Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 183 It's So Late, It's Time to Rest

As soon as he got out of the study, Duan grinned lightly, took out the medicine from his bosom and took it quickly, "The king's hands are getting heavier each time, ouch, it hurts me to death."

Turning around to see that Duanqing had already left, Fan Qingtian couldn't help but rubbed the center of his brows, and sighed in his heart, "It's really troublesome to deal with these men!"

It's just political affairs, or fighting or something, Fan Qingtian won't be so troubled, but facing such things as being provoked, Fan Qingtian feels that it is really a headache to death.

Fan Qingtian only got along with Ye Duchen, although they got along very easily, and Ye Duchen seldom said love words to Fan Qingtian, but Fan Qingtian fell in love with him.

Facing Satin Qing's enthusiasm, Fan Qingtian was really unable to accept it, besides, if others loved him, if he trampled on other people's feelings, wouldn't he be as heartless as Ye Duchen?

Clenching his fists slightly, Fan Qingtian shook his head and walked towards the desk.

Standing at the desk, Fan Qingtian stared at the collapsed chair for a while, and then said in a cold voice, "Dear man, I don't know that you are staring at me, but have you seen enough?"

The corner of the mouth raised slightly, the god of death didn't seem to be planning to speak at all, and his eyes still fell on Fan Qingtian calmly.

Although looking at Fan Qingtian is very boring, but appreciating Fan Qingtian's expression, Reaper feels that he can make himself more attracted to Fan Qingtian, and maybe he will fall in love with her.

Of course, what the God of Death wants most is to make Fan Qingtian fall in love with him, but if he wants Fan Qingtian to fall in love with him, the God of Death thinks that he should first find some feelings from Fan Qingtian, otherwise it will be like chewing wax on him. People, I really can't get enough of this fun game.

The intensity is due to the fact that the vision still hasn't diminished. Fan Qingtian's eyes suddenly turned cold to freezing point. Immediately, he mobilized the spiritual power in his hands, twisted his hands, and said in his mouth, "Extreme yang creates yin, ghosts open the way, see."

As Fan Qingtian's hands transformed, a white spiritual power emanated from Fan Qingtian's fingertips, forming a complex imprint and imprinting on Fan Qingtian's eyebrows.

Suddenly Fan Qingtian's eyes were covered with a faint green light and shadow. At this moment, Fan Qingtian has opened his yin and yang eyes, and no matter ghosts or ghosts, there will be nothing to hide in Fan Qingtian's eyes.

But beyond Fan Qingtian's expectation, Fan Qingtian didn't see any ghosts sitting on the chair in front of the desk, and there wasn't even a trace of ghosts in the room.

But that line of sight still made Fan Qingtian feel very clearly. The person with that line of sight was still sitting on the chair, but Fan Qingtian just couldn't see it.

Looking at the empty chair, Fan Qingtian dispersed his spiritual power with a wave of his hand, and the imprint between his eyebrows dissipated instantly.

Her own yin and yang skills can't see ghosts, which means that the person sitting on her chair is definitely not a ghost.

His eyes froze, and Fan Qingtian's eyes were filled with a strong killing intent. Since it was not a ghost, the purpose of it would inevitably make Fan Qingtian suspect that the visitor was not good.

Immediately, Fan Qingtian mobilized his inner strength, and there was a blatant force in his palm. He raised his hand, and Fan Qingtian slapped fiercely on the gaze that was looking at her.

But at this moment, Fan Qingtian's hand was suddenly held by an invisible force, causing Fan Qingtian's hand that was about to fall to stop in midair.

There was no panic in his eyes, which made Fan Qingtian more and more aware that someone had used secret techniques to hide his figure, so he couldn't see the other party.

When he thought that if the person in front of him hadn't been looking at him all the time and he didn't notice it, if that person wanted to deal with him, he would definitely be in danger.

Unable to help, Fan Qingtian's amber eyes were full of murderous intent, and he immediately urged the internal force in his body to condense a majestic blue light ball, ready to smash towards the chair.

The invisible god of death sitting on the collapsed chair leaned against the back of the chair, and there was no emotion on his face because of Fan Qingtian's series of actions.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian was about to attack him again, there was a little light dancing in the dark eyes of the God of Death, and his moderate lips parted slightly, "It's so late, let's rest."

Following the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian only felt a wave of distress sweeping up, and the power condensed in his hands gradually dissipated.

A cold light flashed across his eyes, and Fan Qingtian desperately wanted to resist a sudden distress, but the darkness kept coming, making Fan Qingtian unable to resist, and then his eyelids closed slowly while Fan Qingtian was struggling superior.

Closing his eyes, Fan Qingtian's body softened and he fell to the ground.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian was about to fall to the ground, the figure of the God of Death swayed at this moment, and stood behind Fan Qingtian, holding Fan Qingtian firmly across his body.

The transparent body slowly showed its shape at this moment. The God of Death was wearing a black embroidered gold-rimmed robe. He didn't exude any aura around him, but it made people want to surrender involuntarily.

Looking at Fan Qingtian who was being held in his arms, the god of death showed an unpredictable look in his eyes, and then the god of death took a step forward.

The space emits ripples that are as transparent as water ripples, and the god of death, who is holding Fan Qingtian's body, shuttles into the space and disappears instantly in the study.

At the same moment, a ripple also spread in Fan Qingtian's dormitory, and then the god of death reappeared holding Fan Qingtian's body, and appeared in Fan Qingtian's dormitory.

Holding Fan Qingtian in his arms, he walked slowly to Fan Qingtian's bed, and slowly placed Fan Qingtian on the bed.

And the moment the god of death put Fan Qingtian on the bed, Fan Qingtian's eyes suddenly opened, and then he pinched the life gate on the wrist of the god of death with one hand.

Fan Qingtian's eyes turned coldly to the god of death.

The moment he saw the god of death, Fan Qingtian's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he quickly calmed down. At the moment he fell asleep, Fan Qingtian already guessed that it was probably the god of death who could do such a boring thing.

Holding the God of Death's life gate in his hand, Fan Qingtian felt the cold temperature coming from the God of Death's white wrist with a faint luster.

Although it is cold, it gives people a very comfortable feeling.

Keeping his eyes on the god of death, it is very clear that this is not an illusory space. This is the first time that Fan Qingtian has seen the god of death outside the illusory space.

Still looking down at the world with a proud godly and demonic posture, which makes people feel a little unreal, which makes Fan Qingtian feel that the god of death seems to be a little different from the god of death she has seen in the past.

In the end it was different there, but she couldn't say it.

Looking at Fan Qingtian who had been staring at him faintly, the god of death said unhurriedly, "Wake up fast enough, let's see if I fall in love with me."

Hearing the words of the God of Death, Fan Qingtian immediately came back to his senses, a spark suddenly appeared in his eyes, and immediately retorted, "I am in love with you, God of Death thinks that there is something I can fall in love with!"

(End of this chapter)