Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 219 Death's Surprise

With a twist of his fingertips, the spiritual power released by Fan Qingtian wrapped these powders and floated them in the alchemy furnace.

After closing the lid of the alchemy furnace, Fan poured his spiritual power into the sky, and immediately the body of the alchemy furnace released scalding heat to roast the poisonous herbs that had turned into powder.

Half an hour passed, and the essence of the powdered medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace was baked out, and then fused into a ball of black round pills.

Seeing that the poisonous elixir was ready, Fan Qingtian immediately took the poisonous elixir out of the alchemy furnace, looked at the black elixir in his hand, Fan Qingtian's eyes danced with a sly light, and then put the black elixir in the Inside the pill bottle.

After taking back the alchemy stove, Fan Qingtian immediately walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking that with the poison, he could act next.

The corner of her mouth slightly raised a slightly relaxed smile, just as Fan Qingtian was about to practice, suddenly, a piece of darkness swept from her mind.

Opening his eyes again, Fan Qingtian saw red petals all over the sky flying freely from his head and falling on Fan Qingtian's body, landing on the ground.

Fan Qingtian's surroundings were completely pitch black, only a beam of light with a radius of one meter from where Fan Qingtian was standing enveloped Fan Qingtian in the middle, allowing Fan Qingtian to see clearly the situation that was a meter away.

The red petals fluttered like rain, and the scene in front of him was very dreamy and gorgeous, but Fan Qingtian was not in such a good mood to appreciate the scene in front of him.

Looking up at the petals falling from above, reaching out to catch a few petals, Fan Qingtian narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the petals in his hand.

In the other hand, the fist in his hand was clenched slightly, Fan Qingtian thought that the only person who could silently plunge himself into darkness in an instant was the god of death.

It's just that Fan Qingtian really doesn't understand, what is Death God trying to do!
And just as Fan Qingtian was thinking this way, another white light suddenly shone softly from above, forming a circle of light on the ground as well.

Immediately, the light of the aperture reflected a figure of a world-defying man in a black gold robe sitting upright on Wang Tan.

The figure of the visitor instantly fell into Fan Qingtian's pupils.

A three-dimensional face as carved by a knife has deep and clear outlines. It wears a black-gold mask that covers the parts above the tip of the nose. Although the whole picture cannot be seen clearly, the face under the mask can be seen from the outline. Very handsome.

Today's Grim Reaper's long silver hair was not loose, but was tied with a golden rope, hanging loosely behind him.

The whole body did not release a trembling breath of death, but a noble royal temperament that one dare not look directly at.

The god of death's aura today is obviously stronger than the aura of death that exudes all the time in the past, adding a touch of heart-pounding vision to the fear.

Seeing the god of death sitting five meters away from him, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly.

He didn't pay attention to Fan Qingtian's puzzled expression at the moment, and saw that the god of death slowly raised his hand, and little light blue light spots appeared around the dark surroundings, lighting up the dark surroundings dimly and indistinctly.

The scene at this time is more like being trapped in a galaxy, surrounded by stars all over the sky, which is extremely beautiful and magical.

In front of the God of Death was a long table about one meter long and covered with a red tablecloth.

There are exquisite crystal candlesticks on the middle and both sides of the long table. The candlelight on the candlesticks flickers slightly, adding a touch of beautiful and romantic atmosphere.

A crystal chair was placed in front of the long table opposite the Grim Reaper.

And within a radius of five meters, there are countless demonic roses, peonies, etc., and the clusters are even more beautiful under the light of this little blue light.

On the left side of the long table stood three meters away, two beautiful women in pink dresses and beaded veils, one holding a pipa in her arms, and the other holding a flute, playing music together.

The light and elegant melody makes the scene in front of you more beautiful and dreamy.

Not bewildered by the beautiful scenery in front of him, Fan Qingtian looked at everything in front of him indifferently, his eyes were as flat as water without any ripples, but there was a hint of murderous intent hidden in the depths of his eyes.

With a calm expression on her face, Fan Qingtian looked directly at the God of Death. Since she was hugged by the God of Death that night, Fan Qingtian figured out how to face the God of Death in the future. She was able to restrain her anger towards the God of Death very well.

Clenching his hands slightly, Fan Qingtian thought that no matter what the god of death said to him, he must remain calm, and he must not get angry and be controlled by the god of death.

The god of death also looked at Fan Qingtian with his deep eyes that couldn't reach the bottom.

The four eyes looked at each other, Fan Qingtian didn't give way to the god of death, but the god of death looked lazy, as if ignoring Fan Qingtian's approaching and alienated gaze.

In this romantic and beautiful scene, the atmosphere is filled with a stiff spark.

After a while, the god of death finally spoke first, "Come and sit." There was a hint of domineering order in his tone.

Although Fan Qingtian really wanted to say, "If you let me sit there, will I listen to you?" But Fan Qingtian didn't say this.

Slightly inhaling to restrain the restless emotions, Fan Qingtian's face was so indifferent, and then slowly walked towards the direction of the god of death, and finally sat down on the crystal chair in front of the long table opposite the god of death.

Putting his hands on the table, Fan Qingtian looked at the god of death, and said in a calm voice, "what is the business of the god of death asking me to come here?"

"Cultivate feelings." Moderately thin lips spit out four words slightly, and the eyes of the god of death fell on Fan Qingtian thoughtfully.

Already getting used to the answer of God of Death, Fan Qingtian didn't intend to ask so many questions.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian was silent, Death God raised his brows slightly, and asked in a sandy and pleasant voice, "This is my surprise for you."

Hearing this, Fan Qingtian frowned, looked around for a while, and complained indifferently in his heart, "No joy, only surprise!"

Although it is indeed very beautiful here, the problem is that this is the place of the God of Death, and Fan Qingtian will feel uncomfortable if there is a God of Death, so Fan Qingtian is not interested in such beautiful scenery at all.

Without expressing his thoughts, Fan Qingtian calmly said, "Oh? The surprise has already been delivered, can I leave..."

"Let's talk after eating first." The eyes of the god of death danced lightly, and said slowly.

Knowing that even if he refuted it, it would be invalid, Fan Qingtian did not refuse, nor did he open his mouth, which was regarded as acquiescing.

The god of death also knows that even if Fan Qingtian refuses to accept, what he wants to do will still continue according to what he wants to do.

(End of this chapter)