Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 18 Death's Game

Stepping up the stairs step by step, the higher Fan Qingtian goes up, the more frightening the oppressive feeling of death will be, and he will be afraid if he can't control it, but in Fan Qingtian's eyes, he is looking forward to seeing the so-called god of death!

After finally stepping on the last step, Fan Qingtian stood awe-inspiringly in the hall, and at the same time, huge pressure came, making it difficult for Fan Qingtian to breathe.

The hall is empty and quiet, and the sound of a needle falling can be heard in such a quiet place.

There are not too many decorations in the hall, only a stone table with chess pieces and a human bone throne. The back of the throne is a rib skeleton twice the size of the human body, and a skull with twinkling eyes on the neck skeleton With a faint green light, it is frightening.

On the Skeleton Throne, a man wearing a black embroidered gold-rimmed robe with a proud and evil posture sat on it.

The man wore a black gold-rimmed mask that covered the face above the tip of the nose, which gave people a sense of mystery. Although the three-dimensional outline, like a knife carving, could not see the whole picture clearly, it could be vaguely guessed that the mask was taken off. handsome face.

The long silver hair was scattered behind him like a silver waterfall, almost reaching the ground vertically, and his whole body exuded the majestic aura of the evil god who dominates the world.

A pair of deep black eyes looked at the chess on the table indifferently, as if that chess was the world, and his eyes seemed to be able to see and control everything in the world.

White and slender fingers pinched a black chess piece, placed it on the white grid on the black and white chessboard, and made a faint sound, but it couldn't help but make people feel frightened.

At this time, the man on the Skeleton Throne slightly raised his head to look at Fan Qingtian who stood in front of him and looked at him.

Dressed in a purple robe with moiré patterns, his flawless face was calm, his amber eyes were calm, and the fear and oppressive feeling of being oppressed and breathless in Fan Qingtian's heart did not show at all. He looked indifferently at the man in front of him who called himself the god of death.

Seeing this god of death with his own eyes made Fan Qingtian feel a more terrifying aura than the original owner of the body, Fan Qingtian, and this aura was obviously more terrifying than the powerful aura of her master, Fan Qingtian was even more vigilant.

There was a tense, suffocating breath in the air.

"Reaper..." Seeing that Reaper had remained silent, Fan Qingtian spoke first.

Slightly raised the corners of his mouth, the god of death seemed to be looking at Fan Qingtian, but he didn't seem to be looking at her. The silence was only two seconds past, but it gave people a long feeling that a lifetime had passed.

Finally, the Grim Reaper opened his lips and teeth slightly, and his flat and indifferent voice echoed slowly, "You have ruined the Grim Reaper's game, a soul that does not belong to this body..."

It is not surprising that the god of death will know this secret. Fan Qingtian did not show any panic or uneasiness at all, his face was as plain as water, "This is the fate arranged for me by God, and I should accept it."

"I am the god of death who controls fate. I control the fate of mankind. I am omnipotent. Your fate can only be decided by me." The slow and flat voice is mixed with a deterrent tyrant, making people want to surrender.

The god of death raised his hand and fiddled with the black pieces on the chessboard indifferently, and then devoured the white pieces.

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian was not afraid but smiled, "There are exceptions to everything, and I am that exception."

"Oh? This is a good challenge to the god of death, but baby, there is no exception in front of the god of death. Your heart tells me that you are afraid." With an echoing voice like a chuckle, the god of death said slowly.

"Fear in my heart is the reaction of my body, but I am not afraid." Fan Qingtian stared at the deep pupils under the mask of death without fear, and no thoughts could be seen on his calm face.

This is a contest between kings and kings, a confrontation between submission and non-submission. Reaper and Fan Qingtian looked at each other, and their respective figures were reflected in their plain eyes.

After a long time, God of Death suddenly laughed. The laughter seemed very flat, but it could be heard that he was in a good mood at the moment.

He seems to have found something interesting, this ordinary millennium life has finally led him to find someone interesting, and will the person in front of him surprise him?
Hearing Death's sudden laughter, Fan Qingtian couldn't help frowning slightly.

After the laughter fell, the god of death still spoke at a leisurely pace, "Baby, I allow you to continue the game of replacing Fan Qingtian for me, and I hope you will surprise me."

"I'm not your pawn! I'm not even a player in your game..." Fan Qingtian said coldly after hearing the words.

How can her life be held in the hands of others, her life is hers, so naturally she is the one to decide!
When Fan Qingtian's words fell, the atmosphere became even more dead silent and dull in an instant. Fan Qingtian bit his lip, frowned, and his inner strength continued to flow out, resisting the suffocating breath.

"Baby, cherish the life I gave you. Without my permission, no one can end this game, unless you want to die, baby." The god of death walked the pieces on the chessboard indifferently, and said slowly. .

Biting her lip, Fan Qingtian calmed down a little with the fishy-sweet breath oozing from her lips, but the oppressive breath covering her body was also slowly subsiding at this moment.

Looking at the god of death on the throne, Fan Qingtian's eyes were cold and murderous. With her current strength, if she wanted to fight against the god of death, she would undoubtedly be courting death. If she didn't avenge her revenge, how could she just die like this!
Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed across Fan Qingtian's eyes, turning his face straight, Fan Qingtian said domineeringly with a proud king, "Reaper, since you want to play games, you dare to accept my game!"

Seeing the God of Death's sight cast from the chessboard to Fan Qingtian's body again, Fan Qingtian suddenly felt the breath of death spreading around her body in an instant.

Quietly waiting for the answer from the god of death, the air was dead silent for a while, and then the god of death slowly uttered with an echoing voice, "Since it is a game, there will be rewards, your heart with seven apertures, and your pupils of wisdom, I'm very interested."

Is this the stakes of the game?Fan Qingtian's eyes sank, and then he raised his head and said unyieldingly, "Okay, then if I win the game, how about you let me order?"

"Baby's thoughts are very deep, but I agree with you, but your game must interest me." Reaper said slowly, and looked away from Fan Qingtian again, looking at the chessboard in front of him.

Fan Qingtian smiled suddenly, and the smile on his face dyed the dead breath around him with a glamorous color, "Well, our game is a game between you and me, God of Death, you are not omnipotent!" Can't you? Then my game is that you have to fall in love with me! If you can't, you can immediately admit defeat!"

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