Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 623 I Will Not Be Thankful For You

"Gah, what the hell are you giving me, it's so unpalatable!" Full of dissatisfaction, he yelled at Fan Qingtian, and Dai Qi wanted to spit it out, but he could only spit out spit.

Seeing Dai Qi's uncomfortable face, Fan Qingtian shook his head slightly, and said calmly, "I'll take one of my last three healing pills for you, so you don't have to thank me."

After Fan Qingtian finished speaking, the wound on Dai Qi's body slowly closed, and the wound on Blink's body recovered to the original state.

However, although the elixir can heal the wound, the energy consumed by Dai Qi cannot replenish it.

Watching the wounds on his body recover, Dai Qi remained silent for a while without making a sound.

Raising his head, his green eyes were flickering with light, and he turned his head to one side, and snorted coldly, "Gah, who wants to thank you, if you pretend to be affectionate, I won't thank you."

Although Dai Qi insisted on facing Fan Qingtian in this way, Dai Qi was full of gratitude to Fan Qingtian in his heart.

On this side, Ming Yin watched Fan Qingtian go towards Dai Qi, his icy blue eyes were frozen into the bone marrow and looked at Death, "Are you really in love with Fan Qingtian?"

Ru Mo's eyes were full of laziness, Death God didn't think it was ashamed to fall in love with Fan Qingtian, and he didn't think it was strange that he would fall in love with Fan Qingtian, so he took a sip of the cold thin wine and casually replied, "Yes .”

There was a trace of surprise in the cold eyes, Mingyin did not expect that the god of death would directly admit his feelings for Fan Qingtian in this way.

He is the god of death, the god of death who does not put everything in his eyes and looks down at the world.

Grim Reaper has feelings, so many people who know Grim Reaper will die laughing at this!
The hand holding the silver gun under the sleeve couldn't help but squeeze tightly, Mingyin's face became more and more cold, and the corner of his mouth raised a sneer, "I thought the god of death was ruthless and ungrateful, I didn't expect you to be defeated In the hands of a woman, it is really disgraceful."

Listening to Mingyin's sarcasm, the God of Death didn't show any anger on his face, and his voice was still calm, "You don't understand."

If you don't know how to fall in love with someone, the beauty of your heartbeat will speed up. If you don't know how to fall in love with someone, your emotions will also fluctuate with the expression on her face.

Such a violently burning heart is like poppy, once addicted, it is difficult to quit.

He has never experienced such love before, and Death enjoys this feeling very much, just because his heart is no longer silent at the bottom of the sea, no longer in a lonely sleep, and stops beating.

Falling in love with Fan Qingtian, the feeling of heartbeat, God of Death likes it very much.

"Don't understand? Ha, there is no God of Death with all kinds of emotions and six desires, what qualifications do you have to say that I don't understand." Being said by the God of Death, Mingyin's cold eyes danced with flames, and the mockery on his face deepened, "However, seeing that Brahma Qingtian is not Don't like you, don't you think it's an insult to your face if you post like this?"

"What is face?" With indifferent eyes, the god of death looked at Ming Yindao.

Is it important to have face and the enjoyment of his heartbeat?In Death's heart, he has already won the supreme respect, face is nothing.

Ming Yin, who was choked up by the words of the god of death, was speechless.

Without looking at Mingyin again, the Grim Reaper's eyes fell on Fan Qingtian who was not far in front of him, and he slowly stood up from his seat, "Why did you come to see me?"

"Look at you lose!" With a cold snort, Ming Yin managed to hide his hatred for Death God.

"Yeah." In response, the god of death walked towards Fan Qingtian.

Seeing the god of death passing by him, a cold light flashed in Mingyin's eyes, the silver gun in his hand turned, and he rested his hand on the neck of the god of death.

"You always look like this, it really disgusts me." Mingyin looked at Death God coldly and said.

"I've always been like this." Facing his sword fingers and gently pushing away the silver spear resting on Mingyin's neck, Death said nonchalantly, "When you are able to challenge me, I will face you squarely."

Following the words of the god of death, the god of death has already walked behind Fan Qingtian.

Looking at the god of death, Mingyin's eyes were beating with fierce murderous intent. He closed the silver gun in his hand, put his back behind his back, and said coldly, "God of death, do you think I defeated you because I made you face me squarely? I will surpass you , in exchange for you to surrender to me."

"Accompany me." The god of death responded with a word of Mingyin indifferently.

With a cold snort, Ming Yin's eyes immediately fell on the four kits on the table.

His eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly Mingyin reached out to pick up the Death God's kit. He wanted to see what conditions the Death God would have for Fan Qingtian to complete.

But when Ming Yin opened the death bag, he saw that there were only fragments in it that had turned into powder, and the contents inside had already been destroyed.

The corner of the cold mouth twitched slightly, Mingyin stared at the figure of Death with vicious eyes, "What a cunning bastard."

Feeling the scorching gaze of the god of death on him, Fan Qingtian's heart speeded up involuntarily, but was soon held down by Fan Qingtian.

Putting the drowsy Daiqi into his arms, Fan Qingtian turned around, looked at the God of Death with a calm face and said, "I really didn't expect that you would make such a request to me."

"I'm a man, it's a strange request." The God of Death's words contained thoughtful questions, which seemed to be taken for granted.

Before Fan Qingtian could make a sound, the god of death sighed slightly, "But the price is to give you back your freedom. I really don't want to part with it."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian's eyes dimmed slightly, and he didn't make a sound.

Suddenly, the god of death put his arms around Fan Qingtian's shoulders.

Startled by the God of Death's actions, Fan Qingtian was about to struggle to break away from the God of Death's embrace.

"Don't move." He said softly to Fan Qingtian, the voice of the god of death was calm and stable, and Fan Qingtian stopped his struggle.

Reaper raised his hand and waved lightly, but in the blink of an eye, Fan Qingtian and Reaper came to another place.

The splendid bedroom is magnificent.

The word "Happy" was pasted on the window, and the red makeup and satin decorated the entire hall with joy.

Two big red candles printed with the Chinese character 'Hi' in gold are placed on the table, and the faint candlelight flickers gently, full of warmth.

Standing in the sleeping hall, Fan Qingtian couldn't help being stunned, this is not a wedding room, what is it.

Seeing Fan Qingtian's stunned look, the corner of Death God's mouth slightly raised an arc, and said with a faint smile, "Do you like this place?"

It is a very warm place, and it is also what every woman wants in her life.

Suddenly, Fan Qingtian recalled the cruel past in his mind.

The silhouette of the candlelight sits alone on the window sill, and Fan Qingtian guards the new house all night alone. After waking up, he is bound to the Shenxingtai, slandered by others, and betrayed by the one he loves.

Ridiculous, sad, Fan Qingtian looked at Xifang, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "I don't like it."

Seeing Fan Qingtian's strange expression, the God of Death couldn't help but frowned slightly, holding Fan Qingtian tightly in his arms with one hand, he really didn't want to see Fan Qingtian showing such a sad expression.

(End of this chapter)