After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

The roots of troubles? !

Song Qinqing grew up so old, it was the first time he heard someone call himself that.

Seeing Song Qinqing's blank face, Judge Bai opened his mouth wide, showing two rows of white teeth, and smiled even more wildly.

Then the child-like judge drove the "horse" to approach him, with a crazy expression on his face, as if he was addicted to something, sniffing his scent.

Judge Bai laughed and said, "I like torturing criminals the most. Do you know who is the strongest person I have ever tortured? I skinned and boned him, but he didn't say a word! Only when I mentioned that person... ...Only mentioning that guy! I like him so much...I like him so much! Hahaha! Fun! Fun!"

Song Qinqing couldn't help shivering when she heard the incoherent words of this "child".

He said he liked it, but the other party's expression was full of violence and greed.

"You're having a great time!" Judge Bai suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed at Song Qinqing's nose and said, "Does it mean that as long as you forget it, you don't have to feel guilty?"

what?

Listening to Judge Bai's words, Song Qinqing felt a chill run down her spine.

What did he forget?

In the 20 years since she was born, Song Qinqing's memories of every day are very clear, and there has never been a fault or dislocation...

Judge Bai, who met for the first time, why should he assume that he forgot?

"You fucking fart!" Just as Song Qinqing was in a daze, Ji Ge who was beside him roared and rushed forward.

Almost everyone didn't react, the tall and strong man was already wrestling with the judge who looked like a child.

The two did not confront each other with spells or spiritual power.

Ji Ge seemed to be fighting with his bare hands just to vent his anger.

But Judge Bai seemed to be enjoying the fight, laughing heartily and cheerfully, while deftly dodging and waiting for an opportunity to fight back.

Once he was hit, he would burst out into a sharper laugh, causing the audience to plug their ears.

It was also the first time that Qin Qing realized that Judge Bai's scariness was not only due to his duties...

The judge himself was frighteningly critical.

"Brother! Judge Bai! Stop beating!" Song Qinqing yelled.

But none of the two who were fighting fiercely heard his voice.

Simply snapping his fingers, Song Qinqing activated the divine bone on the back of his neck to summon the small barrier, trying to capture one of them and forcibly separate the battle.

however.

The silver light on the back of Song Qinqing's neck only flickered twice...

His line of sight was occupied by the bright light that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand to cover her eyes. In the next second, Song Qinqing felt that the soles of her feet were empty——

His body suddenly lost weight, and he suddenly fell!

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

And the falling distance was not long enough to make him conscious.

Song Qinqing could only be sure that her eyes suddenly lit up, then went dark for an instant, her body fell down, and then everything got out of control.

In just a blink of an eye, he landed on the ground and sat down on a soft and firm covering cushion.

Before she had time to see the details around her, Song Qinqing's body was first invaded by the extreme coldness spreading from the environment.

He subconsciously hid in a warm place, rubbed against the huge cushion, and curled up inside.

The huge cushion seemed to have a heating function, and the heat slowly returned to Song Qinqing's body.

Afterwards, the blurred vision gradually adapted to the dimmer light in front of her eyes, and Song Qinqing finally saw clearly...

I seem to have fallen into an empty hall.

The furnishings in the main hall are simple and extravagant, there are not many things, but the materials are very expensive.

A table, a chair, and a cabinet are all created by nature, exquisite and unique.

Song Qinqing hadn't had time to judge the purpose of this room, and suddenly heard the "big cushion" surrounding her, and she seemed to snort? !

Sensing the warm breath on his earlobe, Song Qinqing suddenly turned her head, only to realize...

Where is the "covered cushion" that I am sitting on?

This is clearly Yi Heng, the young master of the underworld!

At this time, the postures of the two were ambiguous.

Yi Heng seemed to have been prepared from the very beginning, with his arms just caught on the shoulders and knees of the falling man, as if he had aimed specifically and caught him firmly.

And Song Qinqing sat on this man's lap, unconsciously curled up close to his chest due to the cold, and with his shoulders surrounded by people, it looked like he was hugged by a princess.

