Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 140 Who Is The Grim Reaper?
The corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc. Looking at the chess pieces on both sides' chessboards, which were not many enough to move, Fan Qingtian moved a chess piece again and said, "Reaper, you have no way to retreat."

A ray of light flashed in the dark eyes, and the god of death moved a chess piece in a nonchalant manner and said, "Oh, how about this kind of survival?"

Seeing the seemingly dead chess piece moved by the god of death, Fan Qingtian's eyes sank slightly, but he also instantly analyzed the chess game at this time.

Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and Fan Qingtian praised him without hesitation, "It's really amazing that the god of death can come back from a desperate situation, but you can't win."

Abandoning the king and general, Fan Qingtian changed the situation and directly intercepted the pawn of Death's Jedi's survival.

With a soft laugh, the laughter was so soft that it was almost inaudible, Death said indifferently, "Do you want to send someone later to talk about it?"

"King vs. king, it's already a dead game, don't you want to make peace?" Fan Qingtian asked with a trace of awe in his eyes, dressed like a king.

"Even if we negotiate a peace, you still lost, and you didn't win any of the three rounds." The god of death looked at Fan Qingtian coldly with calm eyes and said.

Fan Qingtian was a little disappointed with this result, he was almost able to win, but in the end it was considered a miss, which led to a draw, and he could only blame himself for not being cautious enough.

"If you lose, you lose, but this failure is my experience in turning defeat into victory in the future." A flawless and delicate face carried an arrogance that refused to admit defeat, and the faint Wang Feng around Fan Qingtian became more and more awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled into a slightly deep arc, and the god of death lowered his left elbow to the armrest of the human bone throne, propped his head up and looked at Fan Qingtian lazily, "Take it, I am happy today."

The tone is like teasing a puppy, I am happy, I will give you a bone to eat.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and Fan Qingtian stared coldly at the god of death, wishing he could knock his head unconscious, making his head covered in bruises.

But Fan Qingtian also had to accept Death God's pleasure, because she really needed this source-absorbing bead.

Forget it, she will slowly return the hatred to the God of Death in the future. Now that she has endured it, her face remains calm, and Fan Qingtian said calmly, "Then thank God of Death for admitting defeat."

Saying that, Fan Qingtian took back the source-absorbing beads placed on the table into his storage space unceremoniously.

Anyway, Fan Qingtian would not accept the attitude of the god of death giving charity, so Fan Qingtian said it directly in a different way.

Did not refute because of Fan Qingtian's words, Death said indifferently, "The relationship between you and me is a game, I don't care about your rudeness,
However, remember not to violate my bottom line. "

The calm words were filled with a faint sense of oppression, and the aura circulating around the Grim Reaper became slightly stronger.

Naturally, she knows what the God of Death means. Of course, Fan Qingtian is not a stupid person who would violate the bottom line of the God of Death. Fan Qingtian is probably dead and cannot die anymore.

"There is one thing I want to ask you." Hearing the words of Death God, Fan Qingtian didn't ask any bottom line, and changed the topic instead.

"Ask." The moderate lips spit out a word lightly, and the god of death looked at Fan Qingtian leisurely.

"Who is the Grim Reaper?" With no fear in his eyes, Fan Qingtian directly met the Grim Reaper's gaze.

With a face as pale as cold water, the god of death looked at Fan Qingtian's fearless gaze, his dark eyes flickered slightly, and said calmly, "the god of death is the god of death, supreme and omnipotent."

Asking this question, Fan Qingtian didn't want to get an answer from the God of Death, but after hearing the God of Death's explanation, Fan Qingtian only felt that the God of Death was really arrogant, supreme and omnipotent, how could a human being be omnipotent.

At this moment, the god of death slowly closed his eyes, opened his lips and teeth and said slowly, "That's it for today."

And as the final sound of the god of death fell, Fan Qingtian's eyes went dark.

Opening his eyes again, Fan Qingtian's soul body has returned, and he has returned to his room.

White flowers had already appeared in the sky, and Fan Qingtian turned his head to look at the bed, only to see that Mo Ziyuan was sleeping soundly at the moment.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Fan Qingtian immediately got up and walked to the front of the desk, picked up a brush and drew the chessboard and the styles of the chess pieces, ready to be made by Buhai.

The first time she lost to Reaper, Fan Qingtian would never lose to Reaper for the second time. In fact, in the third round, Fan Qingtian knew that Reaper was letting her in, otherwise Fan Qingtian would not even have a chance of a draw. No.

The intelligence of God of Death is beyond doubt, and Fan Qingtian has never thought that God of Death is just a person who likes to play games in the world and has no brains.

His eyes sank slightly, and Fan Qingtian shook off his thoughts, and quickly completed the drawing.

When Fan Qingtian finished drawing the chess, the sun had already risen completely, and Mo Ziyuan also got up rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Mother." Getting off the bed, Mo Ziyuan saw Fan Qingtian sitting in front of the desk at a glance, and immediately ran towards Fan Qingtian cheerfully.

Looking at Mo Ziyuan who was going down to the ground with bare feet, Fan Qingtian shook his head helplessly, got up and walked out of the desk, hugging Mo Ziyuan who had run over into his arms.

"The weather is cold, and my feet are still bare. What should I do if I'm freezing?" Fan Qingtian walked towards the bed with Mo Ziyuan in his arms.

Putting the small bracelet around Fan Qingtian's neck, Mo Ziyuan waved a happy smile on Fan Qingtian's cheek, and said with a smile, "Your mother is here, don't be afraid."

Pinching Mo Ziyuan's nose, Fan Qingtian said dotingly, "Come on, get dressed."

Putting Mo Ziyuan on the bed, Fan Qingtian put the little robe on the bed on for Mo Ziyuan.

At this time the door knocked, and Fan Qingtian carefully adjusted Mo Ziyuan's robes and said, "Come in."

Then I saw Buhai walking in with a few eunuchs.

Seeing Fan Qingtian dressing Mo Ziyuan, Bu Hai's eyes were startled, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, you are the king of a country, how can you help others to dress, quickly, let the old slave come. "

Patting Mo Ziyuan's wrinkled robe, Fan Qingtian smiled slightly and looked at the nervous Bu Haidao, "Hai Gang, I am the king of a country and a human being, why bother others to do what I can do. "

After a pause, Fan Qingtian cast his eyes on Mo Ziyuan who was smiling and said, "Come on, let's wash up and eat."

"Okay, mother is so kind." Mo Ziyuan said with a cheerful smile.

Nafan Qingtian had no choice, and Buhai smiled helplessly, "Yes, yes, the king said it was polite, and this servant is going to prepare breakfast for the king."

Then Buhai retreated.

After washing, Bu Hai brought the people to breakfast. After eating, Fan Qingtian handed over the blueprints of chess to Bu Hai, and promised that Bu Hai would make chess for her at that time, and then dismissed all the people again. He started to practice on the bed.

(End of this chapter)