Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 674 Tianxin Needle

Hearing Sima Beiming's words, a light flashed in Fan Qingtian's eyes, and he immediately asked, "What does Mr. Sima Beiming mean?
If you can save Mo Ziyuan, as long as I can do it, you can ask for anything. "

With a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, Sima Beiming's eyes fell on the calm Fan Qingtian, "If I want you for a night, will you agree?"

Sima Beiming's words immediately made the atmosphere very depressing, Li Mie looked at Sima Beiming coldly, and let out a displeased cold moan in his throat, "En."

Naturally feeling the killing intent coming from Li Mie's persecution, Sima Beiming still said with a slight smile, "It's just a joke, why should the god of death be angry, how could Sima Beiming provoke your people at will."

"Your knowledge allows you to continue living in front of me." Li Mie looked at Sima Beiming and said in an indescribably cold voice.

After listening to Li Mie's arrogant words, Sima Beiming didn't show a trace of anger on his face. His fingertips brushed his lips and said in a quiet voice, "To save him, one needs the heart and soul in his body, and two, It takes all the Tianxin needles to stimulate his heart and soul to live, without these two things he cannot be saved."

After a pause, Sima Beiming continued with a hint of murderous intent in his indifferent words, "King Fan killed my blood-sealed Lord Yudie, and I, Sima Beiming, will take back this hatred."

The calm eyes narrowed slightly, and Fan Qingtian said in a deep voice, "I don't know Lord Yudie."

"Oh." Responding lightly, Sima Beiming waved one hand, and the figure of Lord Yudie transformed into the empty space, and was reflected in front of Fan Qingtian.

Seeing this figure, Fan Qingtian's pupils darkened suddenly, he did not expect that this flower picker was actually a blood-throated person.

"It turned out to be him." Fan Qingtian's face was cold, and he looked straight at Sima Beiming and said, "He is causing trouble in this king's territory. It is only right for this king to kill him. Mr. Sima Beiming wants to kill him." To avenge him?"

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and Fan Qingtian continued, "Yes, but one thing is one thing. If Mr. Sima Beiming can help me save Mo Ziyuan, I will agree to any reasonable request you make."

It is very clear that Fan Qingtian has something to ask of Sima Beiming now, Fan Qingtian's attitude cannot be too tough, everything will have to wait for Sima Beiming to save Mo Ziyuan before talking about other things.

Reaching out and handing Mo Ziyuan's soul to Sima Beiming, Fan Qingtian continued, "This is Ziyuan's soul. As for the location of the Tianxin needle you mentioned, I will find a way to find it."

At worst, if she asks the god of death for help, she will be able to find the Tianxin needle.

Looking at the red fruit in Fan Qingtian's hand, Sima Beiming's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out to take the thing in Fan Qingtian's hand, "For the sake of death, I can promise to help him, but can I help him?" If you can’t, you have to live, everything depends on the fate.”

His eyes fell on the God of Death, and Sima Beiming asked calmly, "Is the God of Death willing to owe me this favor."

Not everyone can get the favor of God of Death.

There was an unobservable light in the deep eyes, and Death didn't think about it, "Yes."

Hearing Reaper's answer, Sima Beiming's mouth slightly raised a hint of calculation, and he nodded slightly, "It's really not easy to get the favor of Reaper."

Turning his eyes to Fan Qingtian, Sima Beiming said softly, "I'm going to do business with my blood blocked, just complete the task, and all other consequences will be borne by the employer.

You killed my man, I should ask you to pay back, and Vatican King seems to have provoked a blood seal several times, I should have killed you, but under the conditions promised by the god of death, I sold you this face ,Only one time. "

Regarding Li Mie, Fan Qingtian really owed Li Mie too much, so much that Fan Qingtian didn't know how to pay it back.

His eyes fell on Li Mie's body for a while, a ray of light flashed in Fan Qingtian's eyes, and he looked at Sima Beiming again, Fan Qingtian said, "As long as Mr. Sima Beiming can heal Mo Ziyuan with all his strength."

After a pause, Fan Qingtian continued, "Mr. Sima Beiming knows where the Tianxin Needle is? How can I find it?"

Raising his sleeves and waving lightly, Chuanfang's speed suddenly increased. Sima Beiming said leisurely, "There are two sets of Tianxin needles, divided into sky needles and heart needles. I already have the sky needles, but the heart needle is missing."

With an unhurried voice, Sima Beiming continued, "The heart needle is in the hands of He Fengying in Chongguang Medical Building, but He Fengying is dead, and her needle is gone."

After listening to Sima Beiming's words, Fan Qingtian immediately remembered what Du Xiangxiu had said to him.

At that time Du Xiangxiu said that Sima Beiming killed his master He Fengying, could it be for this pair of needles?

"You killed He Fengying because of the heart needle?" It was not supposed to ask this question, but Fan Qingtian asked it anyway.

Hearing that Fan Qingtian meant that he knew something, Sima Beiming's face couldn't help but a little surprise flashed across his face.

The surprise dissipated quickly, and Sima Beiming didn't mind telling Fan Qingtian about it, "Yes, I always wanted the heart needle in He Fengying's hand, and He Fengying always wanted the sky needle in my hand." Needle."

Although Fan Qingtian didn't understand what happened, but Sima Beiming's one-sentence answer made him understand the reason for the grievance. No wonder He Fengying didn't let Du Xiangxiu and others take revenge. The reason was not only because of them Sima Beiming's forces can't compete with Sima Beiming, and more importantly, this is just a grievance between Sima Beiming and He Fengying, He Fengying doesn't want to involve other people.

Heart needle, Fan Qingtian thought to himself, maybe Du Xiangxiu should know the whereabouts of the heart needle.

"I will find the heart needle for you as soon as possible." Fan Qingtian said solemnly, his eyes sinking.

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, a light flashed in Sima Beiming's eyes, and he said calmly, "You only have five days, and I can keep this soul alive for five days at most."

With a solemn face, Fan Qingtian nodded and said, "Okay."

While Fan Qingtian and Sima Beiming were talking, Chuanfang docked.

I saw the boat park parked in front of the lake, a bamboo forest on the shore, and a small bamboo house in the middle of the bamboo forest.

There is a row of wind chimes hanging in front of the eaves of the bamboo house. The wind chimes rippling in the clear wind and drizzle, but the seemingly simple bamboo house in front of you has a special charm.

Picking up the red oil-paper fan placed on the side of the bow and opening it, Sima Beiming said to Fan Qingtian and Li Mie, "Follow me."

After speaking, Sima Beiming took the lead and walked down the boat yard with an umbrella.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Fan Qingtian followed Li Mie and got off the boat together and walked towards the bamboo house in the woods.

Putting Mo Ziyuan on a bamboo couch, Sima Beiming put his heart and soul on Mo Ziyuan again.

Fan Qingtian and Li Mie stood behind Sima Beiming, watching quietly.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Sima Beiming flicked his sword finger in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)