Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 393 Who Is Afraid Of Falling In Love With?
Who is afraid of whom, let's see who falls in love with whom!

The faint sunshine fell on the handsome faces of the two people, and the breeze blew the scattered blue hair of Fan Qingtian, and the picture of the two kissing was like a beautiful ink painting, which was beyond words. This wonderful scene Be still in this moment.

Seeing the scene of the god of death and Fan Qingtian kissing each other, Dai Qi was stunned in shock.

It was not wrong, it really was not wrong, Brahma Qingtian and the God of Death kissed the God of Death who is always high above and mighty!
Oh my god, Dai Qi felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and stared at this scene with mung bean eyes in disbelief.

Pressing the lips of the God of Death, Fan Qingtian could almost feel the subtle breath exhaled from the tip of the God of Death's nose, his eyes reflected himself in the pupils of the God of Death, and the corners of Fan Qingtian's brows were provocative and strong.

Fan Qingtian's forceful kiss to the god of death did not make the god of death look shocked at all. The faint, dark eyes on his face were beating with inexplicable light, which made people fall into it and couldn't extricate themselves.

Feeling Fan Qingtian's soft lips, there was a strange feeling in Death's heart. This feeling was completely different from the last time when he forced to kiss Fan Qingtian.

I didn't expect that the lips were the same, but the kiss had a different meaning.

The corners of the mouth raised slightly, just when the god of death wanted to take a step closer, Fan Qingtian suddenly let go of the god of death's lips.

With an incomparable arrogance on his face, Fan Qingtian said arrogantly, "Death, are you afraid? It's not certain who falls in love with whom!"

Looking at Fan Qingtian's aggressive and domineering look, he was not at all annoyed by Fan Qingtian's actions. On the contrary, Reaper felt very happy at this time.

Reflecting in his pupils the appearance of Fan Qingtian with his long hair loose and a feminine posture, the God of Death suddenly clasped the palm of Fan Qingtian's hand that was holding his skirt.

The god of death pulled Brahma Qingtian directly into his arms.

Startled by the actions of the god of death, Fan Qingtian was startled suddenly, and immediately wanted to break free from the embrace of the god of death, but before Fan Qingtian could push the god of death away, the lips of the god of death had already kissed Fan Heavenly lips.

The lips pressed together, and a hot and ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air.

Fan Qingtian's act of kissing the god of death just now did not startle the god of death, but the kiss of the god of death to Fan Qingtian at this moment made Fan Qingtian's sudden brain shortage unable to react.

It seemed that the light kiss was a bit dissatisfying to the god of death. The god of death looked at Fan Qingtian's stunned expression, with a smile in his eyes, and the tip of his tongue twitched Fan Qingtian's lips.

A cool and soft touch came, that kind of wonderful feeling made people enjoy it very much, and feeling such a gentle and fascinating touch immediately made Fan Qingtian's body tremble.

With a shiver, Fan Qingtian immediately came back to his senses, and with a sudden force, he pushed the God of Death, and broke free from the embrace of the God of Death.

Immediately, Fan Qingtian kept a distance of more than one meter away from the god of death, and his heart was beating inexplicably anxiously, and at the same time, Fan Qingtian felt a sudden surge of anger from the bottom of his heart.

His face was still extremely calm, but Fan Qingtian looked at the sparks in the eyes of the god of death at this moment, but he was vigilant.

Seeing Fan Qingtian's guarded appearance at this time, the god of death said softly, "Oh, are you already afraid that you will fall in love with me?"

The tone of the god of death sounded particularly flat in Fan Qingtian's ears, and he really wanted to get angry, but Fan Qingtian restrained himself, brushing the hair on his neck, and Fan Qingtian forced himself out of the roar. Squeeze out the woman's delicate voice and say, "It's not fear, it's a normal reaction for a woman to be molested by vile and shameless people."

At this time, Dai Qi, who had just recovered from the scene where Fan Qingtian kissed the god of death, heard Fan Qingtian's words, and suddenly laughed wildly, "Gah, haha, haha..."

Fan Qingtian said that she is a woman, she is a woman, but she is too masculine, saying that she is a woman, especially the mutated voice that is squeezed out, really makes Dai Qi have no choice but to not want to laugh.

In addition, Fan Qingtian scolded the god of death as a vulgar and shameless person. I am afraid that only Fan Qingtian in this world dared to scold the god of death like this.

Dai Qi's laughter was particularly abrupt in this peaceful forest.

Suddenly, Dai Qi felt that he couldn't make any sound from his throat, followed by pain and weakness in his body, and when he closed his eyes, Dai Qi fell directly from the branch.

Naturally, I also saw Dai Qi falling from the branch abnormally. Fan Qingtian tapped his toes immediately, and his figure swept away, and he rushed towards Dai Qi as fast as a flowing shadow. At the moment when Dai Qi was about to fall to the ground, Fan Qingtian reached out his hand to catch the fainted Dai Qi.

Looking up at the thoughtful Grim Reaper, Fan Qingtian asked coldly, "What did you do to Dai Qi?"

"It's too quiet." Death said a word indifferently.

Listening to Death's words, the corners of Fan Qingtian's mouth twitched slightly, and he also knew that Death just made Dai Qi faint, and did not do anything harmful to Dai Qi.

Frowning slightly, Fan Qingtian remained silent.

Seeing Fan Qingtian like this, God of Death chuckled lightly, and that faint smile was like the sounds of nature, "I have been tossing here for so long, go back and rest, suddenly, you can come as long as you want."

When saying this, the god of death had already turned around with his hands behind his back, and before Fan Qingtian could answer, the figure of the god of death had disappeared out of thin air.

Looking at the back of the God of Death leaving, Fan Qingtian pursed his lips, looked down at the cloak that the God of Death had put on her, his eyes were filled with inexplicable thoughts.

Fan Qingtian was especially surprised as to who the man named Mingyin was, what was his relationship with the god of death, and whether he would threaten her by then.

But now that the God of Death has left, it is impossible for Fan Qingtian to take the initiative to meet the God of Death. Fan Qingtian thought about this matter and waited until the next time he saw the God of Death to ask.

Stuffing Dai Qi into his arms, Fan Qingtian's mind suddenly resounded with the scene of the god of death kissing her just now, and the strangeness in his heart appeared again inexplicably.

His eyes were cold at the moment, Fan Qingtian clenched his palms tightly, and said coldly, "Reaper, since you want to play, then I will play with you, I will make you fall in love with me, just wait and see !"

With a flick of his hand, Fan Qingtian walked towards the stone tablet of Sudden Realm, ending this period of experience.

After attending the morning court, after Fan Qingtian court finished handling the memorial, he asked Mo Ziyuan about the progress of building the organ and Zuo Zhujin's recent situation.

Mo Ziyuan completed Fan Qingtian's mission very smoothly, but it also consumed a lot of Fan Qingtian's silver, but Fan Qingtian didn't feel bad about spending this money to build a mechanism wooden bird.

(End of this chapter)