Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 138 Living too long has become boring

Fan Qingtian said calmly, "Thank you."

Then he stepped up the human bone ladder and went to the main hall on the top of the lonely peak.

The hall was very quiet, and the quietness made people's heart beat a little faster.

On the throne of human bones, a man in a black embroidered gold-rimmed robe propped his head with one hand, and put the other hand on the armchair. He sat lazily on the throne with a proud and domineering figure, as if he was sleeping.

A sculpture-like three-dimensional outline is extremely handsome, with a black and gold mask on the tip of the nose, even if you can't see the whole picture clearly, the appearance under the mask is absolutely shocking.

The moderate lips were pursed, revealing a hint of coolness. The long silver hair was not bundled up, and was slanted over the shoulders like a waterfall. Although the man in front of him had his eyes closed, his whole body exuded a faint breath of death. It is involuntarily frightening.

As soon as Fan Qingtian's figure stepped into the hall, the eyes of the god of death opened slowly, and the deep and dark eyes revealed a little bit of cold light.

Slowly sitting up straight, the God of Reaper's gaze immediately turned to Fan Qingtian.

Fearless of the God of Death's staring eyes that seemed to see through everything, Fan Qingtian looked at each other calmly.

The four eyes met, and the atmosphere of the extremely peaceful space became more and more tense.

At this moment, with one arm behind his back and his whole body proud, Fan Qingtian asked Leng Sen, "I don't know why the god of death came to me this time."

Recalling the last time that God of Death took advantage of Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian felt a ball of anger burning in his heart for no reason when he looked at God of Death, but Fan Qingtian could control his emotions very well.

Faced with Fan Qingtian's slightly cold questioning, Death's calm eyes did not show any waves, and he said casually, "I want to increase my relationship with you."

This excuse also made Fan Qingtian a little helpless, she was the one who wanted to make such a bet with the God of Death, although Fan Qingtian didn't mind whether the God of Death would fall in love with her at all.

But if Death God wants to make himself or Fan Qingtian fall in love with each other, it is because Death God must find an opportunity to increase the relationship with Fan Qingtian, and Fan Qingtian has no way to refuse it.

After being silent for a while, Fan Qingtian looked at the God of Death indifferently and said, "The God of Death has always been leisurely and idle, but I am the king of a country and there are many things that require me to be busy. I'm afraid I don't have time to chat with the God of Death for the time being."

Anyway, until he forgot that the god of death took advantage of him and his anger disappeared, Fan Qingtian didn't want to face the god of death at all, for fear that his calmness would be defeated by the god of death, and he would do something that would endanger his life .

The god of death sitting on the throne of human bones ignored Fan Qingtian's words, raised his hand and waved lightly, and a black crystal seat was placed in front of the black crystal table in front of the god of death.

His dark eyes swept across the black and white checkered chessboard in front of the crystal table without a trace of emotion, and then the God of Reaper said to Fan Qingtian with an echoing indifferent voice, "Then play chess with me, and I will win you!" you can leave."

Frowning lightly, Fan Qingtian's eyes immediately fell on the chess in front of Death.

The last time I saw God of Death playing this chess, but Fan Qingtian had never played such a thing before.

If we talk about playing Go, Fan Qingtian is absolutely sure that he can win, but this strange game that she has never played before, Fan Qingtian has no certainty of winning when facing the god of death.

Amber eyes flickered, and Fan Qingtian smiled coldly, "Could Death be too much, I have never played such a chess game before, you let me beat you, is this intentionally making things difficult for me?"

After a pause, Fan Qingtian continued to disdain, "Could it be that the god of death finds it fun to make trouble for me? It seems that the god of death has become boring after living for too long."

He didn't show any angry expression because of Fan Qingtian's words. The god of death put his cold and dark eyes on Fan Qingtian's body and said lightly, "You are really bold, dare to talk to me like this."

As if thinking of something, Death continued to speak calmly, "I heard that people who love each other should understand each other and accept all the shortcomings of each other. Since you and I want to love each other, I forgive you for being rude to me."

Listening to Death's words, the corners of Fan Qingtian's mouth twitched slightly.

Naturally, there is no need for the god of death to forgive or not, and if Fan Qingtian dares to say such a thing, he is not afraid of what the god of death will do to her.

Anyway, Fan Qingtian felt that the bet with the god of death would not be a disadvantage to her for the time being, but it was just a headache for her to deal with the god of death.

A ray of light flashed in his eyes, and Fan Qingtian regained his peace of mind. Looking at the god of death, Fan Qingtian said lightly, "I refuse."

"Well, you're scared." The dark eyes sank slightly, and the god of death said unhurriedly.

Hearing Death's words, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly, and said coldly, "What are you afraid of? It's just that I still have things to deal with, so please ask Death to accompany you when I finish my work."

It is true that Fan Qingtian still has a lot of things to be busy with. She has to practice, otherwise her strength will not increase all the time, which is a flaw for her.

Moreover, Fan Qingtian had to cultivate his divine source to a certain level before he could re-clean his bones and improve his own physique, so that he was no longer limited to the sacred vein and could not break through.

Just after Fan Qingtian finished speaking, the hand of the God of Death swept across the table, and then a small red sandalwood box appeared on the crystal table.

The box was opened, and a bright bead emitted a faint white light.

And that bead faintly revealed powerful energy, causing the surrounding air to fluctuate slightly.

Fan Qingtian's eyes suddenly lit up with what the god of death brought out, and he said in a calm voice with a hint of excitement, "The source-absorbing pearl!"

The source-absorbing pearl can assist practitioners to accelerate their cultivation speed, and it is a rare cultivation auxiliary treasure in the world.

The moment Fan Qingtian saw the source-absorbing pearl, he had to say that he was very happy, not to mention that the source-absorbing pearl is a very rare cultivation treasure.

It was this source-absorbing bead that reminded Fan Qingtian of her master, and made her feel a sense of nostalgia.

Fan Qingtian's former master gave her a source-absorbing bead, so that she could accelerate the absorption of energy and improve Shenyuan. Seeing this divine source, Fan Qingtian remembered how Chunchun Master was at that time. Patiently taught her how to practice.

Although Fan Qingtian's comprehension ability is high, it is not an easy matter to cultivate Shenyuan. Shenyuan is divided into seven layers and nine turns. Each turn requires comprehension and a lot of energy. It is very strenuous to improve. Sometimes a Failure to pay attention may result in death.

For the past three months, Fan Qingtian has been practicing day and night to reach the second level of rank nine. The third level of Fan Qingtian has not been able to break through because the energy required is too much, so that she has not been able to improve the source of God. in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)