Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 505 Let's Come Again
The amber eyes were shining brightly, even though Sain Qing's death made Fan Qingtian feel uncomfortable, but what the God of Death said at this moment temporarily made Fan Qingtian forget the pain in his heart.

Thinking about the intention of the God of Death's words, after a while, Fan Qingtian said, "What does the God of Death want to do to speed up the bet between us."

The conditions offered by the god of death undoubtedly moved Fan Qingtian's heart. If she could speed up the completion of the bet with the god of death, then with the help of the god of death, she would move forward even faster.

A seven-year bet is really not something that Fan Qingtian can afford.

It was no surprise that Fan Qingtian would ask this question, the God of Death with his hands behind his back, looked at Fan Qingtian lightly and said, "Let's see who can fall in love with each other in the memory of never knowing each other, how about?"

As smart as Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian now knows that Death God means to erase the memory between him and her. who.

Staring closely at the God of Death, Fan Qingtian remained silent.

But the god of death has already seen that Fan Qingtian has understood the meaning of his short words, "Qing'er, will you agree?"

It didn't feel strange that the god of death called him such an ambiguous name at the moment, and now Fan Qingtian was already lost in thought.

If it was before, Fan Qingtian could be more courageous and agree to the God of Death without any hesitation.

However, Fan Qingtian was a little hesitant at this moment, because of the trivial matter, which caused panic in his heart, Fan Qingtian knew very well that he was not a hard-hearted material, no matter how cruel and heartless, her heart would not listen to her brain Command calm.

The fists under the sleeves were clenched tightly, but Fan Qingtian also understood very well that this was an opportunity, the only opportunity, that she could get rid of the murder in her body as soon as possible.

From the moment that the murderer entered Fan Qingtian's heart, the moment Fan Qingtian woke up, he wished to pull the murderer out of the heart immediately, so as not to threaten her. After all, the position of the heart is not as strong as other bodies.

Seeing Fan Qingtian's hesitation, the God of Death said indifferently, "Could it be that Qing'er is afraid? I'm afraid that I will really lose, and there is nothing I can do."

"Why should I be afraid!" Following the words of the God of Death, Fan Qingtian raised his head and looked at the God of Death with confidence in his eyes.

If she backs down, then she will talk about revenge, if she backs down, how can she be worthy of Sain Qing's loyal heart that sacrifices her life and doesn't want to embarrass her.

At this time, Fan Qingtian had already come out of his sadness, and Fan Qingtian said forcefully, "I promise you!"

After a pause, Fan Qingtian continued, "However, our country is busy with affairs, and this matter must wait until I finish handling the matter."

Without embarrassing Fan Qingtian, the god of death nodded slightly, and stuffed the ointment back into Fan Qingtian's hand, "I will come to you when the time comes!"

Following the words of the god of death, in the blink of an eye, the god of death disappeared before Fan Qingtian's eyes.

Seeing the figure of Death leaving, Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "Thank you for letting me out of this shadow."

Although the god of death did not say a few words to comfort Fan Qingtian, but stimulated Fan Qingtian, but Fan Qingtian knew very well that the god of death diverted her attention so that she would not be desperately entangled in the delicate death.

This thank you to God of Death, Brahma Qingtian came from the heart.

In fact, Fan Qingtian discovered that although the god of death has a cold and ruthless appearance, he can sometimes warm people's hearts.

Is the Grim Reaper the kind of person who holds power and is indifferent and unapproachable?
Fan Qingtian still doesn't know what kind of person the God of Death is, but Fan Qingtian understands that the God of Death will definitely not be as indifferent as it appears on the outside.

Suddenly, Fan Qingtian's eyes fell on the ointment box on the palm of his hand, and the image of Li Mie's figure flashing in his mind, and at the same time, the picture of him proficiently applying the medicine with Death God.

This box of plaster was given to her by Li Mie, how could Death know that the ointment Li Mie gave her can quickly heal minor injuries without leaving any scars.

With surprise in his eyes, Fan Qingtian asked himself in a low voice, "Could it be that the god of death has been watching me and Li Mie all this time?"

Thinking of this, Fan Qingtian immediately shook his head again, the Grim Reaper would only do such a childish thing when he was bored.

Suddenly, Fan Qingtian's mind once again recalled the name that the god of death called him just now, "Qing'er!"

Isn't that why Li Mie called herself that?

At this moment, the doubts in Fan Qingtian's heart were like burning a mountain forest, and the flames spread rapidly.

There was a little bit of coldness in the amber eyes, and Fan Qingtian asked himself in a low voice, "Is the god of death Li Mie?"

The cold wind was blowing, and it was dawn overnight, Duan Qing's death was quickly spread.

Those who don't know can't figure out that Yi Duanqing was so favored in front of Fan Qingtian that she was killed.

Although the officials who hated Satin and wished that Satin would die were very happy in their hearts, in the end they were even more panicked at this time.

Even someone like Duanqing who was favored by Fan Qingtian would be killed by Fan Qingtian if he said he was killed by Fan Qingtian, then they are not worth mentioning in Fan Qingtian's heart.

Every official was wildly thinking about the reason why Duan Qing was killed by Fan Qingtian.

The only reason that can convince all the officials is that Duanqing committed crimes, and Fan Qingtian took Duanqing's knife.

And thinking of this reason, all the officials panicked even more.

But this reason still puzzled all the officials. Since Fan Qingtian wanted to kill Duanqing, why did he give Duanqing such a high courtesy funeral and be buried in the royal tomb? At least he would be sealed by Duanqing A Marquis.

And Fan Qingtian let Duanqing be buried with the highest etiquette, the new officials would not object, and the old officials would not dare to object at all.

It is very clear that if they object, there may be no other way but death.

Also because of Duanqing's death, the officials did not dare to relax in the slightest in the matter at hand, and earnestly did what they needed to do well, for fear that Fan Qingtian would catch a shortcoming of them, and they would die in Fanqing's hands. hands of the sky.

The palace is rich and grand, and Fan Qingtian's bedroom has been completely restored to its original appearance.

Clean and tidy, but much simpler and lower-key than the previous room layout.

Bu Hai waited on Fan Qingtian to get dressed, and by the way explained everything that needs to be reported to Fan Qingtian today.

Pulling at the creases on the corner of Fan Qingtian's robe, Bu Hai said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Duan Qing's body has been buried in the Royal Tomb this morning, and the people sent by Master Mo to help the King will be coming soon." Now that we have arrived at the royal city, I don’t know what the king’s plan is going to be.”

After venting his gaffe last night, Fan Qingtian has returned to normal now, but those amber eyes are a little more profound.

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