Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 58 I wish you survived
And the ones who changed Fan Qingtian's mind the most were the soldiers of the Mu Kingdom. They saw with their own eyes how Fan Qingtian fought to the death in danger to protect the Mu Kingdom. If the king is no longer a murderer, they I am also willing to let go of my personal prejudices and be loyal to her forever.

The sun is warm, the breeze is blowing, and the grass and flowers are swaying with the breeze, as if they are dancing.

The creek is light and flowing, and a small path is paved with cobblestones from the edge of the creek. It is paved directly outside the courtyard door of a small wooden house not far away. In the courtyard, several peach trees are full of pink peach blossoms. With the faint breeze falling from the peach tree, it is like a rain of petals.

This place is like a paradise, which makes people feel empty...

At this time, in the cabin, the gentle sunlight shines through the window on a woman lying on the bed by the window.

The woman is dressed in white, which does not give people a soft feeling, but gives people a kind of royal style that a man should have, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female.

The face is exquisite and flawless, the contours of the face are soft yet firm, the white face is glowing, and the curled eyelashes are silhouetted under the eyelids, like butterfly wings.

She is like a god living in this paradise, so beautiful that people feel unreal.

At this time, the woman's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then slowly opened, her amber eyes narrowed slightly, but she looked at this strange environment very calmly.

Turning his head slightly, he looked at the peach blossoms that were flying out of season at the window, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Have I been asleep for so long? What kind of place is this!"

Pushing himself up, Fan Qingtian felt as if his body was being rolled over, the pain was unbearable, and his body was extremely weak, his face changed color slightly, Fan Qingtian bit his lip, but he didn't say a word.

At this time, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and a man in a black robe embroidered with gold trim walked in with a steady step and the backlight.

On a three-dimensional and handsome face as carved by a knife, a black-gold mask covered his face above the tip of his nose. A pair of pitch-black eyes exposed in the mask did not accommodate anything, as if they looked down on everything and looked down on it like eyes.

The long silver hair was not tied up like a waterfall, and was casually draped behind her back. A strand of silver hair hung on her shoulders, adding a touch of laziness.

Although there was no awe-inspiring aura coming from his body, people who saw him would feel subconsciously wanting to surrender, and the mask on his face made him feel even more mysterious.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fan Qingtian slightly raised his eyes to look at the person coming, his pupils shrank suddenly, but his face was still calm, and he said calmly in a weak voice, "Death..."

"Wake up." The low, magnetic and pleasant voice said without any emotion.

Diameter walked in front of Fan Qingtian, and the God of Death looked at her calmly with his deep eyes.

The amber eyes flashed slightly, and they looked at the god of death, and then Fan Qingtian asked lightly, "What are you dragging me into the illusion again..."

With his hands on his back, the god of death looked away from Fan Qingtian's body, raised his head slightly, cast his eyes on the peach tree outside the window, and said softly, "Congratulations on your victory, you survived this game."

There is no terrifying and strange atmosphere of Senluo Temple here, so that Fan Qingtian didn't have the fear from the heart when facing the god of death again. Now the god of death standing in front of Fan Qingtian made her feel a little more relaxed.

The phoenix eyes were calm and did not fluctuate in any way after hearing the words of the god of death, and the corner of Fan Qingtian's mouth curled up, "Oh? I am in two games now."

Without answering Fan Qingtian's words, the god of death said flatly, "I allow you to beg me to stop one of the games. The price is that you fall in love with me."

With a soft snort, Fan Qingtian slightly shook his head and smiled as he faced Death God, "Do you think I will allow your game, or beg you?"

With a light wave of his hand, there was now a white jade wine glass in Death God's hand, and the clear liquid in the wine glass rippled in the wine glass.

On Death's calm face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said slowly in a gentle voice, "Do you think this is a glass of poisoned wine?"

"Is this a guessing game?" Fan Qingtian calmly looked directly at the god of death and asked softly.

"You can think so." The voice was flat and without any emotion, and it was impossible to guess what the god of death wanted to do.

Frowning lightly, Fan Qingtian didn't have any look of fear in his eyes, and replied calmly, "It's not poisonous wine!"

"Oh, then you can drink it." The god of death handed the wine glass in front of Fan Qingtian.

Looking at the wine glass in the hands of the god of death, and taking the wine glass in the hands of the god of death, Fan Qingtian did not hesitate, and directly swallowed the wine, telling her directly that if the god of death wanted to continue the game, then he would not let himself dead.

Fan Qingtian drank the wine in his hand without hesitation, and a faint light flashed across the eyes of the God of Death and disappeared.

When Fan Qingtian drank the glass of wine, a warm air flowed through her body in an instant, making the pain all over her body gradually subside, and the broken bones in her body began to repair automatically. .

Immediately understanding that this glass of wine is a healing medicine, a trace of complexity flashed in Fan Qingtian's eyes, and then he calmed down again.

Ignoring the god of death, Fan Qingtian immediately repaired it cross-legged.

With a faint golden light emitting from his body, Fan Qingtian sat cross-legged on the wooden couch like a Buddha.

Time passed bit by bit, and Fan Qingtian was repairing the injuries in his body. The wounds and wounds that were originally injured in his body healed quickly, and a sense of relaxation rose up.

Breathing out a turbid breath, Fan Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of amber eyes released a smart cold light.

Glancing at the God of Reaper who had not left sitting on the edge of the stone table in the room, his phoenix eyebrows were raised slightly, and Fan Qingtian was a little surprised that the God of Reaper would extend a helping hand to her to treat her injuries.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian's injury has completely healed, and the pain in his body has disappeared. Fan Qingtian stood up from the bed, looked at the god of death with his eyes closed, and said, "Thank you for your help this time."

Eyes opened, Death's deep black eyes are very calm, moderately thick lips slightly parted, "I want you to get well soon, just because the next game will be more exciting, I am looking forward to your performance."

The words of the God of Death did not surprise Fan Qingtian at all. If the God of Death really helped her unconditionally, it would be incredible.

"Before I win you, even if you arrange more games, I won't lose." Fan Qingtian said calmly with a curved mouth.

"Very confident, worthy of my expectation, you can leave." After the last word fell, the god of death raised his hand, Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened, and he fell into endless darkness.

There was a slight calling sound in his ears, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly, and then opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)