Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 338 Silver Robe Man
In a hall in a very mysterious place, the entire hall is surrounded by misty water vapor, like a fairyland.

The walls and beams are all carved with exquisite patterns. In the center of the main hall, a huge circular pool is built. The pools are all made of emerald gems facing each other. There are lifelike golden dragons holding orbs in their mouths on eight sides. .

Jinlong spat out thin streams of water, which fell into the pool, shaking in circles of ripples, and the heat rising from the pool even obscured people's sight.

The entire pool was built extremely luxuriously, and in this pool, a silver-haired man was soaking in the pool at this time.

The smoke rising from the temperature of the water in the pool made the figure of the man in the pool looming. It could be vaguely seen that the man's figure was very standard, but he couldn't see everything clearly.

And although the looming appearance cannot be fully seen clearly, the outline is as if carved out, but the vague outline is extremely exciting.

The faintly seductive figure is looming, and the picture at this time is extremely nosebleed.

The man lazily leaned against the wall of the pool, and his eyes calmly fell on the wall of the hall in front of him.

And on the wall in front of the man, there is a round jade stone the size of a bronze mirror, and the scene of Fan Qingtian in the sudden state is reflected in the jade stone at this moment.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the man's dark and deep eyes flickered faintly, his lips parted slightly, and his quiet voice lingered in the hall, "I really look forward to the surprise you will give me."

And as the man's words fell, a silver light blade shot towards the man suddenly.

Seeing the attack coming from the blast, the man raised his eyes, and before he could make a move, the light blade disappeared from the man's face into nothingness.

But the attack didn't stop there, dozens of light blades shot towards the man in the pool with terrifying energy.

At the same time, a silver figure that was as fast as lightning rushed towards the man at the same time.

The entire comfortable hall was suddenly enveloped by murderous aura.

Looking at the scene in front of him, facing the strong murderous intent, the man's eyes were full of laziness, and he didn't feel nervous at all.

The man raised his hand lightly, a sharp blade was condensed on the palm of his hand, and with a light sweep, the dozens of explosive attacks were instantly wiped out.

At the same time, that silver figure had already waved the weapon in his hand and directly killed the man's vitals.

The silver figure came at such a speed that he couldn't see clearly, leaving behind only phantoms, brandishing weapons fiercely to demand the man's life.

Sitting lazily in the pool without any movement, I saw the flickering sword light and shadow of the attacking person.

I didn't see the two fighting each other, but the two had passed a hundred moves in the blink of an eye.

After minutes and seconds passed, a man in a silver robe with red trim was seen standing behind the pool behind the man who was still taking a leisurely bath.

The man's long silver hair was tied up in a simple and neat way, fixed with a red suet jade crown, and the tied ponytail was windless and automatic.

The whole body is filled with the cold breath like an iceberg, it seems that it can't be melted for a thousand years, if you can't get close, it will be frozen into ice.

Holding a silver gun with a strange shape, under the tip of the gun is a crescent moon shape. The crescent moon is obviously a sharp knife, and the edge is shining coldly.

The man's face is well-defined, unbelievably handsome, and the facial features are as if drawn with a magic brush, so beautiful that it is unforgettable.

But at this moment, a shallow cut was made on that handsome face, which was very eye-catching.

The bright red blood oozes little drops of blood from the wound, which looks more like blood pearls under the white and fluorescent face.

The smoke around the man was condensed into little ice beads by the breath released by the man, and remained in the air.

There was no expression on the whole person, and the wound on his face did not affect the man's emotions at all. The man in silver robe was as cold as a block of wood and ice, and even the light blue eyes were empty.

The spear pointed to the ground, and the man in the silver robe was surrounded by murderous aura, but he didn't turn his head to look at the man soaking in the pool.

The man in the pool didn't turn his head to look at the silver-robed man, his face still had a lazy and slightly evil look on his face.

The atmosphere in the air seemed very weird. The two seemed to be familiar enemies, but they were not quite alike.

There was no emotion in the empty eyes, and the silver-robed man said slowly, "Reaper, your game has changed."

The silver-robed man's voice was as cold as the icy breath released from his body.

Hearing the questioning words of the silver-robed man, the god of death remained unmoved, and said in a cold voice, "I decide on my game."

"Heh." Laughed softly, extremely ironic, "Reaper is so generous, he sent the Absorbing Origin Orb first, then the Sudden Realm, and even set up an enchantment to protect this woman in the Sudden Realm, I can say that the Reaper is really playing Is it a game? Or are you in love with this woman?" The silver-robed man questioned mockingly and provocatively, and his mouth was full of gunpowder.

He was not annoyed by the silver-robed man's words, and the corners of Death's mouth slightly raised. If he fell in love with Fan Qingtian, then he would lose this game. Is there a game where Death can lose?Death wants to taste the taste of losing.

Seeing that the god of death did not answer for a while, the silver-robed man sneered, "It seems that I guessed well."

"My heart, how far can you guess." Death leaned back, resting his head on the jade pillow beside the pool, and asked faintly.

"I'm not interested in guessing your thoughts. My goal is to make you surrender at my feet." The man in the silver robe said coldly, his figure trembled slightly, and he had disappeared into the hall at this time.

The dense mist that was frozen and circulating seemed to be frightened at this time. After calming down, it finally returned to the original direction and turned around again, covering the place where the man was standing just now with a layer of mist again, as if just now. No one has ever been here.

Still not looking back, the Grim Reaper's eyes fell on the figure of Fan Qingtian reflected on the jade, his gaze was thoughtful.

On the seventh day in the territory of Huanran, all the wounds on Fan Qingtian's body have healed, and the injuries on his body are also completely healed, but the smooth and jade-like skin on his body is covered with scabbed scars, which looks extremely ferocious .

He didn't care about the hideous wounds on his body. From Fan Qingtian's point of view, they were just skins. Whether they looked good or not, that was the case. It was not a problem to get rid of these scars, but Fan Qingtian didn't want to waste time.

During these seven days, Fan Qingtian refined dozens of pills for temporary use.

Because the grade of the elixir is not high, Fan Qingtian did not spend too much effort to refine it.

(End of this chapter)