After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

When he first entered Po Zhehao's house, the first thing he saw was the cold design of the whole villa.

The decoration is based on the modern black, white and gray industrial style, and the furnishings are very modern and technological, simple but not simple.

This style seems to suit Qu Zhehao very well.

After all, the other party usually has an unsmiling temperament that seems to reject people thousands of miles away.

If not for the bad contact due to Cupid's arrow.

"Mr. Shen wants to live here temporarily?" Xiao He glanced at Po Zhehao, "Do you want to live in the master bedroom with you?"

Song Qinqing: "?"

Po Zhehao: "!"

Qin Qin felt a little awkward at the thought of living with this widowed king.

But on weekdays, he lives and sleeps with the task object, so he doesn't go into his awkward feelings.

Simply handing over the decision-making power to the other party, Song Qinqing turned to look at Po Zhehao's expression.

The other party seemed to be thinking about it seriously.

The effect of the previous magic arrow caused this person to become clingy, Song Qinqing thought that this person would just agree...

Unexpectedly, after deliberation, Po Zhehao actually said: "Let's clean up the second bedroom next door and give it to him."

"Okay." Xiao He nodded, turned around and went to follow orders.

The master bedroom is located on the second floor. After Po Zhehao sent Xiao He away, he brought Song Qinqing into his room.

Song Qinqing originally wanted to persuade people to rest early, after all, the nerves were hit by the divine arrow today, and the body of ordinary people may be worn out.

But Po Zhehao insisted on looking at him, seeing that he was at ease before falling asleep.

There was no way to avoid being "heartache warning" again. Song Qinqing could not leave, but could only coax this person to lie on the bed and sit by the bed to accompany him.

Concerned about Xiao He, Song Qinqing asked: "Is Xiao He your nanny? Is it not good to let him clean alone?"

"He is my hand..." Po Zhehao cleared his throat before continuing, "Assistant Xi."

"Is the assistant still in charge of personal care?"

"That's what his job is."

I don't know much about the internal division of labor in a rich mortal's house, and Song Qinqing didn't pay much attention to the title "hand... assistant assistant", so she raised her eyes and looked around in the spacious master bedroom...

Suddenly, I felt the skin on my face burn.

Song Qinqing looked towards the source of the enthusiasm, and happened to meet a pair of probing eyes.

It was Po Zhehao who was staring at him.

Song Qinqing was a little uncomfortable being stared at, but thinking that this was the first time seeing the face of a god after all, she couldn't help being curious.

He breathed a sigh of relief and let the other party stare.

"Your hair..." Po Zhehao didn't know how long he looked at it, then suddenly raised his eyes to glance at the snowy hair, and made a sound.

Song Qinqing rubbed her hair, "I was born with this color. Is it unusual for ordinary people?"

"It's beautiful." Po Zhehao said.

"Thank you." Song Qinqing pursed her lips and thanked obediently.

Po Zhehao's dark eyes immediately reflected the clear face of the young man who was slightly shy.

Seemingly bewildered, the man raised his hand and reached out to the boy...

But the moment he was about to touch it, he stopped.

Seeing the other person's face, Song Qinqing showed the painful expression she had seen countless times.

Po Zhehao persisted, gritted his teeth, and did not withdraw his hand...

Instead, he tried his best, trembling, and gently touched the boy's eyelids.

Song Qinqing did not escape.

Finally meeting Song Qinqing, Po Zhehao withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

The man's chest rose and fell violently with his breathing, as if he had just experienced a catastrophe.

After a long time, Po Zhehao forced himself to speak: "I didn't look carefully just now, and I realized...your eyes..."

"Oh." Song Qinqing understood what the other party was talking about, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and replied with a smile, "It's pupil tremor. I seem to have this problem since I was a child. It's only obvious when I'm tired, but it's not usually noticeable. "

Po Zhehao shook his head lightly, not knowing which part of the words he didn't agree with.

Sighing, Po Zhehao's tone was rarely softened by regret, "Will it affect you?"

