Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 606
His eyes sank slightly, and Fan Qingtian walked towards Li Mie, and also stood on the Hongqiao.

The Hongqiao retracted automatically, closing onto the giant ship as fast as a shadow.

Fan Qingtian, who had just stood at Hongqiao, had not had time to prepare, Hongqiao suddenly shrank, making Fan Qingtian's body a little unsteady and almost fell into the lake.

At that moment, the god of death grabbed Fan Qingtian's arm, and Fan Qingtian was pulled into his arms by the god of death.

The bright and wise eyes reflected the expressionless handsome face of the God of Death, and Fan Qingtian couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive.

Soon after regaining consciousness, Fan Qingtian immediately pushed away the God of Death a little, and kept a distance from the God of Death.

Meifeng frowned slightly, and Fan Qingtian said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

"En." Not caring about the distance that Fan Qingtian deliberately kept, the God of Death answered lightly.

In the blink of an eye, Reaper and Fan Qingtian were standing on the giant ship.

On the bow of the huge ship, there is a simple tea table and two sitting cats.

Fan Qingtian sat opposite the Grim Reaper.

As the host, Shinigami poured a glass of sake for Fan Qingtian.

Taking a deep look at the god of death, Fan Qingtian picked up the wine poured by the god of death, and took a sip.

At this time, the giant ship also moved slowly.

But when Fan Qingtian finished drinking the glass of wine, the scene of Fantasy Lake suddenly changed.

I saw the vast lake stretching as far as the eye can see, with green mountains and green waters, and fish swimming happily in the water. The giant boat that Fan Qingtian and Death God were sitting on became very small in this vast lake.

Countless gorgeous flowers bloom on the towering cliffs of the valleys on both sides of the bank. When a gust of breeze blows, the petals flutter all over the sky, melodiously sprinkled in the lake water, which is magical and staggering.

A petal fell on Fan Qingtian's empty wine glass, with no regrets in the desolation.

Looking at this beautiful scenery, Fan Qingtian was obviously also surprised by this scene, and couldn't help but admire in his heart, this place is so beautiful.

At this time, the god of death also said, "At the end of this lake, you still have time to think."

Hearing the words of God of Death, Fan Qingtian withdrew his thoughts, raised his brows lightly, and said in a low voice, "You mean we want to intensify the bet between us?"

"It seems that you haven't forgotten what I said." Taking a sip of the wine, Death said casually, "Erase our memory, there is no grudge between you and me, just let things take their course, you will fall in love with me, or make me fall in love with you .”

"It's such a boring game. I really didn't expect that the God of Reaper would be so childish." Staring at God of Reaper, Dai Qi sarcastically said with disdain.

"It is precisely because I have never experienced it before that this is the most wonderful game in my life." Reaper said indifferently, raising his eyebrows slightly.

With a serious face on his face, Fan Qingtian looked straight at the God of Death and said, "What do you want to do."

"This game, whether you win or lose, I will pay back all your lives 30 years later, help you erase the blood in your body, and resolve our grievances from now on.

If you win, I can promise you three conditions, if I win, you promise me three conditions, I think this game is not bad for you. "Reaper said nonchalantly in an indifferent tone.

Fan Qingtian was a little surprised when he heard the words of the God of Death. The conditions offered by the God of Death are undoubtedly beneficial to Fan Qingtian, and she only needs to complete the game.

"What conditions do you want?" Although Fan Qingtian was very moved by the tempting conditions offered by the God of Death, Fan Qingtian still had to guard against God of Death's plans for her.

Seeing Fan Qingtian's vigilant look, the God of Death suddenly chuckled and said, "Whatever I ask you to do, you can do it."

After a pause, God of Death seemed to think of something more interesting and said, "Well, I'll write down three requirements, and you write down three requirements, and put them in the kit for each other to keep, and the loser completes the win. out conditions.

Of course, I won't force you, if you really have time to wait for the answer in seven years, I can also accompany you. "

Being able to resolve the troubles between himself and the god of death today, Fan Qingtian will naturally not wait until seven years later.

Moreover, the reason why Fan Qingtian had to wait for seven years was just a way of delaying, to make himself stronger, so that he could coerce the god of death to release her from the imprisonment.

Now that God of Death has offered all the conditions that are beneficial to her, Fan Qingtian is not stupid, and of course he will not refuse this request.

What made Fan Qingtian very puzzled was why the God of Death would take this opportunity to resolve their entanglement, was it because the God of Death was tired of playing games with her, or was there some other reason?
But no matter what the reason is, this condition is harmless to Fan Qingtian.

Shaking his head slightly, Fan Qingtian said decisively with his calm eyes, "I promise you."

"Very good." Following the words of the god of death, paper and ink appeared in front of Fan Qingtian out of thin air, and three empty black embroidered gold rims, painted with complicated patterns appeared in front of him.

"After this game is over, you can open the kit. Write down the conditions of what you want me to do." After finishing speaking, the god of death stood up from his seat, turned around and walked to the fence beside the bow, looking at the The beautiful scenery of the lake.

His deep eyes stare at everything, no one can see what the god of death is thinking at this moment, and why he made this game decision, is this really just a game?

Perhaps this is the reason why only the god of death can understand why he did this.

Looking at the figure of the god of death standing against the wind, Fan Qingtian circulated the dark light, picked up a pen and wrote down the conditions he wanted the god of death to complete on the paper, and then folded it up and put it in the kit.

Holding three identical kits, Fan Qingtian got up and walked in front of the god of death.

"These are my three conditions." Fan Qingtian said indifferently as he handed the kit in his hand to the God of Death.

Slightly lowering his head to glance at the kit in Fan Qingtian's hand, the god of death took Fan Qingtian's kit into his hand, and then put the kit he had prepared into Fan Qingtian's hand.

Grasping the kit from the god of death, Fan Qingtian suddenly had an urge to open the kit from the god of death to have a look.

Fan Qingtian was a little unimaginable to think of a God of Reaper who is high above, possesses countless wealth, and has great strength, what demands can she make?

But in the end, Fan Qingtian still suppressed the impulse in his heart, and received the death kit into the Nawu space.

At the same time, the boat that was parading in the water stopped.

A one-meter-large tornado black wormhole appeared in the space in front of the ship. At first glance, I didn't find it strange, but at the second glance, I felt that my soul was about to be sucked in by the black wormhole.

(End of this chapter)