Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 503 A Completely Heartless Lover
With satin lightness, these officials did not dare to make big moves against Fan Qingtian, and satin lightness would tell themselves any small moves, and Buhai could take precautions in advance.

But Duan Qing's filial piety to her also moved Bu Hai.

Although it is said that Satin Qing is planning all of this for herself and has intentions, Satin Qing's intention is obvious, she just wants to get promoted and make a fortune, and to live a good life.

Satin Qing didn't have much thoughts like Ye Gulan, wanting to kill Fan Qingtian and take revenge on Fan Qingtian.

He doesn't really love Fan Qingtian, but Duanqing will never want Fan Qingtian to die, so Buhai still likes Duanqing very much.

Not wanting Duxiang to die like this, Buhai held a little hope, turned his gaze to Duxiangxiu again and said, "Okay, let's see then."

It's not surprising that Buhai would agree, after all, Duanqing and Buhai have a very good relationship, Du Xiangxiu looked sideways at Jue Rong, "Medical girl Jue Rong, please excuse me."

Hearing Du Xiangxiu's order, Jue Rong nodded expressionlessly.

Walking in front of Du Qing who was being held by Bu Hai, Jue Rong inspected Du Qing's body, his black eyes dimmed slightly.

Looking at Du Xiangxiu expressionlessly, Jue Rong said calmly, "Mr. Du's heart veins have been shattered, and Mr. Du doesn't have the strength of a soul vein, my lord, Jue Rong can't do anything to save Mr. Du Xiang."

Hearing Jue Rong's words, Bu Hai sighed helplessly again.

In the past, Du Xiangxiu was always against Du Xiangxiu, and Du Xiangxiu wished he would never see Du Xiangxiu again, but now that Du Xiangxiu is dead, Du Xiangxiu feels a little sad and reluctant.

The palms under the sleeves could not help but clenched slightly, Du Xiangxiu looked at Jue Rong and asked in a deep voice, "Is there really no way to save Duan Qing?"

Although it is very clear that Jue Rong said that Satin Qing cannot be saved, then there is really no way to save Satin Qing, but Du Xiangxiu still wants to confirm it again.

Unexpectedly, Du Xiangxiu, who has always been aware of his own personality, would ask himself one more question, Jue Rong nodded, "Even the soul-returning pill can't save Young Master Du, and Jue Rong can't do anything about it."

Once again receiving Jue Rong's affirmative answer, Du Xiangxiu's twinkling eyes were also full of sadness, "Let me send Duan Qing all the way."

Not answering Duxiangxiu's words, Buhai carried Duanqing's body and headed towards Yipin Xinqing Palace, and Duxiangxiu followed closely.

In the sleeping hall of Crouching Dragon Hall, incense mixed with the blood that had not dissipated from Duan Qing's body floated in the air, and the ground was in a mess, and no one came to clean it.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian was sitting on the bed with his hands folded around his knees, his face covered with loose black hair, and it was impossible to see what expression Fan Qingtian had at the moment.

But Fan Qingtian exuded an extremely depressed and indifferent aura, lonely and desolate, and a thought that made people couldn't help but feel sad.

The fist of one hand was bloody and bloody, but Fan Qingtian didn't know the pain. He clenched his fist more and more tightly, and bloody spots oozed from the injured fist, dripping on the soft beige quilt, dyeing A blood plum.

His body twitched slightly, and under the face covered by blue hair, Fan Qingtian's face was coldly tense, and two lines of tears slowly overflowed from his red eye sockets.

I don't know what kind of feeling it is in my heart, Fan Qingtian just wants to cry, but she can't cry, only two lines of tears represent the regret, pain and helplessness in her heart.

It was she who drove Duan Qing to a dead end, it was her, she caused all this!
If she hadn't always wanted Satin Qing's life, Satin Qing would not have committed suicide to show her loyalty because she was afraid of embarrassing herself.

Loyal, even the person who loved her died, how could Fan Qingtian feel such pain in his heart.

This kind of pain is even worse than when she was killed by Ye Duchen lightly.

I never felt that Fan Qingtian would have any compassion for Duanqing's death.

But when Fan Qingtian really understood that Duan Qing was so sincere to him, Fan Qingtian knew that it was impossible for him to become a ruthless and heartless person.

Satin is dead, why does she care so much in her heart, why does she still have sad emotions flooding her heart, which makes her feel a little suffocated with self-blame, and suddenly she is a little at a loss.

After all, she still can't become such a heartless and ruthless person as Ye Duchen, even if she loves Ye Duchen, Ye Duchen can be cruel enough to kill her, but she can't.

Why can Ye Duchen become that person's cruel and heartless person, but she can't!

"Ah..." Fan Qingtian suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and the breath around him radiated crazily.

Terrifying power erupted from Fan Qingtian's body, and everything in the entire bedroom was shattered by Fan Qingtian's internal force.

The sleeping hall trembled slightly, the bed, table, stool, etc. were all reduced to half at this moment, shattered and collapsed.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the bed that Fan Qingtian was sitting on also collapsed at this moment.

The broken wooden boards of the bed beams were continuously smashed down in front of Fan Qingtian, making loud and loud noises.

Some sawdust even rubbed against Fan Qingtian's face, leaving a blood-red wound on Fan Qingtian's handsome face in an instant.

The sawdust hit Fan Qingtian's head, and Fan Qingtian didn't dodge it, as if he was like a wooden man, knowing no pain.

The small wooden bed beams collapsed, and even the bed beam with the main root couldn't support it, and it collapsed violently.

A few bed beams with thick arms fell fiercely towards the top of Fan Qingtian. If he didn't dodge, even if he wasn't killed, he would be severely injured.

And Fan Qingtian didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it, with red eyes and a cold face, he sat motionless, letting the huge pillar and bed beam fall down.

Danger strikes in an instant, and Fan Qingtian is in danger in the blink of an eye.

And at this moment, a black figure came in front of Fan Qingtian with a trace of hasty breath, and at the moment when the bed beam was about to hit Fan Qingtian's head, Fan Qingtian was embraced by the black figure. body.

Holding Fan Qingtian in his arms, the god of death shifted his body, and had already taken Fan Qingtian away from the dangerous situation.

"Boom..." The thick and heavy beam of the bed hit the bed, and immediately the whole bed collapsed and was smashed into pieces.

The hustle and bustle filled the air, and it was a mess. If the god of death hadn't had time to carry Fan Qingtian away from this dangerous place, Fan Qingtian would probably be injured again and lie on the bed now.

Wearing a black robe embroidered with gold embroidered with no wind, the Grim Reaper showed no emotion on his face, and the eyes under the mask looked calmly at the person in his arms.

Perhaps because of the approach of the god of death, Fan Qingtian, who was trapped in his own world without any response, finally moved.

(End of this chapter)