Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 407 That's Not Our Pavilion Master
All she wanted was to suppress Li Mie, and Fan Qingtian also wanted to be brothers with Li Mie, but if she really couldn't become brothers with Li Mie, Fan Qingtian felt it was a pity, and she wanted Li Mie to help her. She also fell through.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Fan Qingtian looked at Li Mie indifferently and remained silent.

At this moment, Li Mie smiled and said mysteriously, "Shu Li Jian, when it is time to tell you, I will naturally tell you."

"Could it be that you don't know?" Hearing what Li Mie said, Fan Qingtian raised his eyebrows, seeming to be very suspicious of Li Mie's words.

"What do you think?" Li Mie threw back this sentence in a nonchalant manner.

What a crafty fellow!Fan Qingtian cursed in his heart.

If Li Mie didn't know the whereabouts of Shu Li Jian, wouldn't Fan Qingtian and Li Mie lose money in the deal.

Without any fluctuations on his face, Fan Qingtian said in a murderous tone, "Of course I hope you'd better know the whereabouts of Shuli Sword."

Listening to Fan Qingtian's words, Li Mie's expression remained the same.

Suddenly, Li Mie's gaze fell on the blood-stained robe on Fan Qingtian's abdomen, and Li Mie suddenly reached out to touch Fan Qingtian's injured abdomen.

Immediately feeling the strength of Li Mie covering his abdomen, Fan Qingtian was startled suddenly, and stretched out his hand to slap Li Mie's hand off.

But before Fan Qingtian could move, he saw that Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened, his eyes closed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Li Mie raised his other hand to catch Fan Qingtian's body that was leaning back. Looking at Fan Qingtian's closed eyes, Li Mie's eyes were beating with light, and he slowly lifted Fan Qingtian. Lie flat on the bed.

Putting Fan Qingtian on the bed, Li Mie pressed his hand against the wound on Fan Qingtian's abdomen, and gently stroked it, the blood-soaked robe on Fan Qingtian's abdomen was torn apart by Li Mie. The opening reveals Fan Qingtian's tender and heart-shattering abdomen.

But there was a deep and hideous scar piercing through the body on the white abdomen, and the blood scabbed on the wound, which was extremely shocking.

It wasn't because Fan Qingtian had too much expression on his wounded face, looking at the remaining energy on Fan Qingtian's abdomen, Li Mie's eyes flickered with cold light.

Stimulating the internal force, Li Mie's hand suddenly hung in the air on Fan Qingtian's injured flank.

Wisps of light transparent internal force from Li Mie's palm poured into Fan Qingtian's wound, followed by a little glimmer of light floating out of Fan Qingtian's wound, and dissipated in the void.

"Hmm." With a soft hum, Fan Qingtian frowned tightly.

Fan Qingtian, who fell asleep, knew that she was in pain, but she wanted to wake up, but she couldn't.

Hearing Fan Qingtian's humming voice, Li Mie looked thoughtful.

It is very painful to force out the residual strength of the wound, especially the wound left by a strong man of the soul vein level, so Li Mie let Fan Qingtian fall asleep to slightly relieve Fan Qingtian's pain.

The internal strength increased again, and Li Mie pulled out the remaining strength of Fan Qingtian's wound more quickly.

It wasn't until Fan Qingtian's wound no longer penetrated the residual energy that Li Mie withdrew his internal energy.

He took out a bottle of medicine from under his cuff, sprinkled it lightly on Fan Qingtian's wound, and helped Fan Qingtian briefly bandage the wound on his abdomen and hands.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian's wound had been healed, Li Mie had a little satisfaction on his face.

Li Mie stretched out his hand and covered Fan Qingtian with the quilt, his movements flowing smoothly.

If this scene was seen by Li Mie's subordinates, his Pavilion Master would personally heal her and even cover her with a quilt so considerately, the eyeballs might be stared out of fright.

The cold snowy night was still as usual, and the entire royal city was so quiet that one couldn't bear to break the tranquility.

In the National Courtyard, at this cold night, there are dozens of figures busy on the roof, plastering the walls and building tiles. On this cold night, this behavior is very strange.

On a roof of the National Courtyard, an old man covered the roof with a golden tile, and then reached out to pat the snowflakes that had accumulated on his body.

With an old face like an orange peel, his eyes were blurred with a troubled look. Seeing that the tiles of such a huge project had not been completed, the old man complained without tears, "My Pavilion Master, How could you let us do such rough work? We didn’t say anything wrong. Why did you punish us for coming here to build a house! And you had to let us come here in the middle of the night in the cold. You are clearly torturing us ah."

Thinking that he was sent here by his pavilion master Li Mie to do such a job before he had enough sleep, Pang Su almost wanted to die.

"Vice Pavilion Master Pang, don't complain, if the Pavilion Master hears it, you will be finished." Not far from Pang Su, Ruo Zhirou moved the tiles on the roof one by one neatly, Hearing Pang Su's complaints, he immediately answered.

"Young girl, the old man doesn't understand. Why did the pavilion master ask us to build a house to punish us? Isn't it corporal punishment for making mistakes? Besides, we didn't say anything wrong when we talked with the pavilion master today. Why do we all have to collectively Was he punished?" He didn't understand, and Pang Su thought about it for most of the night, but he couldn't figure it out.

And on the roof of a high attic hall opposite Pang Su, a handsome man exuding a simple scholarly temperament all over his body, a light flashed in his eyes when he heard Pang Su's words.

This is the National Court, Pang Su didn't know where it was, but Yan Dongqing knew exactly where it was.

"It seems that Fan Qingtian has a very close relationship with Pavilion Master Li Mie." Yan Dongqing said secretly in his heart.

By arranging Ying Chenxi in Wangcheng, Yan Dongqing now knows every move in Wangcheng clearly, which naturally includes the fact that Fan Qingtian wants to build the National Academy, but cannot find craftsmen to help.

Now that Li Mie is looking for an excuse to let them come here to help Fan Qingtian build the National Court, the intention is already very obvious.

I didn't expect Li Mie to be so interested in Fan Qingtian, Yan Dongqing is now more and more suspicious of the relationship between Fan Qingtian and Li Mie, I'm afraid this is definitely not a simple transaction.

His eyes sank, and the corners of Yan Dongqing's mouth curled into an imperceptible sly smile.

And Pang Su's question made everyone present want to know the answer. They are very powerful.

Everyone's strength here, the ones who are not respected and admired, and they are now reduced to doing rough work and building houses here, won't they be laughed out of their teeth by being known?
But they couldn't figure out why Li Mie let them come here to build a house.

And if they figured out that Li Mie was the real reason for making an excuse for them to come here to build a house, they would definitely hit the wall in surprise.

"Vice Pavilion Master Pang, how can we guess what the Pavilion Master thinks? If we can guess the Pavilion Master's meaning at will, then he is not our Pavilion Master. We should repair all the dilapidated places here as soon as possible. That's the way to go." The most important thing." Whispering her fingers, several tiles in her hand had already fallen on the roof.

(End of this chapter)