a wide river in front of him, the river was dark red, quiet and without any waves, and on the bank of the river were large expanses of Bana flowers that could not be seen beyond the horizon.

And in the middle of the river surface stands a lone peak, on the steep lone peak is built a ladder of human bones, and on the top of the peak is a grand, majestic and mysterious black hall.

Wisps of cyan smoke floated on the river and lingered on the isolated peak, making everything appear vague and eerie.

This is the third time I have been to this Wangchuan River, and Fan Qingtian has become so calm when he sees everything in front of him.

Without the slightest sense of nervousness at the beginning, Fan Qingtian slowly got up and patted the folds of the robe on his body.

At this time, the wrinkled old woman who had been receiving Fan Qingtian appeared on the river again, paddling a small boat towards Fan Qingtian.

The old woman was bending over and paddling the boat with a very weak appearance. Her movements were slow, but the speed of the boat was very fast.

The small boat was driving in the dark red river water, leaving streaks of water around the small boat. In the blink of an eye, the old woman rowed the boat to the shore where Fan Qingtian was standing.

The voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, and the old woman said to Fan Qingtian expressionlessly, "Please get on the boat."

Following the old woman's words, Fan Qingtian stepped onto the boat, "Thank you."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's polite words, the old woman didn't speak, and immediately started paddling the boat towards the lonely peak.

Looking at the lonely figure of the old woman, Fan Qingtian remembered that he didn't seem to know what the name of the old woman was, and then asked calmly, "I don't know what to call the old woman."

The old woman did not pretend to be cold, and replied calmly, "Grandmother Yu."

Shaking his head slightly, Fan Qingtian said again, "Grandma Yu is a subordinate of Death God?"

Fan Qingtian's words made Yu Po's empty eyes flutter, and then Yu Po said coldly, "No."

How could Granny Yu be so lucky to be the God of Death's subordinate? Her mission is to send people who come here to this lonely mountain to meet the God of Death, and Granny Yu has only met the God of Death, that is, she sold her soul The time I came here to work as a slave to Death.

Staying here, Po Yu didn't know how long she had been through. She forgot who she was, but she couldn't forget the god of death who had met once.

The god of death brought her extreme panic and fear, and Yu Po didn't even see the face of the god of death clearly, she was so frightened by his breath that she almost fainted, such a shocking and terrifying breath of death made Yu Po never forget it, After the transaction was completed, Granny Yu never saw Death again.

At the beginning, Granny Yu didn't have any special emotions towards Fan Qingtian, but these three consecutive times when Granny Yu saw Brahma Qingtian coming to meet the god of death, it inevitably made her curious, and everyone who had seen the god of death was afraid, But the person in front of him was unbelievably calm.

Although Yu Po is curious in her heart, she will not talk too much, which also allows her to continue working here. Once Yu Po leaves here without the help of Death God, she will not even have the chance to reincarnate. Will become a ghost, living in the empty space.

Listening to Granny Yu's answer, Fan Qingtian's eyes were not surprised, they were still as calm as water.

But after just two short conversations, Granny Yu had already paddled her boat and stopped in front of the human bone stairs beside the isolated peak.

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PS: I’m sorry dears, I’m sick, and my head is a little dizzy. I’m afraid I won’t be able to update many chapters these days. I’ll make up for it when I recover. Thank you for your support. , about the God of death is immortality, if I tell you the answer directly, it will be boring, the following will be very exciting, dear friends, continue to pay attention, okay...

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