Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 220 Leave a Good Impression

"Serve..." The god of death still locked his eyes on Fan Qingtian, and said lightly.

And following the words of the god of death, a dozen or so slender women with the same dress and even the same appearance came out from the dark place in the distance. The women held trays with red background and gold embroidered in their hands and walked toward the table. Come.

And on the tray in the woman's hand, there is a delicate dish with different colors, flavors and tastes.

The expressions on the women's faces are all suitable smiles, every frown and smile are exactly the same, just like the copied people, which makes people's eyes full of exploration.

Putting his eyes on these maids slightly, Fan Qingtian's eyes were filled with darkness. These women made Fan Qingtian feel that there was no breath of life.

"It seems that he is a person who uses spiritual power to transform." Fan Qingtian secretly said, his face was a little dignified.

Onmyojis can use spiritual power to change imaginary objects into real ones, but if they want to transform so many illusory characters, their spiritual power must reach the highest level.

"I must become stronger as soon as possible!" Fan Qingtian added in his heart, watching the maids put the dishes on the table and stepped back, then turned their eyes to Death again.

The god of death still maintained an indifferent expression on his handsome face, and his slightly idle eyes fell on the dishes on the table.

The aroma of the dishes was overflowing, which made people's index fingers twitch, but Fan Qingtian didn't have any desire to eat.

With the God of Death, Fan Qingtian couldn't relax even if he wanted to relax. Even if the breath of the God of Death was restrained, his strong sense of presence always made Fan Qingtian ignore it even if he wanted to.

The breath of the air seemed to be flowing very slowly. At this time, God of Death waved his hand lightly, and the jug placed in front of God of Death moved towards the wine glass in front of Fan Qingtian.

Like the sound of spring water flowing from the jug, the fragrant wine fell on Fan Qingtian's wine glass.

The drink in the wine glass was about to be full, the god of death raised his hand again, the jug flew back into the hands of the god of death, and the god of death slowly filled the glass of wine for himself.

"Your and my dinner, I hope it can leave a good impression on you." Death said lightly and indifferently, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.

Looking away from the god of death, Fan Qingtian naturally knew that the god of death was doing this to make himself fall in love with him, and it was really difficult for such a powerful and indifferent god of death to take anything seriously Heart.

However, Fan Qingtian, who had lost his love for her, believed that she would never fall in love with Death God because of what he did for her, so why did she, Fan Qingtian, make herself so tense.

After thinking it over, Fan Qingtian's tense face relaxed a little, and then he picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine.

Seeing the subtle changes on Fan Qingtian's face, the dark eyes of the god of death danced a little bit of light, and the faint voice sounded again, "Taste the dishes I prepared for you."

After finishing speaking, there were a few extra dishes on the empty plate in front of Fan Qingtian, which were exactly the dishes on the table, and these were obviously the dishes that the god of death had indirectly picked up for Fan Qingtian.

Eyes raised slightly, Fan Qingtian glanced at the God of Death, and said indifferently, "Thank you for the kindness of the God of Death."

After finishing speaking, Fan Qingtian stopped talking, picked up the chopsticks and ate the food in front of him quietly and gracefully.

And whenever Fan Qingtian just cleared the dishes on the plate, several kinds of dishes appeared on the plate immediately.

Until he tasted all the dishes on the table and found the same dishes again, Fan Qingtian finally couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching, and looked up at the god of death with a hint of sternness in his eyes.

He didn't see the god of death eating, but saw the god of death's eyes lightly falling on him, watching him eat, the grass mud horse in Fan Qingtian's heart was about to run eagerly again.

You know, although these dishes look delicious in color and flavor, the problem is that they don't have any salty taste at all, they are as light as boiled water, and taste like chewing wax after eating, as if salt is very expensive, so you can't add salt.

When Fan Qingtian eats, he doesn't talk to anyone or look at anyone, he only concentrates on eating his own food, so he doesn't know if the god of death has eaten.

After eating such bland, tasteless dishes, Fan Qingtian thought that maybe the God of Reaper's taste was too bland, but in the end, Fan Qingtian only saw her eating alone, and God of Reaper didn't even touch a bite of the food.

At that moment, Fan Qingtian felt that the god of death was completely teasing him, making him eat this tasteless dish, so Fan Qingtian began to growl in his heart.

But in the end, this burst of anger was suppressed by Fan Qingtian in the deepest part of his heart. Fan Qingtian put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said with frost on his face, "I'm full, thank you for the hospitality of Death."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's icy tone, the expression of the god of death did not change. He picked up the wine glass on the table with his white fingers and took a sip, and a faint voice sounded calmly, "How does it taste?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Fan Qingtian's calm eyes glowed with a cold light, and his voice was cold, and he replied sincerely, "light." It's not bad, but it's tasteless.

"I'm full." The God of Death said again flatly.

"En." Fan Qingtian responded coldly.

One question and one answer, seeming like a question is an answer, it seems very natural, but the atmosphere is very formal and delicate.

Reaper raised his hand, with the back of his palm against his left cheek, exuding the wind of a god king all over his body, and looked at Fan Qingtian's face for a while.

Finally, the god of death said again, "In this case, this dinner is over, you go back and rest."

As the end of the Death God fell, Fan Qingtian's figure disappeared from the Death God in an instant.

At the same time, the space was once again plunged into darkness, leaving only a halo of light where Death God was sitting, illuminating his figure.

After Fan Qingtian left for a long time, the cool lips of the god of death opened slightly, and a voice as light as the wind said, "Dan, it's just that you haven't tasted the best delicacy yet, and you haven't fallen in love with me yet. This is just the beginning..."

The faint voice dissipated in an instant, followed by the figure of the god of death in the blink of an eye and disappeared here, and the entire space here was plunged into extreme darkness, and nothing could be seen.

Opening his eyes again, a pair of emerald eyes flashed across, and Fan Qingtian still sat cross-legged on the bed, maintaining the previous movement.

"Reaper, one day, I will let you know that you are nothing more than mediocre!" Fan Qingtian spat out these words flatly.

Afterwards, Fan Qingtian didn't waste any more time, she must break through the fourth level and third turn of Shenyuan in today's practice.

Dealing with upward matters these days has really delayed Fan Qingtian too much time, resulting in not practicing properly for several days.

(End of this chapter)