Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 413 You Are The Second

But the problem is that Fan Qingtian can't do this, besides, in two days, he will take Zuo Zhujin to hunt, to change Zuo Zhujin's hostility towards him, and to arrange all the matters for Tu Kingdom's visit, Fan Qing God, where is the time to spend with Death.

"This black-bellied bastard." Fan Qingtian yelled at the god of death in his heart, and at the same time his face was full of smiles, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the arm of the god of death and smiled, "It's my honor to help the god of death put on clothes, I'm afraid there is no one who can help Death get dressed, come, come, let me help you dress."

For the next few words, Fan Qingtian pronounced the words extremely hard, wishing he could bite the god of death into his stomach one bite at a time.

There was a little brilliance in the eyes, and the god of death turned to look at Fan Qingtian who was holding his arm, with a faint smile on his face, "You are the second."

The God of Death's words were a bit inexplicable, even the clever Fan Qingtian couldn't think of what it meant to be the first to help the God of Death?
Is Reaper saying that she is the second person to help Reaper dress?Who is that first person?The maid, is the former woman of the God of Death, or the parents of the God of Death?
However, Fan Qingtian didn't think too deeply about what the God of Death said, and didn't ask who was the first person to help the God of Death dress. Fan Qingtian reached out and took a set of black robes on the tray next to him, and personally Clothes the Grim Reaper.

Opening his hands, the God of Death's eyes flickered with an inexplicable light, allowing Fan Qingtian to fiddle with it.

He has always been very serious about dressing, so Fan Qingtian didn't mess around when helping the god of death get dressed, and his expression was dignified and serious.

What's more, Fan Qingtian was worried that if he didn't help the god of death get dressed, the god of death would regret it and send her back later, wouldn't she vomit blood and die.

There is a warm atmosphere in the cold air.

The scene in front of me looked like a little daughter-in-law was dressing her husband who had just woken up, but Fan Qingtian didn't realize it.

Although the maids standing on both sides did not dare to look directly at Death God and Fan Qingtian, when they saw Fan Qingtian dressing Death God out of the corner of his eye, the two maids were surprised.

Not only have they never seen a woman next to the god of death, but they have never seen anyone dare to touch the god of death like this, or even dress the god of death.

The god of death never allowed anyone to touch him. This is a taboo for all maids and servants. I remember that there was a maid who accidentally touched the corner of the god of death's clothes. The maid's death was so miserable.

Now, seeing someone dressing the God of Death and daring to touch the God of Death like this, how could the two maids not be shocked.

Reaching out his hand to pat the folds of the God of Death's robe, Fan Qingtian finished dressing the God of Death, looked up at the God of Death, and Fan Qingtian smiled slightly, "Is the God of Death satisfied now?"

Shaking his head slightly, the god of death did not speak, and the breath around him was faintly released, and the maid standing aside suddenly felt a heavy oppressive force attacking him.

At that moment, cold sweat dripped from the foreheads of the two maids, they quickly withdrew their inappropriate gazes, lowered their heads, and didn't even dare to think about it.

"Go back, if you make this low-level mistake again, I won't necessarily save you." After Qingyou's words fell, Reaper waved his hand, and a powerful internal force hit the space, and a space door was smashed open .

There was a strong attraction in the space gate, and the god of death waved again, not giving Fan Qingtian any chance to react, and Fan Qingtian's body was instantly pushed into the space gate.

Fan Qingtian, who was sent into the space gate, did not panic at all, and immediately released his internal force to protect his whole body, so as not to be harmed by the suction force in the space. He wanted to say to the god of death very unhappy, "I can save myself , why are you troublesome."

However, Fan Qingtian was unable to say this sentence when the space was merged.

The space was closed, and the entire hall returned to its original appearance. The god of death watched Fan Qingtian leave, his eyes dimmed slightly, and then he left towards the gate of the hall.

"Respectfully send my emperor off..." Seeing the God of Death leave, the maid immediately knelt down and sent her away.

The dark night is as old as before, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the cold weather is as cold as people's hearts.

In a small courtyard in Yefu, a few red plum blossoms are in full bloom, adding a touch of gorgeous color to the snow-white world.

In the courtyard, Ye Gulan, who was wearing a white gown with the pattern of the sun and the moon, was playing the flute gently.

At this moment, Ye Gulan's handsome and feminine face looked very haggard, and her face was so pale that there was no blood.

The lavender sun and moon prints on the eyebrows are also dimmed.

The snowflakes fell lightly on Ye Gulan's body, she was indescribably weak, and her whole body exuded a lonely and cold aura, repelling others thousands of miles away.

Injured by Fan Qingtian, after more than a month of cultivation, Ye Gulan's body has almost recovered, but Ye Gulan's body is still very weak, after all, Fan Qingtian killed Ye Gulan The attack is not something everyone can bear.

On the side where Ye Gulan was standing, there was a qin. She was wearing a blue smoke peony dress, and Murong Xian, who was wearing white fur, was sitting in front of the qin.

With a beautiful face full of sadness, Murong's slender, long and soft fingers pressed on the strings, playing the rhythm seriously.

The faint sound of the piano, the faint Xiao sound, the harmony of the piano and the cymbal, mixed with the desolation and the love of staying together for a lifetime.

The sound of the piano, the sound of Xiao, reverberates in this quiet courtyard with a rhythm that makes people feel turbulent.

Ye Gulan and Murong Xian, the two stood, sat, played the flute, and played the piano, forming a beautiful ink painting in this snowy night, which is unforgettable.

At the end of the ensemble, Murong Xian stood up from the front of the piano, squeezed a smile on his face, looked at Ye Gulan with a trace of sadness and self-blame, and said, "Gu Lan, I'm sorry, I caused you to become like this Yes, if I hadn't suggested you to avenge your uncle earlier, you wouldn't have been beaten like this by the king."

As she said that, Murong Xian's eyes were red, and tears rolled down from Murong Xian's eyes. She continued with a pitiful look, "My father knew something happened to you. I wanted to come to see you earlier, but my father Locked up, only now can I sneak out to see you, Gu Lan, it’s my fault, scold me, hit me, but don’t ignore me, okay..."

Hugging Ye Gulan's waist, Murong Xian hugged Ye Gulan's unspeakable sadness.

With Murong Xian hugging her waist, Ye Gulan's icy breath subsided slightly.

Ye Gulan wasn't angry that Murongxian didn't come to find Ye Gulan, but was angry that Murongxian didn't give him any news after so many days. Ye Gulan was worried that Murongxian would go to find the king. what danger.

(End of this chapter)