Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 89
Seeing this, Fan Qingtian immediately put the eight-pole alchemy furnace on the ground into the Nawu space, and then followed Aye.

At this moment, Yan Dongqing's eyes sank, and he was about to follow, but Pang Su seemed to have seen through Yan Dongqing's intentions, and immediately blocked Yan Dongqing's way in a flash.

"Deacon Yan, although you adore the Pavilion Master and want to see him, I advise you not to disturb the Pavilion Master without the Pavilion Master's announcement, otherwise the old man will have to collect your body regretfully."

Hearing this, a cold light flashed across Yan Dongqing's eyes, and he said with a gentle smile on his face, "Dongqing doesn't want to disturb the Pavilion Master, but just wants to go for a walk."

"Oh, that's why I'm worried about you for nothing. It's okay, it's okay, go down, I'm so sleepy!" Covering his mouth with one hand, he waved the other hand, Pang Su looked sleepy , Lazily lazily returned to the stool behind the cabinet table and sat down.

When he closed his eyes, he returned to his sleeping state before Fan Qingtian came.

With a dark light in his eyes, Yan Dongqing showed no abnormality on his face, but he snorted coldly in his heart, and then left the hall.

Ah Ye directly brought Fan Qingtian to a courtyard of the fortress. Several ginkgo trees were planted in the courtyard. The autumn climate made the leaves of the ginkgo trees turn golden yellow, which was particularly dazzling in the night sky.

As the breeze blew slowly, the leaves fell to the ground like golden leaves, looking very dreamy and beautiful.

But there is a strange silence in this beautiful scene, except for the rustling of leaves, no other movement can be heard.

Standing at the door of the courtyard, Fan Qingtian felt a very familiar atmosphere, which made her feel a little nervous for no reason, her brows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of vigilance in Fan Qingtian's eyes.

This breath is very similar to the oppressive sense of death brought to Fan Qingtian by the god of death, but could the person inside be the god of death?
And when Fan Qingtian was thinking this way, Aye seemed to be trembling uncontrollably, with a hint of panic in his tone, he said to the door, "Pavilion Master, my subordinates have already brought Mr. Fan. "

"Well, you can go down." Then a hoarse, deep and pleasant male voice came from the room.

"Yes." Immediately, Aye also greeted Fan Qingtian, and the ghostly transparent figure disappeared in front of Fan Qingtian in an instant.

Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened slightly, it was obvious that Aye was very scared.

And at this time, the door of the room was automatically opened without anyone, revealing everything inside.

I saw a man wearing a dark black embroidered silver-trimmed robe sitting at the table in the hall of the room.

The front of the black robe was slightly opened, and the snow-white skin glowed with glistening light, revealing the delicate and seductive collarbone.

The man's handsome face is slightly evil, the chiseled face is like a knife cut, the nose is like a bridge, the eyebrows are set into the temples, and a pair of black eyes are mixed with a strand of silver, which gives people a shocking and amazing vision. .

On the other hand, the upper half of the face on the right cheek is covered by a black and silver mask shaped like feather wings, with a beautiful arc hollowed out in the middle of the feather wings, exposing the man's black and silver eyes.

Although he couldn't see the whole face of the man clearly, seeing three quarters of his face was amazing and unforgettable, and the face after taking off the quarter mask must be even more shocking.

And the feather mask is connected with several intersecting thin chains, which are connected in the distinct layers of black long hair, adding to the mysterious and evil temperament of the man Yonghua.

The moderately thick lips were slightly pursed, and it was impossible to tell whether he was smiling or expressionless.

The whole body exudes a peaceful but dangerous atmosphere, making people dare not underestimate the comfortable man in front of them.

Standing outside the door, Fan Qingtian looked at Li Mie, the owner of the Qianji Pavilion sitting at the table in the room, his brows were slightly frowned, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Looking at the pavilion master, Fan Qingtian vetoed the conjecture just now, he may be too concerned, how could the god of death appear here, and the man in front of him looks very different from the god of death.

Although for a moment she felt that it was from the god of death, but the man in front of her was also powerful and full of danger, so it was normal for her to have the illusion for a moment.

Withdrawing his thoughts indifferently, Fan Qingtian nodded slightly at Li Mie, the owner of the Qianji Pavilion, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, the owner of the Qianji Pavilion."

Opening his lips and teeth lightly, Li Mie's deep voice could not hear any emotion, "Van Wang, please come in."

Hearing Li Mie's address, Fan Qingtian raised his brows slightly, and a light flashed in his eyes, but his face was very calm.

Li Mie's address to Fan Qingtian really surprised Fan Qingtian just now, but after thinking about it carefully, whether it is transactions or news in Qianji Pavilion, they are all the best things and the most well-informed news. It shouldn't be surprising for the Pavilion Master of Ji Pavilion to know his identity.

Fan Qingtian was not entangled in this matter, then walked into the room and sat opposite Li Mie.

Li Mie's slender and fair hand picked up the crystal jug on the table, filled the crystal clear glass with a glass of wine, pushed it in front of Fan Qingtian, and said softly, "Please."

Picking up the wine glass in front of him, Fan Qingtian took a sip, then put down the wine glass.

Looking at Li Mie with a peaceful expression on his face, Fan Qingtian said calmly, "This is the first time this king has met the pavilion master. I never thought that the pavilion master would give this king the alchemy furnace. This king is very grateful."

Now that his identity was known, Fan Qingtian naturally changed back to the title of king.

"It's just a poor-quality alchemy furnace, and the Brahma King doesn't need to be polite." Li Mie replied indifferently, but his tone was arrogant.

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Fan Qingtian looked at Li Mie indifferently, this eight-pole alchemy furnace is not the best, but it is also a fairy weapon, and it is also something that many people want to snatch.

But Li Mie said that this is not a bad product, it seems that there are too many good treasures in Qianji Pavilion to make Li Mie disdain a fairy weapon.

Since Li Mie asked Fan Qingtian not to be polite, Fan Qingtian would not be polite either, and then changed the subject and said, "I don't know why the pavilion master is here?"

"I just wanted to chat with you." Li Mie said in a nonchalant way, his black eyes mixed with a strand of silver flickered slightly.

Naturally, he would not believe Li Mie's words, which made Fan Qingtian more vigilant and suspicious of Li Mie, his face remained calm, and then he said, "Oh, since we are chatting, we must have a topic..."

Before Li Mie could open his mouth again, Fan Qingtian said, "This king wants to know the whereabouts of Shuli Sword. I wonder if the pavilion master can know about Shuli Sword?"

Picking up the wine glass on the table, the clear wine swayed and rippled, Li Mie took a sip before saying, "I know."

(End of this chapter)