Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 314 Give Me Three Years

Because the owl perishing bird has already formed a contract with Fan Qingtian, and they can still communicate with each other, so naturally they know that Fan Qingtian is now a woman.

Thinking that Fan Qingtian was still a woman, and that he was still in the hands of a woman, the owl perishing bird became even more depressed, and almost vomited blood to death.

The movement of the owl perishing bird walking back and forth did not affect the Grim Reaper's gaze back at the owl perishing bird, his eyes still fell on Fan Qingtian indifferently.

Softly, gently, with pity and suspicion, the God of Death looked at Fan Qingtian unabashedly with multiple and complicated gazes.

As if feeling someone staring at him, Fan Qingtian's long curly eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and then he opened his eyes.

The figure of the god of death is imprinted in Fan Qingtian's pupils, and the four eyes are facing each other, and a strange breath is flowing.

Fan Qingtian's eyes were immediately full of guard, and he said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The voice was very weak, and Fan Qingtian's internal energy was almost exhausted, and the remaining internal energy was used to restrain evil spirits. At this time, Fan Qingtian was in a state of exhaustion, but he still questioned the god of death without losing his momentum.

Seeing Fan Qingtian's vigilance, suddenly the god of death bowed down in front of Fan Qingtian, leaning even closer to Fan Qingtian, almost sticking to Fan Qingtian's face.

The atmosphere in the air became very ambiguous.

You can almost hear the breath exhaled from the god of death Joan's nose, and you can clearly see his face reflected in the god of death's pupils, and the very pleasant smell emanating from the god of death, Fan Qingtian couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. Feeling tense, he involuntarily leaned back again.

However, Fan Qingtian sat on the throne of human bones, and there was no way to retreat. Even with his head tilted back against the back of the throne of human bones, he was still very close to the god of death.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Fan Qingtian's voice was as cold as a millennium's ice at this time, and his calm eyes looked at the god of death with murderous intent.

And the owl perishing bird who was on the runaway saw this ambiguous scene inadvertently, with a long beak and his eyeballs were about to fall out.

"Hey, hey, what do you want to do, can you avoid it, I will get the eye of a needle!" The owl that came back to his senses roared at the god of death and Fan Qingtian.

After the roar, the owl perishing bird kept yelling in his heart, calm down, I want to calm down, I really need to calm down.

Not affected by the words of the owl perishing bird, the god of death looked at Fan Qingtian, who had a murderous look on his face, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and chuckled, "You are too weak if you want to kill me, it's better to fall in love with me directly Make you more successful."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian pursed his lips tightly, and turned his head quickly, trying to find a way to make the god of death not come to her all the time.

Clenching his fists slightly, Fan Qingtian only hated that his strength was too low.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Fan Qingtian had no fear in his eyes, and said with a light smile, "The god of death really underestimates me, falling in love with you, I can't do it, but, killing you I can definitely do it."

After a pause, Fan Qingtian continued without waiting for the god of death to speak, "Give me three years, and I can kill you."

Fan Qingtian said the word kill very lightly, but it was full of extreme arrogance and arrogance.

Listening to Fan Qingtian's words, the owl bird on the side looked at Fan Qingtian strangely, and made a contract with Fan Qingtian. Of course, the owl bird knew that Fan Qingtian's physique could not break through the soul vein class. Three years , to what extent can Fan Qingtian cultivate to fight against the god of death?

This can't help but make Xiao Jinniao feel that Fan Qingtian is boasting, even it can't shake the God of Death, how could Fan Qingtian kill the God of Death?
And Fan Qingtian's words let Xiao Yuniao know another piece of news, um, that is, the god of death is unrequitedly in love with Fan Qingtian, and Fan Qingtian is unwilling to give in, this is really explosive news, the god of death will chase after him Woman, if you tell it, no one will believe it.

If it hadn't been for the owl perishing bird to see it with its own eyes, it would never believe that the cold and indifferent god of death has such a side.

The Grim Reaper listened to Fan Qingtian's words, with a trace of cunning hidden in his dark eyes, as if he had already guessed what Fan Qingtian would say, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but the Grim Reaper stood up slowly at this moment, looking down at the Looking at Fan Qingtian, he said, "This game is interesting. I will give you three years to kill me. At the same time, in these three years, I will also make you fall in love with me."

The light mouth was full of sworn tyrants, and a strange gunpowder seemed to permeate the air.

I really want to roll my eyes, Fan Qingtian originally wanted to say, if you promise, then our so-called love bet will be cancelled, who knows that the god of death has such a long talk today, shouldn't he say, "Okay" or "I promise you " of it?
But now the words of the god of death directly sealed what Fan Qingtian said later, so that Fan Qingtian could not swallow what he wanted to say.

Fan Qingtian felt that this was another big trouble for himself. Not only did he have to continue the God of Death's way of getting along and loving each other without warning, but he also wanted to challenge the God of Killing. Fan Qingtian felt that God of Death wanted to be with her by nature. Done right, the world would be perfect without Death!

Looking at Fan Qingtian's peaceful face with furrowed brows, God of Death had a faint smile on his face, and then waved his hand, a hexagonal rhombic silver crystal appeared in the hands of God of Death.

"Take it." Handing the hexagonal rhombic crystal to Fan Qingtian, Reaper said indifferently.

Seeing the God of Death handing the crystal in front of her with his knuckles, a dark light flashed in Fan Qingtian's eyes, believing that the God of Death would not do anything to her for the time being that would endanger her, Fan Qingtian stretched out his hand and handed the God of Death The crystal was in his hand.

Looking at the hexagonal rhombic crystal, the crystal is silver in color, no different from ordinary crystals.

But at this moment, Fan Qingtian felt that the crystal seemed to be involved with her, which gave her the idea that she could go into the crystal.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Fan Qingtian looked up at Death God and asked, "What is this for?"

"Spiritual stone, the time difference between the space inside and the space outside is ten days." Reaper didn't hide anything from Fan Qingtian, and explained directly.

After hearing the words of the god of death, a light flashed in Fan Qingtian's eyes. Even though the words of the god of death were brief, he was as smart as Fan Qingtian, so he naturally knew what the words of the god of death meant.

The space inside this strange spirit stone is different from the time in the outside world. One day outside the space inside the strange spirit stone is equal to ten days.

Such treasures are definitely rare and unique. Back then, there was a similar treasure space stone in the Shenguang Pagoda, but they were all in the Treasure Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)