Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 411 She's Laughing

"Your Majesty, can you ask Satin to help you? I..." Satin looked at Fan Qingtian's distressed expression and asked with a glimmer of hope, but before he could finish speaking, Fan Qingtian beat him broken.

"Don't talk nonsense, let me go!" Fan Qingtian almost yelled this sentence. If this continues, Fan Qingtian is afraid that he will not be able to restrain himself anymore.

Even if Duan Qing doesn't throw Fan Qingtian down, Fan Qingtian will throw Duan Qing down.

This sentence carried an absolute order, and satin listened lightly and did not dare to disobey it. At that moment, he let go of Fan Qingtian's hand, took a deep look at Fan Qingtian, and sighed silently. In the end, he was still defeated by himself. My heart softened.

Withdrawing her gaze, Satin Qing immediately turned around to leave to get some cold water for Fan Qingtian.

And at the moment Satin turned around lightly, I saw wisps of invisible black smoke oozing from Fan Qingtian's body, and those hazy amber eyes were instantly replaced by red.

The breath around him suddenly changed strangely, Fan Qingtian's red eyes were full of evil and cruelty, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and suddenly the powerless Fan Qingtian seemed to be a different person. stood up.

With a flash of his figure, Fan Qingtian walked towards Satin who was staggering to fetch water for her.

She didn't know what was going on, but she saw that Satin Qing's arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, she was startled, and Satin Qing immediately turned her head away.

Immediately, she saw Fan Qingtian grabbing her hand, satin lightly dark red eyes were very surprised, and at the moment of satin light surprise, she realized that there was something wrong with Fan Qingtian now.

Suddenly, Duan Qing panicked, this kind of Fan Qingtian was so familiar, so familiar that he would never forget it, it was the cruel, cold, bloodthirsty Fan Qingtian.

"King..." Duan lightly wanted to call Fan Qingtian in horror, but just as the words came to his lips, he saw Fan Qingtian's evil spirit and laughed bloodthirstyly. His eyes were bloodthirsty. He twisted the satin light arm.

Hearing a shocking 'click' sound, Satin's light arm was in a strange twisted state.

Originally, the pain that Fan Qingtian had just slapped on Satin Qing's body was slightly relieved, but now Fan Qingtian's arm was twisted in an arc forcibly, and it broke apart. The pain made Satin Qing's entire face pale. It's a little bit bloody.

Big drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, his satin and handsome face was squeezed into a ball, and he shouted again in panic, "My lord, what are you doing, my lord..."

Looking at Satin Qing's expression at this time, Fan Qingtian seemed to be very satisfied with Satin Qing's expression at the moment, with an evil arc drawn at the corner of his mouth, followed by Fan Qingtian raised his foot and kicked Satin Qing hard. body.

Without the slightest ability to resist, Satin Qing's body flew backwards suddenly, hitting the table fiercely, smashing the table into half, and then Satin Qing's body stopped.

The dust and smoke diffused and dissipated, only to see blood continuously overflowing from Duanqing's mouth, the robe on his body was scratched, and the whole person was very embarrassed.

There was a thin smell of blood in the air, stirring up the manic murderous aura in Fan Qingtian's heart.

Fan Qingtian smiled cruelly and mercilessly, his eyes fixed on Satin Qing who was mourning in a low voice.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian has already been infiltrated by evil energy, and he is not a normal Fan Qingtian at all.

There was horror in his eyes. Satin Qing hadn't seen Fan Qingtian like this for a long time. He thought that Fan Qingtian had changed for the better, but now it proved that Fan Qingtian's nature was just suppressed.

In his heart, he was in awe of such a Fan Qingtian, although Sain Qing was very afraid of such a Fan Qingtian, but thinking, he found all of this by himself, so who could he blame?
Besides, it's not that Fan Qingtian is like this, nor has he never seen it before. Fan Qingtian treats Duan Qing cruelly, and Duan Qing has experienced it before, so he has nothing to be afraid of.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian walked towards the satin light step by step, licking his lips, Fan Qingtian seemed to have met a delicious prey.

Seeing Fan Qingtian like this, the panic on Duanqing's face at the beginning has become calm, but with a faint smile on the contrary, he is constantly enlightening himself in his heart, being killed by the person he loves is also a matter of life. Happy thing.

Maybe dying in the hands of Fan Qingtian like this, will Fan Qingtian also feel regret one day?Will there be him in her heart?
The more she thinks about this, comforting herself, a lonely smile suddenly blooms on Duanqing's face.

At this time, Fan Qingtian was already standing in front of Duanqing, looking down at Duanqing condescendingly, seeing that Duanqing was actually smiling with his red eyes, he showed a very displeased expression on his face.

Immediately, the black hand-colored internal force was condensed in the palm of the hand, and the face was full of ruthlessness. With a wave of his hand, a five-claw internal force viciously swept against Sain Qing's body.

Looking fondly at Fan Qingtian's attack on him, the face of Fan Qingtian was deeply reflected in the satin light pupils, and he shouted in his mouth, "Qingtian, Your Majesty, can I call you Tian'er? I Imagine the scene of me cooking and you hunting in the future, such a life must be very interesting and comfortable."

The voice was so weak that even Duanqing herself couldn't hear Duanqing's moans.

But at this moment, Fan Qingtian's attack ruthlessly struck Duanqing's body.

The strong inner strength immediately lifted Satin Qing's body into the air, and then hit the ground hard again.

When the gunpowder smoke dissipated, only five bone-deep scars were scorched bloody on Duanqing's body, dyeing Duanqing's dark red robe even more brilliant red.

"Ugh." Satin lightly grunted in pain, and Satin Qing's face, which was calmly waiting for her own life or death, became distorted due to the excessive pain.

The bright red from the corner of the mouth overflowed from the corner of Sain Qing's mouth as if desperate, seeing Sain Qing's expression, the expression on Fan Qingtian's face was very joyful, "Hehe..."

Smiling evilly, Fan Qingtian licked his lips, stretched out his hand and directly lifted Duanqing from the ground, enjoying the smell of the blood on Duanqing's body.

Suddenly, Fan Qingtian bared his teeth ferociously, and with a wave of his other hand, his internal force directly blasted the robe that Duanqing was wearing into pieces.

Fragments of the dark red robe floated down melodiously, and Fan Qingtian grabbed Sainqing's neck with a ferocious smile on his face.

At this time, the robe on Duanqing's body was torn to pieces, revealing the sturdy and exciting body, but the beautiful figure was covered with countless old and new scars, all of which were old and unhealed. The new ones are stacked and criss-crossed, and they are terrifyingly hideous.

These scars were not caused by Satin herself, but the scars caused by Fan Qingtian's ruthless hands on Satin.

(End of this chapter)