Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 94 My gift for you

He glanced at Fan Qingtian, who was distracted for a moment, and Li Mie looked at the tea on the low table calmly.

There are a few wisps of tea leaves floating on the clear water, the tea water is very clear, but it exudes a strong tea fragrance.

With slender and fair fingers, he picked up the tea made by Fan Qingtian, and Li Mie took a sip, his eyes flickered slightly, "So she can make tea."

Putting down the teacup, Li Mie said calmly, "Van Wang's tea art is not bad, very good."

Hearing Li Mie's praise, Fan Qingtian took his thoughts back unhurriedly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was still surrounded by the repulsive breath, and said calmly, "Thank you, Mr. The Lord's praise, this king accepts it."

Nodding his head slightly, Li Mie continued, "Can you bring me a cup of tea?"

"En." Fan Qingtian made another cup of tea for Li Mie.

The fragrance of tea floats quietly in the small space of the carriage, which is refreshing.

After drinking the tea, Li Mie suddenly asked, "I don't know what the Brahma King likes?"

Frowning lightly, Fan Qingtian's eyes flashed with alertness, but he said calmly, "The pavilion master should also know that this king likes to kill people, and he likes beautiful men even more."

When talking about the beautiful man, Fan Qingtian suddenly thought of a prank, put his hands on Li Mie's shoulders, and smiled with crooked brows, but his eyes were still alienated and without any smile, "The Pavilion Master also has something. I have a habit of breaking sleeves, if you, the pavilion master, follow this king, then this king can cover you in the future."

If it is really possible to use Li Mie for his own use, this is also a good thing, Fan Qingtian thought in his heart.

There was no embarrassment on Fan Qingtian's face because of Fan Qingtian's provocation, Li Mie looked at Fan Qingtian with deep eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The strength of this seat is greater than that of King Brahma." Above all, if King Brahma can obey me, I can also cover you in the future."

Hearing Li Mie's words, the corners of Fan Qingtian's mouth twitched slightly. Forget it, this dangerous person is beyond her control. Before she has successfully cultivated Shenyuan, she can't provoke such a dangerous person at will.

Gently sweeping Li Mie's shoulder, Fan Qingtian withdrew his hand and smiled slightly, "I don't know when the pavilion master plans to let this king fulfill the conditions."

"Wait." Li Mie uttered a word softly.

Hearing this, Fan Qingtian didn't ask any more questions, who made someone better than her, she couldn't beat Li Mie, otherwise, Fan Qingtian would never let Li Mie wear her patience like this in front of her .

Qi Fanqing's personality is integrated with Fan Qingtian's memory, which makes Fan Qingtian's character is no longer able to look at everything very coldly, especially after experiencing betrayal, Fan Qingtian's heart also has hidden bloodthirsty.

But as long as Fan Qingtian's bottom line is not really touched, she can still consider saving the other party's life.

Not wanting to talk to Li Mie, Fan Qingtian planned to practice, but at this time, Li Mie asked again, "What do you like?"

Seeing that Li Mie asked this sentence, Fan Qingtian casually threw out a sentence, "Book."

Afterwards, Fan Qingtian sat cross-legged to practice, and obviously refused to ask Li Mie another question.

Hearing that Li Mie's eyes flickered slightly, he was not disturbing Fan Qingtian.

The carriage drove all the way to the north without stopping day and night, while Fan Qingtian and Li Mie were doing their own things without disturbing each other.

After Fan Qingtian finished his training, he took out the rice paper and wrote down the secrets of the best sword and boxing techniques in his mind. Within two days, Fan Qingtian also wrote a book about mechanism techniques for Mo Ziyuan and prepared to give it to Mo Ziyuan. Purple Abyss.

And Li Mie rested on the cushion with his eyes closed all day long, as if he was a sleeping god, and nothing major could not wake him up.

Fan Qingtian was naturally happy to see this.

The horses had been on the road for four consecutive days, and finally the horses could no longer hold on, and when they were about to reach the north for the race, they stopped to rest in a decent inn.

As the dusk gradually fell and the night came, the late autumn wind slapped on the window with a chill, and the whistling wind sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

After Fan Qingtian took a shower, a sense of sleepiness swept over him, and Fan Qingtian's mind immediately fell into darkness.

When Fan Qingtian opened his eyes again, he saw that he was deep in the dark space.

There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, but no fear. He stood up slowly, and Fan Qingtian looked at the pitch-black place, but he couldn't see anything.

It was very clear in his heart that the god of death must have pulled her into the environment again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Fan Qingtian calmly called out, "God of death?"

And just as Fan Qingtian finished speaking, a soft orange light shone down from the top of Fan Qingtian's head.

The light instantly illuminated the dark place.

Although the flash of light was soft, it still made Fan Qingtian uncomfortable in the extreme darkness for a moment, his eyes half-closed, and it took him a while to get used to the light.

Opening his eyes completely, Fan Qingtian saw himself in a spacious study room with hundreds of bookshelves, all of which were filled with books and scrolls.

The soft and somewhat dim orange light shines on the study room, which has a very simple and simple taste.

Looking at the books that filled the study, Fan Qingtian was surprised for a moment, but soon regained his composure.

Then his gaze turned to the end of the position where she was standing.

And in front of the desk in the darkest part at the end of the study room sat a proud and domineering figure.

The man was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold, with a knife-cut three-dimensional handsome silhouette with a black-gold mask on the upper half of his face, and a head of silver hair flowing down to his ankles like a waterfall.

The dim light will magnify the shadow of the man at the end countless times, making the man even more treacherous and mysterious.

And this person is the person that Fan Qingtian is most wary of, the god of death!

The two looked at each other, and Fan Qingtian's calm eyes showed no fear.

Having spent several times with the God of Death, Fan Qingtian felt that her resistance to the breath of death from the God of Death was getting stronger and stronger, and the fear in her heart that made her voluntarily fear was only a faint uneasiness.

Although Fan Qingtian felt a little uneasy in his heart, it was also a natural reaction of his body. Fan Qingtian felt that the god of death could scare her at all.

But at this moment, the god of death sitting at the end propped one of his cheeks with one hand and said slowly, "This book is a gift from me, so I'm satisfied."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian's eyes flashed with surprise, but he soon calmed down. Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death at the end for a while, and then said unhurriedly, "Huh? You What does it mean?"

"Make you fall in love with me." Death's calm voice came into Fan Qingtian's ears with an empty echo.

Frowning slightly, Fan Qingtian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Oh, does Death think that giving me these things will make me fall in love with you?"

(End of this chapter)