Song Qinqing replied: "It's just that my eyesight is not very good, nothing else."

Po Zhehao looked at him.

The young god's eyes were full of affection, with natural red at the end of the eyes.

That red streak, like the grievance left by the boy who just cried, set off a pair of dark red eyes like silhouettes in the water, trembling in parallel.

It's confusing.

Heartbreaking.

Not knowing what to think of, Po Zhehao started to have a headache again.

Closing his eyes, Po Zhehao turned over and stopped looking at the boy beside the bed, "I'm a little sleepy. You're resting next door tonight, don't leave without authorization."

"Oh."

Seeing that Po Zhehao's expression was not comfortable, and his breathing was very short, probably because he was troubled by illness, Song Qinqing was a little worried.

But the other party said that he wanted to sleep, so he couldn't disturb him any more, so he had to leave the room.

Xiao He happened to be standing by the door, and when he saw him coming out, he nodded and said, "Your room is here. Follow me."

"Oh no need!" Song Qinqing hurriedly said, "while he is asleep, I will..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was an earth-shattering coughing sound from the master bedroom.

Xiao He looked at the guest silently: "..."

Song Qinqing smiled, "Go back to my room first."

Xiao He: "Please give me more advice."

Song Qinqing: "Take care of me."

……

After finally calling the guest back to the second bedroom, Xiao He took a chance and walked into the master bedroom.

At that time, when the man on the bed heard the movement, his brows and eyes lit up in anticipation when he sat up, but when he saw who was coming, they dimmed again.

"I'm sorry, I really disappointed you."

Xiao He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, his words seemed to be thorny, but because of his calm expression, the irony was reduced.

The man rubbed his eyes and leaned back to the head of the bed, but did not reply.

"There is really a way to find him?" Xiao He continued, "The young master really put a lot of thought into it."

The man was a little annoyed, "Those old men hid him deep enough."

"I thought you finally tricked him back and would agree to share a room with him."

Hearing Xiao He's words, the boy's innocent face seemed to be recalled in his mind, and the man's expression was grim again, looking very painful.

But without the young man by his side, he didn't have to forcefully conceal and restrain himself, and just let the pain invade his consciousness at will.

Seeing the impatient expression of the other party, Xiao He understood, "As soon as you are emotional, the brain nail will take effect. You know that approaching him will make your heart flutter, and the brain nail will disturb your peace. I really don't understand why someone insists on torture like this Own?"

The emotions that had been suppressed soared to the peak in Xiao He's straightforward analysis, and the two red lights on the top of the man's skull flickered violently.

The place where the nail was driven into the brain vibrated, as if the nail was colliding with the skull, making a high-frequency sound.

"The setting of this brain nail is like putting a good piece of meat in front of your vicious dog, but putting a bite stopper on your mouth." Xiao He couldn't help but say.

You can only look at it, but you can't eat it.

He wanted to give up, but was envious of the smell of meat.

"He Chuan." The man on the bed snorted softly in pain, then smiled wryly, "You probably don't understand what is meant by "sweet sweetness". "

Xiao He withdrew his gaze and said coldly: "Yi Heng, I really don't understand, and as a god of death, I don't need to understand either. I am alone to accompany you here, and there is only one task, to supervise your work and guide you to master the responsibilities of Hades. As for Besides, how you want to torture yourself has nothing to do with me."

It was a heartless remark, but in Yi Heng's ears, it was a different understanding.

Although the person in front of him is stern and selfless, he is actually under the iron rules and secretly left a door for him.

"Thank you." Yi Heng said.

"No need." Xiao He said, "You are the young master, the future Lord of Mount Tai. I just obey the king's orders."

……

The master bedroom is undercurrent here, and the second bedroom next door is not peaceful.

After sitting in the second bedroom for a while, Song Qinqing was still a little restless.

He still wanted to go back to the God Realm and discuss with his uncle how to remove the effect of the divine arrow.

