Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 184 I'm Not Ready To Want You
After a pause, Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes, "I really didn't expect that the god of death, who claims to be omnipotent, would use such indecent means to stun me. What's the matter, god of death? Are you in love with me, and now you have unreasonable thoughts about me?"

As he said that, Fan Qingtian pinched the gate of death's life a little harder.

Seeing the murderous look in Fan Qingtian's eyes, the God of Death remained unmoved, let alone angry at Fan Qingtian's sarcasm.

With a slight lift of his hand, Death's wrist slipped out of Fan Qingtian's hand in an instant.

Fan Qingtian was not at all surprised that the god of death got rid of Fan Qingtian's restraint, but looked at the god of death with more vigilance in his eyes.

With one hand on his back, the god of death condescendingly looked down at Fan Qingtian lying on the bed, ignoring Fan Qingtian's words and said calmly, "Since you and I have not continued to fall in love, then we will continue to get along."

After a pause, the God of Death looked at Fan Qingtian's eyes with a gleam of light and said, "Go to sleep."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian was stunned for a moment, going to sleep?What does Death want to do!
Just when Fan Qingtian was stunned and didn't understand the meaning of the god of death, the god of death waved his hand lightly, and Fan Qingtian's body suddenly moved towards the inner side of the bed lightly.

Before Fan Qingtian could react, he saw the god of death sitting on Fan Qingtian's bed, and then lay down neatly on Fan Qingtian's bed.

Looking at the Grim Reaper lying on his bed, Fan Qingtian was terrified, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, what are you doing!"

"Cultivate feelings, sleep." The god of death answered Fan Qingtian's words very simply and neatly.

His temples were throbbing violently, Fan Qingtian could no longer maintain his composure at this moment, his anger soared, the murderous look in his eyes rolled, and then Fan Qingtian was ready to attack the God of Death again.

But at this time, the Grim Reaper slowly turned his head to look at the angry Fan Qingtian, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said unhurriedly, "You can try to kill me, but your ability is not enough , once you start, something unexpected may happen, just lie down quietly like this, I won't touch you."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian's hands froze, and the energy condensed in his hands dissipated immediately.

It is true that Fan Qingtian was too impulsive just now, and he knows that he is not the opponent of the god of death now, and wanting to kill the god is undoubtedly asking for death, but every time when facing the god of death, Mars Si, who can provoke her calm heart unexpectedly, Splash, Fan Qingtian would always lose his mind.

Calm down, calm down, calm down...

Fan Qingtian kept admonishing himself in his heart, how could he be so confused, how could he be easily influenced by the god of death?

Yes, even Fan Qingtian felt that this was too unlike him, such a change was really not a good thing.

Biting his lips, Fan Qingtian thought that since the god of death couldn't touch her, he wouldn't touch her, just lay down and sleep with one more person, okay, she endured this tone for the time being, one day she will make this move Give everything back to this damn god of death.

With a jerk of the quilt on the bed, Fan Qingtian covered himself with the quilt, and then closed his eyes, as if he had compromised, and he didn't seem to want to deal with Death anymore.

Seeing this scene, the God of Reaper's face was still very calm, his thin lips curled into a slight smile, and the God of Reaper stretched out his hand to cover Fan Qingtian's body with the quilt.

Although the Grim Reaper doesn't feel cold, it's an experience that a normal person needs.

Fan Qingtian had his eyes closed, but his mind was very clear. After all, there was the God of Death lying beside her, let alone Alexander, who would always feel uncomfortable.

Turning on his side, the god of death did not fall asleep just then, but propped his head up and was still looking at Fan Qingtian.

The long curly eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and Fan Qingtian naturally felt the sight of the god of death looking at him again.

Gritting his teeth, Fan Qingtian desperately resisted the urge to slap the god of death away with a slap.

Finally, after a long time, Fan Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes.

The amber pupils instantly reflected the face of the Grim Reaper who was observing Fan Qingtian's face.

Immediately startled by the god of death, Fan Qingtian's eyes filled with anger again, and he shouted sharply, "God of death, what are you doing! Have you seen enough!"

With a roar, Fan Qingtian stretched out his hand to push away the God of Death who was very close to him, but unexpectedly, Fan Qingtian's hand was held by the God of Death in an instant, and then the God of Death pulled Brahma Qingtian lightly, pushing Fan Qingtian away. directly into the arms.

Fan Qingtian couldn't help being stunned by such a move, and then the faint hoarse voice of the god of death came into Fan Qingtian's ears, "I just want to make me fall in love with you, or make you fall in love with me."

Ten thousand bastards were crawling by the sea, Fan Qingtian really wanted to curse, "I don't need you to love me if I love you."

But in the end, Fan Qingtian was still very calm and didn't yell out these words. He just felt that playing this "bet on love" with Death God was a mistake in her life.

"Let go of me, don't you say you can't move me?" Fan Qingtian's tone at the moment seemed a little weak, struggling to get out of the arms of the God of Death, but the God of Death hugged Fan Qingtian tightly, making Fan Qingtian Qingtian couldn't move at all.

"Well, I'm really not prepared to want you." Death closed his eyes, and said in a very soft voice.

Biting his lip, Fan Qingtian looked up at Death's handsome half face with masked closed eyes, and finally Fan Qingtian chose to hold back his breath.

Now that this gamble has started, and the god of death is so active in wanting to make himself fall in love with her, Fan Qingtian has no reason not to cooperate, but if the god of death really falls in love with her, she will only bear a sin of love at most. .

Although he hates the crime of bearing love the most, in order to achieve great things, in order to be able to live a good and wonderful life, this crime is not something that Fan Qingtian can't bear.

Say she is soft-hearted, indeed, sometimes Fan Qingtian hates touching the word love the most, because it will block her way and make her have weaknesses, but love is what she wants to avoid, but she can't help avoiding it something that can't be done.

Let's say she is cruel, and it is true that Fan Qingtian will give up his emotions for the sake of the right path, but his conscience will remind her of her sins all the time and make her suffer.

Her eyes flickered slightly, but the corners of Fan Qingtian's mouth curled up into a sneering sneer. She would never let herself have any regrets.

Leaning against the chest of the god of death, Fan Qingtian was very calm at the moment. Feeling the body of the god of death without any warmth and the faint sound of his heartbeat, Fan Qingtian closed his eyes immediately and went to sleep.

Anyway, Fan Qingtian knew very well that the god of death would not kill her at this time, so she could just sleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)