Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 307 Subdue it

The way Fan Qingtian is wearing women's clothing today is constantly flashing in his mind, Duan Qing really wants to ask Fan Qingtian if he is really a woman.

But Duanqing didn't dare to be so impulsive, because he couldn't guarantee that Fan Qingtian would kill him, and Fan Qingtian dared to kill Ye Gulan even now, not to mention that Duanqing was not as favored by Ye Gulan at that time. I really dare not act rashly.

But his heart seemed to be scratched by a cat, which made him unbearable.

Gently wiping her hair with her hands, Satin Qing looked sideways at Fan Qingtian's face, the rigid lines of the outline seemed much softer now, if it had been softened, Satin Qing would not have doubted Fan Qingtian so hard. It's male or female.

The hair was already half dry, satin lightly lifted Fan Qingtian's satin-like hair unconsciously, and put it on the tip of her nose while Fan Qingtian was not paying attention, the faint fragrance lingered on the tip of satin light nose, making her feel Satin Qing became even more distracted, wishing to hug Fan Qingtian in his arms and tell her his love.

After finishing his meal calmly, Fan Qingtian put the bowl on the table, tilted his head slightly and said, "Okay, it's okay, you can go down."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, Duan Qing's dazed expression immediately recovered, she was slightly taken aback, a look of reluctance appeared on Duan Qing's face, and she even pleaded, "Your Majesty, can you let us go tonight?" Is Satin serving you well?"

Duan Qing's words made Fan Qingtian's body stiffen a little, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and Fan Qingtian's voice suddenly turned cold, "Din Qing, I tell you that when I don't ask you to do anything, Don't speak easily, if you lose your life, don't say that this king is cruel and ruthless."

The indifferent tone echoed in the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense and uneasy.

Fan Qingtian's words had a deeper meaning, which was to warn Sain Qing.

Duanqing didn't mention how he saw her in women's clothing today, Fan Qingtian knew that Duanqing also wanted to test her.

There was a thump in his heart, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of Duanqing's mouth, but his heart became more and more determined. No matter what, he must win the trust of the king, and no matter what, he must be by Fan Qingtian's side.

With her head lowered, Duanqing concealed the disappointment on her face, but her tone was with a smile, "Duanqing understands, Your Majesty, let Duanqing comb your hair for you, can you leave now?"

Hearing this, Fan Qingtian didn't object, and nodded slightly, "Yes."

Hearing that Fan Qingtian agreed, a deep smile immediately appeared on Duanqing's face, and he gently combed Fan Qingtian's hair.

Fan Qingtian sat quietly, gently holding the comb to help Fan Qing carefully comb some messy hair.

Satin lightly picked up Fan Qingtian's blue hair, and inserted the comb teeth into the hair. From the beginning to the end, he was serious and careful, and he was reluctant to let Fan Qingtian lose a single strand of hair.

The room seemed extremely quiet, and Liao Zhuan's faint affection spread in the air.

The hair flowed from the fingertips, and the tip of the heart seemed to be empty. Duanqing brushed all of Fan Qingtian's black hair to the back of his head until there was no mess at all. Duanqing reluctantly said, "My lord , you go to rest early, and you have to go to court tomorrow."

"En." Fan Qingtian didn't turn his head to look at Duanqing, and waved his hand gently to indicate that Duanqing could go out.

With a trace of loneliness on his face, Duanqing squeezed out a faint smile and said, "Duanqing resigns."

After Duanqing left, Fan Qingtian gently rubbed the center of his brows, and sighed quietly in his heart, "Trouble."

Then Fan Qingtian stood up and sat cross-legged on the bed, ready to practice.

Before Fan Qingtian could close his eyes, suddenly Fan Qingtian's eyes turned black and fell into the fantasy space.

The Wangchuan River and the Senluo Palace are still dark red spaces. Clusters of fiery red Bana flowers bloom on the banks of the Wangchuan River. The quiet and eerie atmosphere makes people feel nervous.

The mist permeated the entire dark red space, covering everything in the space with shadows.

Standing on the bank of the Wangchuan River with one hand behind his back, Fan Qingtian looked towards the majestic and solemn black hall built on the towering peaks in the middle of the river, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Yu Po came again to pick up Fan Qingtian and went to Senluo Hall.

Paddle the small boat, the small boat is driving on the water surface, the water surface is rippling with water ripples, Yu Po still seldom makes a sound to send Fan Qingtian to the stairs of the mountain peak.

"Thank you." Said to Po Yu, and Fan Qingtian walked directly towards Senluo Hall.

After coming here a few times, Fan Qingtian has gotten used to it, and there is no sense of inexplicable fear in his heart. He is just thinking about what the hell the god of death wants to do today.

The moment Fan Qingtian stepped onto the Senluo Hall, a red, yellow and blue, brightly colored, resembling a parrot, but with the same fiery red tail as a phoenix, a bird and beast about the size of two people yelled at Fan Qingtian. With a whistle, he swooped down and attacked Fan Qingtian.

Around the flapping wings of the birds and beasts was a real wind, which was so fierce that it seemed to be able to smash everything into pieces.

The bird's claws are sharp and glowing with a cold light, which also gives people a terrifying power that can tear everything apart.

Looking at the bird that suddenly attacked towards him, Fan Qingtian's eyes froze, and immediately mobilized his inner strength. At the moment when the bird and beast were about to approach Fan Qingtian, the figure flashed, leaving a cripple on the spot. The shadow queen disappeared in front of the birds and beasts.

The figures of birds and beasts attacking rapidly penetrated directly through the afterimage left by Fan Qingtian in situ, shattering the afterimage in an instant, turning it into a wisp of fresh wind and circling around.

In the main hall, on the throne of human bones, a proud black figure propped his head with one hand and his eyes fell on Fan Qingtian.

There is a black and gold mask on the face covering the position above the tip of the nose. Although the three-dimensional and handsome outline cannot see the whole picture clearly, it is enough to guess the handsome and heart-warming face under the mask.

The thin and cool lips were slightly pursed with a faint arc, and a long silver hair fell behind him like a waterfall, reaching his ankles, and his whole body concealed his aura, but the aura of arrogance and godliness on his body still made people dare not profane, and he felt surrendered.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian avoided the attacks of birds and beasts with a quick reaction, the cold lips of the god of death opened slightly, and his low and echoing voice echoed in the hall, "Take it in."

Hearing the words of the God of Death, Fan Qingtian frowned, wondering what the God of Death wanted to do?
Without turning around to look at the god of death, Fan Qingtian watched the bird and beast turn around and attack him again.

The spread wings are mixed with the swift shadow of the whirlwind that harvests everything, and the green eyes of the bird and beast are swooping and attacking Fan Qingtian with a hazy color.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Fan Qingtian waved his hand unhurriedly, and a wave of internal energy came out from the palm and flew towards the birds and beasts.

The palm wind was fierce, shaking the void of the entire space slightly.

(End of this chapter)