Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 391 What Did You Do To The Silly Girl
"Who told you not to come back for so long, let me see if you are dead or not!" Dai Qi kept staring at the god of death, but replied to Fan Qingtian.

He was not angry because of the words of staying for seven days. Fan Qingtian thought that he had stayed here for seven or eight days, and it was time to go back.

With one hand on his back, his body straightened, Fan Qingtian felt the wind under his feet, "Let's go, we're going back."

Just as Fan Qingtian took two steps, his body trembled suddenly, followed by a pain of being smashed to the bone by a stone, which suddenly hit Fan Qingtian.

Immediately, Fan Qingtian's face was as pale as a piece of white paper, cold sweat rolled down his forehead in big drops, and Fan Qingtian was in pain and almost fainted.

"Hey, silly girl, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that Fan Qingtian stopped with a strange expression on his face, Dai Qi hurriedly asked, revealing inexplicable worry in his tone.

At this time, the God of Death who was following Fan Qingtian said unhurriedly, "Cultivate, whether you can survive and temper your physique depends on yourself."

Although the pain hit him fiercely, making him want to pass out, Fan Qingtian could still hear the death god's words clearly.

Immediately knowing the effect of the elixir God of Death gave her, Fan Qingtian immediately sat cross-legged and practiced without asking the God of Death's intention.

The cold sweat on his forehead soaked Fan Qingtian's bloody ragged robe, and the sweat mixed with blood dyed Fan Qingtian's entire ragged robe red.

That fair and delicate face was pale and pale, and Fan Qingtian felt that the bones in his body seemed to be smashed and fell off piece by piece, such pain clearly struck Fan Qingtian's mind.

Biting his lip so hard, Fan Qingtian almost bit his own lip.

It was very painful, but Fan Qingtian didn't even utter a word, and kept using his internal force to stabilize his mind, preventing himself from passing out from the pain and causing unpredictable consequences.

At this time, Fan Qingtian's body was surrounded by a faint layer of blood mist, and the bones of Fan Qingtian's body made a fine rubbing sound, as if sharp claws were grinding a stone. Scared of panic, pain of panic.

Dai Qi, who was standing on Fan Qingtian's shoulder, had already flown to a branch of a tree, staring at Fan Qingtian for a long time with serious eyes.

After withdrawing his gaze from Fan Qingtian, Dai Qi looked fiercely at the Reaper standing beside Fan Qingtian, and asked in a cold voice, "Reaper, what did you do to this silly girl!"

Hearing Dai Qi's stern questioning voice, Reaper looked up slightly, his dark eyes remained calm, "Are you concerned about her?"

"Bah, who cares about her! If she dies, I have to die too. Hmph, if you want to play any tricks, just tell me directly, is it interesting to do these little tricks?" Dai Qi replied disdainfully, with a deep look in his eyes. Dislike the meaning, but deep in the eyes is a hint of worry hidden.

The time spent with Fan Qingtian was neither too long nor too short, but Dai Qi actually liked Fan Qingtian's temperament quite a lot.

Although Fan Qingtian seems to be cold and arrogant by nature, he can tell that as long as he is kind to Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian will also be kind to others in seemingly inadvertent circumstances.

Although Dai Qi has always been against Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian doesn't mind, instead he eats and drinks to let him be free.

However, Daiqi would never admit in front of Fan Qingtian that it already had a good impression of Fan Qingtian, at least it would not be as annoying as it was at the beginning.

After listening to Dai Qi's words, the eyes of the god of death shone with a little brilliance, as if he was thinking, but he didn't listen to what Dai Qi was saying at all.

Seeing the god of death without saying a word for a long time, Dai Qi bravely said fiercely, "If something happens to this silly girl, don't blame me for taking your life!"

Losing people can't lose momentum. Although Dai Qi is afraid of death in his heart, Dai Qi just can't understand the confident attitude of death who seems to be able to control everything.

"She's busy, you'll be fine." The God of Death threw a sentence back to Dai Qi in a nonchalant manner.

Death's words immediately blocked Dai Qi's words. Fan Qingtian had something to do, and Dai Qi could not survive. If he had no life, how could Dai Qi want Death's life.

Staring at the Grim Reaper, he was about to bulge out, and the feathers of Du Qiqi exploded, and his blood was churning, and he almost rolled his eyes. Damn Reaper, damn it, it's so damned!
At this moment, the ground in the unusually quiet forest suddenly shook violently, and the sound of countless heavy running footsteps came from far to near to Death.

Immediately following a large group of fairy beasts, spirit beast level monsters splashed dust all over the sky, rushed towards Death God and Fan Qingtian and outflanked them.

This group of monsters was attracted by the bloody smell of the dozens of monsters killed by Fan Qingtian, so that all the monsters in the surrounding area rushed towards here.

Seeing so many monsters attacking, Dai Qi's face changed slightly.

Looking at Fan Qingtian whose whole face was distorted in pain, Dai Qi decided to protect Fan Qingtian no matter what, until he succeeded in training.

Although Dai Qi's strength was sealed by the god of death, he was still able to hold off this large group of monsters for a while.

Just when Dai Qi spread his wings and wanted to deal with this group of monsters, he saw a bracketed horse Neng first attacking the group of monsters running wildly.

That seemingly understatement attack, but it was mixed with the power of thunder and landed on the frontmost monster.

The monsters running wildly in front didn't even react, and were suddenly bombarded into a blood mist.

The blood mist filled the air, not even the bones existed, and a terrifying scene suddenly appeared, and the shocking monsters that followed one after another were stunned, and their steps slowed down.

This attack is exactly the shot of Death.

Standing in front of Fan Qingtian, the god of death is more like Fan Qingtian's guardian at this moment.

Looking indifferently at the stunned monster, the quiet voice of the god of death echoed, "Back off!"

It was said coldly from the mouth of the god of death, majestic and proud of the world, and all things bowed down.

Following the words of the God of Death, the group of monsters seemed to have heard the call of death, and when they stopped moving forward, they followed closely and turned around suddenly, as if there was something more ferocious and terrifying behind them. Escape from here as quickly as possible.

In the blink of an eye, the earth returned to calm again, Wan Lai was silent, and the place where Brahma Qingtian and Death God were located was even more quiet and treacherous.

The thing just happened in an instant. Looking at the group of monsters repelled by the god of death with a word, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then slowly turned his head to look at the god of death. Did this guy take the wrong medicine?Will help it repel this group of monsters?

(End of this chapter)