Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 622 Same Meaning

'The game is over, I hope the god of death will never disturb my life, stay away from my sight, don't be my enemy, don't interfere with my affairs. '

Seeing what was written on the paper that Fan Qingtian handed over, the brows under the death mask frowned.

If he could see the eyebrows on the handsome face under the death mask, which would be wrinkled because of this incident, I'm afraid it would be quite frightening.

The atmosphere seemed a little immersed, and the god of death was silent for a while and said, "You really want me to do this."

He didn't want to, but Fan Qingtian said, "Yes."

Knowing that he can't possess Fan Qingtian so quickly, although such a thing is nothing to the god of death, at worst he can stay by Fan Qingtian's side in a different identity.

However, Fan Qingtian pushed him far away like this, which made Death really unhappy.

"Okay." The voice was cold, and Death replied calmly.

A good sentence means that Fan Qingtian and the god of death will have nothing to do with each other.

There was a dull pain in her heart, and Fan Qingtian was a little bit reluctant, but she still had to ruthlessly cut off this love that shouldn't have started.

Since there is no result, end it as soon as possible.

His eyes were fixed on Fan Qingtian's body, and the god of death did not let go of any emotion on Fan Qingtian's face.

Although Fan Qingtian rejected the god of death to the horizon, the unhappiness in the god of death's heart at the moment turned into a smile after seeing Fan Qingtian's calm face.

The corner of the mouth raised an imperceptible arc, and the god of death thought to himself, "Qing'er, you are suppressing your heart, aren't you tired?"

The god of death has already investigated what Fan Qingtian experienced. It is also expected by the god of death that Fan Qingtian is so ruthless.

Since his god of death fell in love with someone, he would not let go, and he would definitely let Fan Qingtian accept him wholeheartedly.

The atmosphere at this moment is unprecedentedly embarrassing. It is precisely because they understand each other's hearts that Fan Qingtian even has an urge to end up and leave here.

His gaze fell on the kit belonging to the god of death, Fan Qingtian said with a heavy heart, "You pick a kit, if I can do it, I will finish it."

"You come." Death said casually, letting Fan Qingtian choose.

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian raised his eyebrows slightly, and had no objection, he picked out a kit at random, and then opened the bag.

I saw that in the kit, the words on the note were majestic and charming with a mysterious temperament, completely in line with the character of the God of Death, and the font was so beautiful that it was hard to describe.

On the note, there were simply four words written.

Seeing this request, Fan Qingtian couldn't restrain his emotions immediately, and said coldly to the god of death, "You are shameless!"

Hearing what Fan Qingtian said, Ming Yin, who was standing not far away, suddenly became a little curious. With a flash of his figure, he was ready to see what the god of death asked Fan Qingtian to do. Fan Qingtian would call the god of death shameless .

Tsk tsk, the god of death is shameless, what conditions would make Fan Qingtian call the god of death shameless, this really made Ming Yin very curious.

But before Mingyin came to Fan Qingtian, the note in Fan Qingtian's hand turned into powder, and it was too late for Mingyin to read the contents of the note.

Standing behind Fan Qingtian, Mingyin looked at the god of death with a gloomy face, and slandered coldly in his heart, "God of death, you are cruel."

Ignoring Ming Yin, the dark eyes of the god of death seemed to be able to suck out the soul of Fan Qingtian, "You chose this kit, I didn't force you, these three conditions are different, but you get this, This is fate."

Whether it is the destiny or the arrangement of the god of death, only the god of death knows. In fact, the words written in these three kits are different, but the conditions are the same.

However, what Fan Qingtian drew was 'Bridal Wedding Night', 'Spring Festival Night', and 'Huan Ai', which were relatively conservative words of 'Spring Festival Night'.

If Fan Qingtian drew Huan Ai directly, Fan Qingtian would definitely vomit blood with anger.

If Fan Qingtian knew that all these kits meant the same thing, Fan Qingtian would definitely wish to kill the god of death.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian didn't speak, the God of Death said with a slight smile in his deep eyes, "If you want to change your bag, that's fine."

"No need, since I've lost, I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat. I promise you this condition." Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death coldly, and said angrily in his words.

Now that she lost, even if Fan Qingtian was unwilling to complete the things that Fan Qingtian was asked to do, she would definitely complete them.

Willing to admit defeat, Fan Qingtian will not find any useless reasons for himself.

"Well, I didn't force you." In fact, the god of death had long expected that Fan Qingtian's personality would not change his decision easily, nor would he backtrack.

Otherwise, how could Fan Qingtian be so stubborn that he knew that he was in love with him, and he still didn't want to be with him.

While the two were talking, Dai Qi's feeble voice came into Fan Qingtian's ears, "Gah, silly girl, are you done talking? I want to leave this ghost place quickly."

Hearing what Dai Qi said, Fan Qingtian looked towards the place where Dai Qi's voice came from.

I saw Dai Qi lying on the board of the boat, one wing was pierced through a hole, and blood slowly flowed out from the blood hole, dyeing the beautiful three-color feathers into a kind of red, which looked shocking.

Seeing the injured Dai Qi, Fan Qingtian was startled, and immediately stood up from his seat, walking towards Dai Qi quickly.

Squatting down, Fan Qingtian carefully held Dai Qi in his hands, looking at the wounds on Dai Qi's body, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly on his calm face, and said in a calm voice with concern inadvertently, "You What's going on, why are you hurt so badly?"

Slightly raised his head, although Dai Qi looked very weak at the moment, his voice was raised a lot, and he shouted at Fan Qingtian, "It's not..., cut, look at my injured Seriously, this little injury is not an injury at all, okay?"

Originally, Dai Qi wanted to accuse Fan Qingtian. If he hadn't worried that Fan Qingtian would be injured by the man in the cloak, Dai Qi would not have been attacked by the zombie boy.

But what he blurted out, Dai Qi swallowed it back, after all, it was willing to protect Fan Qingtian, and it deserved the injury it deserved.

It's just that I'm not reconciled to staying for seventy minutes. If the seal on the body is released, these little ghosts will crush them to death in minutes.

After saying this to Fan Qingtian, Dai Qi lowered his head and lay in the palm of Fan Qingtian's palm, his breath was sluggish, he didn't look like he was domineering towards Fan Qingtian just now.

Seeing Dai Qi pretending to be strong, Fan Qingtian couldn't help showing a faint smile and said, "Even if you say you were seriously injured, I won't laugh at you."

As he said that, Fan Qingtian took out a pill from the storage space and stuffed it in the mouth of Dai Qi who was about to refute Fan Qingtian's words.

(End of this chapter)