Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 250: Does the God of Death learn from female celebrities?

After a pause, Bu Hai seemed to think of something, and the helplessness on his face disappeared, "But the king likes the dishes cooked by Mr. Du Qing, the old slave asked Mr. Du Qing to cook for the king when he has time, so that there will be no delay It's time to get down to business, how is your majesty doing?"

Seeing that Buhai was still unwilling to let Duanqing serve him, Fan Qingtian was speechless, but the stew stewed by Duanqing was indeed very good, and there was a little light in his eyes. Finally, Fan Qingtian nodded and said, "Okay, but I don't want to use too good ingredients. The people of this king have not yet solved their food and clothing."

"Your Majesty, who works hard for the people, really feels sorry for this old slave. Please, I think Mr. Duanqing will be able to use the simplest food to make the most delicious food for your Majesty!" Bu Hai replied with a smile.

It's just that Bu Hai is also a little confused, did Duan Qing make this stew by himself, or did Duan Qing let the cook do it?
Why didn't he know that Duanqing could cook, it seems that he had to ask Duanqing carefully.

But Bu Hai told Duan Qing about Fan Qingtian's instructions, and after that, Duan Qing would make new dishes every night for Fan Qingtian to eat on the grounds that the king had worked hard on state affairs, which made Fan Qingtian's appetite very tricky , Of course, this is something for another time.

With a slight smile on his face, Fan Qingtian waved his hand lightly and said, "I'm tired, Eunuch Hai should go back and rest too."

"Your Majesty, take a rest early. I'll let Xiaochunzi stand guard outside the hall. If you have anything to do, call Xiaochunzi." Buhai said with a smile.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian nodded in response, Bu Hai cleaned up the table before retreating, and closed the door of Fan Qingtian's room by the way.

After Buhai left, Fan Qingtian got up from the table, took a shower, took off his robe, put on a nightgown, and then activated his thoughts, the bracelet hidden on his skin appeared, and then a ray of light suddenly appeared, Fan The scene in front of Qingtian changed instantly.

Entering the study room of the fantasy space again, Fan Qingtian walked around the bookshelves, finally found a book about embroidery, and opened it to read.

Thinking that in three days, I will meet with Lin Cailuo to discuss things. Even if I don't know how to embroider, I still have to get to know each other so that I can talk about it.

Fan Qingtian has always been prepared beforehand when doing things, and he must know in advance what he doesn't know. In this way, Fan Qing has enough capital to grasp the most favorable conditions.

Just as Fan Qingtian was flipping through the books, a figure in a black embroidered gold-rimmed robe quietly came in front of Fan Qingtian, and stretched out his hand to pull out a book beside Fan Qingtian.

In an instant, someone was sensed coming, but Fan Qingtian's face was calm, without any panic and vigilance, because the only one who could come here was the God of Death besides her.

The book was flipped through in the blink of an eye, and Fan Qingtian had already memorized all the contents in it, and then lazily raised his eyes to look at the god of death standing beside him.

A sculpture-like three-dimensional face was glowing, and the god of death with the eyes under the mask did not look at Fan Qingtian, but at the book that he opened in his hand.

Frowning slightly, Fan Qingtian stuffed the book in his hand back to its original place, preparing to stay away from the god of death.

At this time, the god of death closed the book in his hand, looked at Fan Qingtian indifferently, opened his thin lips slightly, and said slowly in a deep sandy voice, "Do you want to learn from female celebrities?"

Pursing his lips, Fan Qingtian glanced at the god of death, and said calmly, "Can't you watch it if you don't study?"

"Women, you should learn from female celebrities." The god of death responded indifferently.

Almost choking on his saliva, Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death with strange eyes, "When did the god of death know that women must be popular?"

After a pause, Fan Qingtian raised his eyebrows lightly, and said with a trace of joking on his face, "I think men should also learn from female celebrities. If you can't learn it, you can learn it. I have learned to teach you."

Thinking of the god of death sitting on the embroidery frame embroidering, Fan Qingtian thought how funny it could be, then a powerful person suddenly turned into a little daughter-in-law. If people who are afraid of the god of death know this, then I'm not going to laugh like crazy.

Fan Qingtian felt that if God of Death really learned from women, she would not mind playing with God of Death. This would definitely destroy the image of God of Death, and would definitely allow him to win a game with God of Death besides martial arts!
As long as he can win a game against Death God, Fan Qingtian can also spare it.

Of course, the god of death will not agree to Fan Qingtian boringly.

Putting the book in his hand back on the bookshelf, Death waved his hand, and a book on the top shelf flew up, and then fell into the hands of Death.

"The destiny cannot be violated." After the death god threw Fan Qingtian's words indifferently, he turned around and took a step.

With a step of [-] meters, the god of death sat down at the desk at the end in a blink of an eye, ignored Fan Qingtian, and looked at the book in his hand indifferently.

His eyes fell on the god of death who was already sitting in front of the desk. He didn't know whether the god of death meant that female red was originally a job done by women, and it was unreasonable for men to do it, or there were other intentions in the myth of death.

Squinting his eyes, Fan Qingtian didn't care what death meant, and sneered in a low voice, "The destiny cannot be violated. If I want to defy the sky, the sky cannot be stopped. If the sky wants to be stopped, I will break the sky."

Fan Qingtian's voice was very low, but the God of Death could still hear it clearly. Looking at the strangely shaped words on the book, a ray of light flashed across the dark eyes of the God of Death, and an imperceptible smile rose from the corner of his mouth, but He didn't look up at Fan Qingtian.

But Fan Qingtian withdrew his gaze from the god of death, looked at the books on the bookshelf, stacked a pile of books and put them on the ground, and sat cross-legged on the ground to watch.

In the quiet space, there was only the sound of flipping books. Fan Qingtian and Death God each occupied a place, looking at the books in their hands, no one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed harmonious.

When Fan Qingtian finished reading a stack of books, the god of death had already left.

Stretching, Fan Qingtian turned his eyes to the place where Death God was sitting in front of the desk just now, and his eyes were beating with light.

Withdrawing his gaze, Fan Qingtian got up and put the book back in its original place before leaving the study room of the Illusory Space.

Returning to his dormitory again, it was already late at night, but Fan Qingtian didn't want to waste time and immediately crossed his legs and entered the practice.

With the improvement of Fan Qingtian's divine source, although Fan Qingtian is only a high-level holy vein, his internal strength is much higher than that of ordinary holy vein powerhouses. It is also manageable.

The sky was bright again, and the heavy snow was still falling, and the road that had just been cleared from the snow-covered ground was covered with a thin layer of snow again.

Although the main hall in the Zhengxuan Hall was warm with the fire, most people still felt very cold, and their bodies couldn't help shivering slightly.

(End of this chapter)