Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 624 The Madman With Split Personality

But the god of death said lightly in his heart, "I am the god of death, why should I listen to you."

Seeing that the god of death agreed, although Fan Qingtian felt a little pain in his heart, he quickly calmed down.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Fan Qingtian seemed to have thought of something, and then said, "The agreement between us has also ended, please tell me the whereabouts of Shuli Sword."

Hearing Fan Qingtian say this, the Grim Reaper slowly turned his head to look at Fan Qingtian, his calm eyes imprinted with Fan Qingtian's pretended indifference.

The corner of his mouth slightly raised a shallow arc, and the God of Death said indifferently, "Shuli Sword is in the Kingdom of Jin. As long as you can find a lunatic with three split personalities, you will know where Shuli Sword is."

Hearing the words of the god of death, Fan Qingtian's eyes widened slightly. Three lunatics with split personalities?

There is no mistake!Just give her this news, what kind of news is this, you must know how big the Kingdom of Jin is, and there may be madmen everywhere in the Kingdom of Jin, how can she find it!

"Can't you tell me the exact location where the Shuli sword is hidden?" Fan Qingtian said in a calm voice with haze in his eyes.

"With me, I can give you whatever you want, including my people." With a slight smile on his face, the god of death said temptingly.

Well, knowing that Shuli Sword is in the Kingdom of Jin, there is a direction to look for, lunatic, at worst, she will have someone find all the lunatics in the Kingdom of Jin. whereabouts.

Raising his head, Fan Qingtian said with an expression of reluctance, "No need, I will find it myself."

Standing up from the bed, Fan Qingtian said to the god of death, "Send me back now."

"You, don't you have the slightest nostalgia? Are you in such a hurry to leave?" His gaze was fixed on Fan Qingtian, and the eyes of the god of death almost saw through Fan Qingtian's heart.

Being looked at by the god of death like this, Fan Qingtian couldn't help but find it difficult to adapt, his eyes sank, Fan Qingtian lowered his head, and said coldly, "No."

There's none?In fact, there is still a little reluctance in my heart.

It's just that there is no result in the end, so don't have any reluctance, Fan Qingtian suppressed everything about the god of death in his heart, and his face was peaceful.

"Then I hope you can always remember this day that belongs to us." Speaking of which, the god of death has come to Fan Qingtian, and stretched out a hand in front of Fan Qingtian.

Silent, Fan Qingtian didn't respond to the God of Death, but stretched out a hand and put it in the God of Death's hand.

Holding Fan Qingtian's hand, the god of death imprisoned Fan Qingtian in his arms, waved one hand, and in the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared in the bedroom full of passionate memories.

The winter sun was warm, and after seven days, Fan Qingtian finally appeared in everyone's sight.

Of course, Fan Qingtian used the excuse of being sick to recuperate from his illness during his absence for seven days, so he didn't see anyone at all.

Thinking that Fan Qingtian came to worry about the earth country, it is understandable that he was sick, and everyone present would not doubt Fan Qingtian's excuse.

Although Du Xiangxiu and the others were also worried, without Bu Hai's consent, Du Xiangxiu and the others would not be able to see Fan Qingtian.

"Eunuch Buhai, how is the king's condition? It's already the eighth day. Is the situation serious? The doctor in the palace is unreliable. I brought a genius doctor to treat the king." The gentle face With a face full of worry, Du Xiangxiu asked worriedly.

Glancing at the inconspicuous Jue Rong beside Du Xiangxiu, he threw his fly whisk over his shoulders, Bu Hai shook his head and said, "Young Master Xiangxiu really bothered the king, but the king said that he wanted to heal his illness, not If anyone bothers you, please go back, Young Master."

Du Xiangxiu has good intentions, and Bu Hai is also very happy about Du Xiangxiu's change to Fan Qingtian.

It's not that Du Xiangxiu was heartless not to let Du Xiangxiu go to see Fan Qingtian, only Bu Hai knew clearly that Fan Qingtian had gone out to the palace for business and hadn't come back yet.

Fan Qingtian also told Buhai that no one should know that she had left the palace, otherwise the palace ratio would be in chaos, and those who cared would definitely take this opportunity to disadvantage the palace.

Even if most people forgive Fan Qingtian, there are still many enemies of Fan Qingtian who want to kill Fan Qingtian.

Therefore, Buhai will not disclose to anyone the news that Fan Qingtian is no longer in the palace.

"Eunuch Buhai, the king has been ill for so long and still hasn't recovered, what kind of illness is this?

Even if you don't let Xiangxiu see the king, you still hope that Eunuch Buhai can tell Xiangxiu about the king's illness, so that Xiangxiu can also contribute! Looking at Bu Hai with burning eyes, Du Xiangxiu waited for Bu Hai's answer.

Seeing that Du Xiangxiu must know the king's situation, Bu Hai couldn't help but frowned slightly, and when he was about to speak, Fan Qingtian's voice came from the bedroom, "Let Du Xiangxiu come in. "

Hearing Fan Qingtian's voice, Bu Hai's eyes lit up slightly, and he secretly said in his heart, "It's great, Your Majesty is finally back."

With a calm expression on his face, Bu Hai looked at Du Xiangxiu who was also a little surprised, and said seriously, "Young Master Xiangxiu, since the king wants to see you, please."

Nodding to Bu Hai, Du Xiangxiu followed Bu Hai into the bedroom.

"Your Majesty, you..." Just as he was about to say that you are back, Bu Hai quickly stopped, coughed softly to cover up his excessive joy, and asked pretending to be concerned, "Is Your Majesty feeling better?"

"King Shang Ji'an." Du Xiangxiu and Jue Rong half kneeled on the ground and said in unison.

Sitting on the soft bed, Fan Qingtian was not sick, but his complexion was a little unwell.

Looking at Du Xiangxiu and the others, Fan Qingtian saw a ray of light in the eyes of Jue Rong standing beside Du Xiangxiu.

Although Juerong's appearance looks ordinary, the aura of pride and tenacity exuding from his body is not inferior to anyone at all. At the same time, Fan Qingtian also feels that Juerong's strength is not weak.

"Looks like it's time for me to get to know Duxiang Xiu better." Fan Qingtian said to himself in his heart.

"I'm fine." After a pause, Fan Qingtian glanced at Buhai.

Immediately understanding Fan Qingtian's meaning, Buhai stood beside Fan Qingtian respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about state affairs. The old slave has arranged everything properly, there is no problem."

Hearing Bu Hai's answer, Fan Qingtian nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Eunuch Hai, please go down first, I have something to talk to Du Xiangxiu."

"Yes, Your Majesty." After saying those words, Bu Hai immediately left the bedroom.

With Bu Hai's departure, the atmosphere seemed a little quiet.

Fan Qingtian's figure was engraved on his twinkling eyes, and looking at Fan Qingtian's slightly tired face, Du Xiangxiu asked with concern, "Your Majesty, are you really healthy? Xiang Xiu invited a genius doctor to help you Your Majesty sees a doctor."

(End of this chapter)