Song Qinqing: "..."

Yi Heng: "Hmph."

The touch below the waist and buttocks was originally at a temperature close to that of my own body.

But Song Qinqing suddenly felt very hot, almost jumped up and jumped down!

After standing still, he realized that Yi Heng was sitting in the main seat in the palace...

In the end, he was suddenly hit by himself who fell from the sky.

Although in his own territory, this person still wears a mask.

However, even with a mask on, Song Qinqing could still see through his playful smile.

He blushed, pointed to the sky, and then to himself, and said in a panic, "Just now... senior brother... fought... fell..."

Song Qinqing couldn't make a sentence, and covered her face in shame and indignation.

Hearing that Yi Heng didn't seem to hold back, and snorted again, Song Qinqing poked her eyes out from between her fingers.

He saw Yi Heng turned sideways slightly, with his arms resting on the armrest, his slender and powerful fingers slightly bent, supporting his temples.

There was a red light flashing above the young master's head, and his expression was not pleasant at all.

But as soon as he closed his eyes to rest and opened his eyes to see him, the man's brows and eyes became gentle again.

Song Qinqing remembered that this was also someone who couldn't get close to him, so he carefully asked: "Young master, is it hurt by me?"

"Huh?" Hearing his question, Yi Heng seemed to find it interesting, so he asked, "Where do you mean?"

Song Qinqing was startled, and her face turned even redder.

He looked at the top of the young master's head, then at the young master's thighs, put his fingers together covering his face again, and lowered his head deeply.

"I'm sorry." Song Qinqing apologized with a trembling voice, "I don't know why it fell..."

"I don't think that's something you need to apologize for."

"I, how should I go back, the brothers are still fighting..."

"Are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Song Qinqing didn't know why the young master would say that, so he put his hand down tentatively.

At that time, Yi Heng seemed to have recovered, with a lazy expression on his face, looking at him impartially with downcast eyes.

Unexpectedly, Song Qinqing, who had no obligation to "get used to" this person, actually explained: "If you don't go back, you will be found out about my relationship with you."

Yi Heng became more interested, "What is our relationship?"

——"What is our relationship?"

Song Qinqing thought of the four meaningful words that Po Zhehao said after being bound by the divine arrow:

Relationship, relationship, special, special.

And what kind of relationship is special?

——"You said... the two of us are like this, don't we seem to be..."

It was as if the voice of the man who had done a lot of evil appeared in his ears.

Song Qinqing suddenly covered her ears, preventing herself from thinking about the remaining two words.

It's all the fault of Zhehao!

Blame that evil man!

Now his mind is impure!

They were all brought down by that person!

Maybe it was the reaction of Little Cupid who didn't know what to think, and was ashamed and ashamed, which pleased the young master of the underworld.

Yi Heng actually took the initiative to say: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll take you back."

"Thank you..." Song Qinqing's voice was like a mosquito.

Afterwards, feeling a gentle and invisible force supporting him from bottom to top, Song Qinqing slowly lifted into the air and left the hall.

In the hall, Yi Heng was the only one left rubbing the acupoints on the side of his forehead, resisting the faint pain.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.Yi Heng responded in a low voice, and the outsider opened the door and came in.

It's He Chuan, the black judge.

He Chuan looked around and looked at Yi Heng in surprise, "Stole it specially, took a look, and then returned it?"

Yi Heng knew what the other party meant, "Just a glance is enough."

"Is this also called "fair and bright"? "He Chuan doubted the meaning of the word.

"Then you don't know what I've been through during this time."

After all, some rough-ass cupid sees "children" more closely than a guard dog.

"Yi Heng, you are not pursuing more and more." He Chuan commented.

"The time is not yet ripe, rash actions will scare him." Yi Heng said calmly.

"You... think you're not scary enough now?" He Chuan asked back.

After being ridiculed one after another, Yi Heng finally raised his eyes and glanced at someone with a paralyzed face, frowned slightly, not showing off his anger.

"He Chuan." He gritted his molars and threatened, "If you didn't know that you have no EQ, you wouldn't want this mouth."