Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 313 It's Blind

And Fan Qingtian's mind began to ache even more violently, the blood from the bitten lip remained from the corner of his mouth, Fan Qingtian's face was pale and colorless, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down on the ground like rain.

It seemed that there was no strength left in the impact, and the little owl perishing bird lay on the ground with a pitiful look in its haughty eyes, looked at Fan Qingtian and yelled twice, "Quack..."

Hearing Xiaoxiao's call, Fan Qingtian's eyes suddenly lit up. When Xiaoxiao's bird hit the mask just now, his headache became more severe, but Xiaoxiao's bird stopped hitting the mask and had a headache. Symptoms have diminished considerably.

Could it be that he wanted to break the mask and let this little owl and perishing bird come out?
Thinking of this, Fan Qingtian thought for a while, looked at the little owl perishing bird indifferently and said seriously, "I let you out, but you can't resist."

Seemingly understanding Fan Qingtian's words, Xiaoxiao Jinniao nodded obediently.

I don't know what the consequences will be if the little owl perishing bird is released, but I know that it is not a solution to keep the little owl perishing bird inside the mask, and Fan Qingtian can only take a risk.

At the moment, Fan Qingtian pushed the internal force in his body to the limit, and the layer of internal force wrapped around his palm seemed harmless, but it released terrifying energy.

With a wave of confidence, Fan Qingtian regretfully slapped it on the mask.

Suddenly, the mask trembled violently, and several cracks opened from the mask.

Such a terrifying palm hit the light shield but did not directly shatter the light shield. The powerful aftermath spread out from the light shield, but it did not hurt Fan Qingtian's body, it just shattered Fan Qingtian's clothes The robes were torn in tatters.

However, Fan Qingtian's head seemed to have been severely smashed with a hammer, and the pain directly caused Fan Qingtian to spurt out a mouthful of blood from his mouth again.

Staggering back a few steps, Fan Qingtian bit his lips to prevent himself from uttering a cry of pain. At this time, Fan Qingtian's painful expression made people feel heartbroken.

Layers of phantoms appeared in the eyelids, and Fan Qingtian forced his drowsy eyelids to open.

"Absolutely not, you can't just give up. There are no words of giving up and surrender in Fan Qingtian's life. I won't admit defeat!" Fan Qingtian's hazy and slightly narrowed eyelids suddenly widened. In Qingtian's eyes, there is still confidence and proud refusal to admit defeat.

A raging and powerful aura was released from the whole body, and Fan Qingtian once again urged the internal force in his body to the limit in the palm of his hand.

The invisible internal energy was released, and Fan Qingtian's long black hair was calm and unmoving, his pale lips were tightly pressed, and his handsome and flawless face was full of determination.

Deeply seeing Fan Qingtian's fortitude at this moment, Xiaoxiao's eyes were full of respect, and he looked at Fan Qingtian nervously, "Quack."

And at this time, Fan Qingtian slammed the mask again fiercely with his brazen palm.

Powerful energy poured into the mask, and the cracked mask was completely shattered like broken glass.

The mask was shattered, and a more intense pain came into Fan Qingtian's mind. Unable to bear the pain anymore, Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

And the shattered mask instantly turned into snowflakes and fell on Fan Qingtian who was lying on the ground, the picture was extremely beautiful.

As the little light fell on Fan Qingtian's body and dissipated, a huge strange multi-colored character suddenly appeared under Fan Qingtian's body, which looked like a pattern but not like it.

The huge characters released a faint and soft light and swirled around Fan Qingtian's side, which was very magical.

And the mask was broken, and the little owl perishing bird was also freed from the mask at this time, and his exhausted appearance returned to a vigorous appearance at this moment.

Looking at Fan Qingtian who was fainted on the ground, the little owl perishing bird flapped its wings and flew to Fan Qingtian's body, blinking its bright eyes, tilting its head to look at Fan Qingtian for a long time, as if thinking about something .

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, the little owl perishing bird lightly pecked on the center of Fan Qingtian's eyebrows, a drop of blood overflowed from the center of Fan Qingtian's eyebrows, and then that drop of blood suddenly floated into the air.

At the same time, the characters under Fan Qingtian's body suddenly became smaller and as big as the drop of blood. The characters seemed to be drawn by the drop of blood of Fan Qingtian and approached the blood.

When the characters were close to the blood, the characters and the blood merged immediately, and then the characters shone with a strong red light, which turned into two beams of light, rushing in between the eyebrows of Fan Qingtian and Xiaoxiao's death bird.

Both Fan Qingtian and Xiaoxiao's death bird were shrouded in red light at this time, and Xiaoxiao's death bird had a touch of peace in his eyes, and then got into the center of Fan Qingtian's eyebrows.

Fan Qingtian, who was out of his mind, was instantly embraced by the God of Death when he fainted.

There was bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, his clothes were ragged, and Fan Qingtian's body showed a large area of ​​white skin, which glowed seductively, making people feel dry mouth.

An ambiguous atmosphere circulated in the air, facing such Fan Qingtian, a ray of light flashed in the eyes of the god of death.

Unhurriedly, he took out a white feather cloak from the storage space and put it on Fan Qingtian's body, and the god of death directly hugged Fan Qingtian and sat on the human bone throne.

Standing quietly in front of Fan Qingtian who was sitting on the throne of human bones, the dark eyes of the God of Death reflected Fan Qingtian's peaceful face, and the calm emotion on his face was never revealed, and it was impossible to guess what the God of Death wanted. what to do.

Fan Qingtian and the owl perishing bird have established a contractual relationship, and now the owl perishing bird is Fan Qingtian's natal beast.

Contracting with Fan Qingtian, the owl perishing bird obviously consumed a lot of energy. When I opened my tired eyes, I saw the god of death holding Fan Qingtian on the throne of human bones exclusive to the god of death.

The eyes suddenly protruded with indescribable horror, and the owl perishing bird couldn't believe that this would be the god of death who played everything in the applause!

The Grim Reaper can hug a woman and let it go, and let her seat be given to a woman, oh my god, is it blind?
The owl perishing bird patted its wings, wanting to confirm if this was an illusion.

But unfortunately, this happened for real. Xiao Jinniao did see the God of Death holding a woman on his seat. Is this the God of Death who claims to be the God of Destiny?
Death also loves people?It has never seen a woman beside the Grim Reaper!

The owl perishing bird recalled everything that the god of death had done, and immediately understood that the reason why the god of death gave it to this woman was to please this woman?
ah!It's really disgusting!This damned death!The owl perishing bird flapped its wings violently and walked back and forth, constantly suppressing the anger in its heart, and wanted to slap the god of death to death, but the owl perishing bird was not the opponent of the god of death.

(End of this chapter)