And after leaving the God Realm for too long, if Master can't find him, he may find out that he secretly returned to the Human Realm...

That would be a big trouble.

In order to avoid leaving traces in the house, Song Qinqing was going to activate the hidden trace teleportation talisman in the air.

As soon as he opened the window, he felt a gust of cold wind rushing into the room!

The gust of wind blew up, making the paper and cloth strips wrapped in the room flutter.

Song Qinqing was blinded by the wind, and when he finally adjusted to the sudden low temperature and opened his eyes...

But I saw a person hanging in front of me!

The man was wearing a black robe, which was very similar to the one he had in his memory, except that the lines of the edges were slightly different.

The face hidden in the hood is still wearing a Kui pattern mask, and a pair of purple-red eyes are shining sharply due to the reflection of the room lights.

"Young Master..." Song Qinqing was stunned, "Young Master?"

The god of death twitched the corners of his mouth, put his hands on the edge of the bed, leaned towards him, and asked in a low voice: "I taught you, what should I call me?"

Song Qinqing pursed her lips, and replied in a weak voice: "Yi, Yi Heng."

Seeing this young master, Song Qinqing was inevitably a little nervous.

Especially when the other party leaned over, the already oppressive tall figure would block the light that fell on Song Qinqing's face.

Song Qinqing, who was caught in the dark, looked even more dazed and innocent.

And such an expression seemed to please the death god in front of him.

Yi Heng tilted his head slightly as if admiring, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You... why are you here?" Song Qinqing asked in a low voice.

"I'm here to find you." Yi Heng replied.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Let me tell you, the prison escaped ghost who made you mess up last time..." Yi Heng said in a low voice, "It will be punished unyielding, and it will enter Abi."

Prison escape?

Song Qinqing recalled the ghost who haunted Zheng Shiyin in the last mission.

Avi is said to be the deepest and most bitter place in hell.

Song Qinqing thought, this kind of punishment sounds like it might be severe enough in the underworld.

"Okay..." Song Qinqing didn't understand the work system of the underworld, so she didn't know what to reply, so she just responded.

"What?" Yi Heng kept staring at his face, "Not satisfied?"

Song Qinqing was already confused, but when this person asked him, he became even more confused, "What should I be satisfied with?"

"Uh..." Yi Heng didn't answer.

What's the matter with this young master?

Song Qinqing was troubled in her heart.

You can solve the affairs of the underworld by yourself, why do you come to ask me the opinion of the god of love?

But when he thought of this, a detail suddenly flashed in his mind.

Song Qinqing raised her head again, "How do you know I'm here?"

Yi Heng didn't answer directly, his gaze leisurely shifted from his face to the pendant hanging around his neck.

But Song Qinqing immediately raised her hand and pinched her own Linglongdou, affirming: "The mark you left has been wiped off by Master! So how did you find me?"

"Sure enough, your master wiped it." Yi Heng raised his eyebrows.

"You answer my question first!"

"Uh..." Realizing that she had raised her voice a bit, Song Qinqing hurriedly restrained herself.

Faced with the rudeness of the little Eros, Yi Heng didn't care about it.

The man just asked back: "My status in the underworld is not bad, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone, right?"

"No..." Song Qinqing was sure that this person had nothing to do with him, and there was no need to find him. He quickly had a guess in his mind, and asked, "Are you here to carry out a mission?"

"What?" Yi Heng was taken aback.

"You don't actually know I'm here? You came to carry out a mission, and you happened to meet me?" Song Qinqing continued to analyze, "There is only one mission for Wuchang to come to the human world... Are you going to take away the people in this room? "

Yi Heng: "..."

Because of wearing a mask, most of the facial features are hidden, so the change of Yi Heng's eyelids raised slightly in surprise is clearer in Song Qinqing's eyes.

Song Qinqing interpreted the surprise of the other party as the surprise of being guessed by herself, "Who is your target? Xiao He? Or Po Zhehao?"

The author says:

Yi Heng: He is worried about Zhehao.He has me in his heart.