Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 739 How Do I Bear This Love

Biting his lips tightly, blood flowed from the corner of Fan Qingtian's mouth, which was shocking and painful.

It was her incompetence, she made Li Mie so troubled.

And Li Mie treated her so well, how could she bear it.

She thought she would be lucky to meet a man who treats her sincerely in this life.

But Fan Qingtian never thought that a perfect and outstanding man like Li Mie would protect her so much with his life, how lucky she is, God let her be reborn, and let her meet such a wonderful man man.

However, how could her life bear such a piece of luck.

Li Mie, Li Mie, you are really not worth doing this for me, really not worth it.

Why do you want to destroy my cultivation base for me, why do you do this, you will make me feel more and more unable to extricate myself from you, and feel more and more ashamed of you, how can I bear your love, bear you Pay me like this.

I, even if I die, it will be difficult to repay your love...

Seeing the blood overflowing from the corner of Fan Qingtian's mouth, Du Xiangxiu was startled, and then he was startled, and shouted, "Your Majesty..."

"Je Rong, hurry up and help the king to have a look." Du Xiangxiu said to Jue Rong anxiously, his face full of fear.

A light flashed in his eyes, and Jue Rong immediately wanted to feel Fan Qingtian's pulse.

Shaking away Jue Rong's hand, Fan Qingtian said coldly, "I'm fine."

Speaking of which, Fan Qingtian struggled and was about to get off the bed.

But the body is really weak, Fan Qingtian eagerly wants to get up, but his heavy body is like supporting a huge boulder, and every raised limb is like a slow-motion replay.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing? Your health is still not healed..." Seeing Fan Qingtian struggling to get up from the bed, Du Xiangxiu was anxious to stop Fan Qingtian, but now he There is absolutely no power to stop Fan Qingtian's move.

What's more, he couldn't even use the strength of the only hand he could move.

With a hint of sadness in his eyes, Du Xiangxiu looked at Jue Rong.

Jue Rong understood and helped Du Xiangxiu stop Fan Qingtian from getting out of bed.

Being held down by someone, Fan Qingtian said in a dignified voice, "Don't think that this king is weak now, so this king can't move. Tell me, where Li Mie is."

With a weak hand, Jue Rong's hand clasped on his shoulder was violently waved away, and Fan Qingtian struggled with one foot from the bed to the ground.

Just when Fan Qingtian was eager to see how Li Mie was doing now, a voice that was as indifferent as a breeze but as gentle as a cloud came into Fan Qingtian's ears, "Qing'er, you should lie down when you are hurt. Rest well in bed, be good, be obedient."

With such familiar words, Fan Qingtian's invisible eyes widened slightly and looked towards the source of the voice.

"Li, Li Mie..." Hearing Li Mie's voice, Fan Qingtian's mouth suddenly curved slightly.

Hearing Li Mie's angry voice, Fan Qingtian was a little relieved, at least Li Mie was fine.

Looking at Li Mie who came in from the door, Du Xiangxiu lowered his eyes slightly, then looked at Jue Rong and said, "Je Rong, let's go out first."

Glancing at Li Mie, Jue Rong frowned slightly, and then pushed Du Xiangxiu away from Fan Qingtian's bedroom.

Ming Yin, who was standing at the door, saw Li Mie go into Fan Qingtian's bedroom, turned around and left with Du Xiangxiu and Jue Rong.

Only Fan Qingtian and Li Mie were left in the room.

There was silence in the air, and Li Mie stood in front of Fan Qingtian still dressed as a god of death, his deep eyes under the mask contained deep affection, and he reached out to caress Fan Qingtian's pale face, "Qing'er, I Let you get hurt, I didn't protect you well."

Covering Li Mie's hand on the back of her cheek, Fan Qingtian's eyes couldn't help but sparkle, "Li Mie, I'm sorry for you, I've hurt you, not because you didn't protect me well. "

If she hadn't been poisoned, if she hadn't been controlled by Shi Yunxiao, how could Li Mie self-destruct and get injured? All of this is because of her, because she is really useless...

Being able to strongly feel the self-blame and guilt in Fan Qingtian's heart, Li Mie raised a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to hug Fan Qingtian, "My Qing'er, you are my life, I will protect me How can you talk about getting involved."

Sitting on the bed, Fan Qingtian's cheek was pressed against the abdomen of Li Mie who was standing, and the teardrops overflowing from the corners of his eyes stained Li Mie's body.

Listening to Li Mie's words, Fan Qingtian bit his lips tightly, not letting his tears fall uncontrollably due to the emotion aroused in his heart.

But the more Fan Qingtian restrained, the tears in her eyes overflowed more violently, her mouth opened slightly, Fan Qingtian wanted to say something, but for a while, she couldn't say it.

It was the first time I saw Fan Qingtian crying so fragilely, the overflowing tears fell on the ground, as if piercing into Li Mie's heart.

For a long time, Fan Qingtian has always been calm, strategizing, and as strong as a stone, as if the word "fragile" never existed in Fan Qingtian's body.

However, now that Fan Qingtian was crying weakly and guiltily because he blamed her for causing his injuries, Li Mie felt happy in his heart, but also felt distressed.

Gently wiping the tears off Fan Qingtian's face, Li Mie said softly, "Qing'er, don't cry, okay? Am I okay? You are not allowed to blame yourself and feel guilty.

Your appearance really makes my heart hurt. Are you willing to let me look at you like this? "

Leaning down, Li Mie's thin and cool lips gently kissed the tears off Fan Qingtian's face.

"Li Mie, I'm sorry, thank you..." Fan Qingtian really didn't know how to thank Li Mie for turning the guilt and emotion in his heart into the simplest sentence.

The second after Fan Qingtian said this, Li Mie sealed Fan Qingtian's lips, his voice was soft and domineering, "Take back all these words, as long as you are there, you are my gift."

Having his lips sealed by Li Mie, Fan Qingtian regained his messy mood and responded heartily to Li Mie.

I don't know how long time passed before Li Mie let go of Fan Qingtian.

Holding Fan Qingtian in his arms, looking at Fan Qingtian's slightly swollen lips, Li Mie said with a deep smile, "Qing'er, don't worry about me. Although I am self-destructive, there are not many people in this world. Can kill me.

And my strength will recover soon, don't forget, I am the supreme god of death. "

Hearing Li Mie's words, Fan Qingtian had a reassuring smile on his face.

"You're really fine, don't lie to me." Leaning in Li Mie's arms, Fan Qingtian said with worry in his seemingly relaxed words.

"Then you should take a good look at me and see if I'm alright." He stretched out his hand to hold Fan Qingtian's cheek, making Fan Qingtian's eyes meet his own.

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