Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 629 Is So Important In Your Heart
"Well, I snatched you here, do you still need to accept it?" Ming Yin asked softly with meaningful doubts in his eyes.

"Heh." With a sneer, Fan Qingtian didn't answer Mingyin's words and instead said, "I don't have time to listen to your boring words."

Following Fan Qingtian's words, Fan Qingtian had finished reciting the spell silently in his heart, and immediately opened the whirlpool door to leave the Sudden Realm, and was sucked in by the whirlpool door in the blink of an eye, leaving Mingyin's sight.

Looking at the figure of Fan Qingtian disappearing before his eyes, Mingyin's face became as cold as ice again, and he stood up straight, Mingyin raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Fan Qingtian, did you escape? ha."

Coming out of Sudden Realm, the sky was already dusk, and Buhai also took all the completed items of the National Academy to Fan Qingtian's bedroom at this moment.

For Lin Cailuo's embroidery, Fan Qingtian is 100% satisfied and assured.

However, among the items from the National Academy, only Lin Cailuo's things made Fan Qingtian feel brilliant, and some practical small organs built by Chi Xiaoqiao met Fan Qingtian's heart, and there were not too many outstanding works that made Fan Qingtian feel amazing. I feel like I can handle it.

But at the beginning of the National Academy, it was very rare for Fan Qingtian to be able to make so many eye-catching things.

Lin Cailuo's embroidered works and several works made by Chi Xiaoqiao were sent to Nawu Space, and Fan Qingtian conceded and sold all these items in Lin Shangcai. No, it is now sold in the shop run by Lin Cailuo.

Because Fan Qingtian wants to build his own business empire in other countries, Fan Qingtian is a little dissatisfied with these things, Fan Qingtian will not let Jin Senyang's people help her sell them in other countries.

At night, the cold wind rustled and rattled the doors and windows.

Sitting on the desk, Fan Qingtian put the finishing touches on a picture of a lady before putting down the brush in his hand.

Satisfied with the portrait of a lifelike lady whose ink was still wet, Fan Qingtian raised a faint smile, imagining that she would soon have a fortune, and Mu Country would become better and better.

After taking off his robe, Fan Qingtian put on his underwear, lay down on the bed, and turned off the Naguang organ.

In an instant, the entire bedroom was plunged into darkness.

And just when Fan Qingtian was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt the sound of another person's breathing coming from the bed.

His pupils shrank suddenly, Fan Qingtian raised his hand and slapped hard on the empty bed beside him.

At the moment when Fan Qingtian's palm was about to fall on the position beside him, a faint voice came into Fan Qingtian's ears, "Qing'er, you are tired, it's time to sleep."

Fan Qingtian couldn't forget this voice even if he was beaten to death. His palm stopped in mid-air, and Fan Qingtian said in a startled voice, "Li Mie, why are you here!"

"I, why can't I be here." Li Mie replied as if it was a matter of course.

The whole face was so gloomy that black water could be squeezed out, and Fan Qingtian scolded, "You backtracked! Didn't you agree to my condition and not appear in front of me, so we have nothing to do with each other from now on?"

Lying on Fan Qingtian's bed with his head propped on one hand, Li Mie's eyes flickered with light. Looking at Fan Qingtian, who was almost unable to suppress the violent anger in the darkness, Li Mie said in a quiet voice, " Well, the one who bet with you is the god of death, and I am Li Mie."

Originally, Li Mie said that he would leave Fan Qingtian, and that was because the God of Death wanted to use the identity of the God of Death to get along with Fan Qingtian.

However, Fan Qingtian has drawn such a condition for the god of death to fulfill, so the god of death can only use Li Mie, the owner of the Qianji Pavilion, to face Fan Qingtian again.

Li Mie's words almost made Fan Qingtian vomit blood, and immediately got up from the bed, Fan Qingtian opened the light receiving mechanism.

The Naguang Mechanism illuminated the entire dormitory again, and Fan Qingtian stood by the bed, his whole eyes were full of murderous intent, looking at the bed occupying his own bed, with a face as if this was the end of his territory, he gritted his teeth and said, " Li Mie is the god of death, and the god of death is Li Mie, in my heart, you are alone, and you immediately disappear in front of me."

For the first time, Fan Qingtian couldn't restrain the overwhelming anger in his heart, his calm face turned into a raging flame, and he roared angrily at Li Mie.

Not because of Fan Qingtian's anger and reprimand, Ning Yi's face was slightly turbulent, Li Mie's eyes danced with a soft light, and said with a smile, "It turns out that no matter who I am, I am so important in your heart, I am very happy."

"I didn't mean that at all. I made you disappear from my eyes. Did you hear that? Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless to you!" Hearing Li Mie's words of turning white into black, Fan Qingtian's heart The volcano was about to erupt almost uncontrollably.

"But if I say I'm Li Mie, I'm Li Mie. I don't have to fulfill the promise of the god of death." Li Mie's words are unspeakable rascals, but it is impossible to refute them, as if Li Mie's words are right.

Seeing that Li Mie's beating to death was also an act of refusing to leave, Fan Qingtian's palm had gathered a powerful internal force, and he was about to slap Li Mie's body fiercely.

But no matter how powerful Fan Qingtian is, he is not as strong as Li Mie, a bottomless person.

The figure on the bed flashed, and Fan Qingtian's palm and wrist were clasped by Li Mie.

With the sword in hand, he mastered Fan Qingtian's acupuncture points from the vanishing point, making Fan Qingtian unable to move.

Staring fixedly at Li Mie, the substantial flame in Fan Qingtian's eyes seemed to be able to burn everything up, "Li Mie!"

There was an indescribable shudder in the cold voice, and the listeners couldn't help sending out bursts of cold air from the bottom of their hearts.

"Shh, getting angry is not good for me. I have always been calm and wise. I went to Qing'er." Shaking his head lightly, Li Mie immediately hugged Fan Qingtian on the bed, and at the same time Li Mie himself lay on Fan Qingtian's bed. Qingtian's side was covered with a quilt.

For Fan Qingtian's white fingers, he brushed the blue hair sticking to his face, and Li Mie looked at Fan Qingtian who was staring at him with doting eyes.

Without making a sound, Fan Qingtian's eyes were so fierce that he almost stared at Li Mie with a hole.

In his heart, he was obviously not afraid of Li Mie's approach, but Fan Qingtian couldn't help but get angry, so angry that even Fan Qingtian was somewhat inexplicable.

But Fan Qingtian is very clear that this anger is not directed at Li Mie, but Fan Qingtian is angry with himself.

Angry that there is nothing he can do about Li Mie, angry that how could he fall in love with Li Mie, none of this should have happened, Fan Qingtian regretted that he was so confident in challenging the God of Death, betting on such a game of love, and completely accompanying himself.

Feeling the anger of Fan Qingtian, Li Mie's smiling face also restrained a little.

Staring at Fan Qingtian, Li Mie's eyes were burning, and his voice was very stable, "Apart from not letting me go, how can you not be angry with me?"

(End of this chapter)