After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

A transparent liquid swayed in the exquisite small bottle.

The curved surface of the liquid reflects the clean eyebrows and eyes of the young god.

These eyes, which brought countless joys and joys to the world, reflected a wry smile on the man's face.

And that bitterness, with the trembling of the boy's pupils, was fleeting.

Po Zhehao put away his original gentle and forbearing expression, and returned to the indifference when they first met.

The momentary change made Song Qinqing, who was holding the Wangqing water, almost doubted herself——

He specially shook the potion in his hand again to make sure that the dose hadn't decreased.

This person really hasn't drank yet...

Why did he suddenly switch from the original attachment state to be so cold?

"Po Zhehao..."

"Did you come here specifically to give me this?"

"Ok!"

"Ah……"

Po Zhehao snorted, turned around and walked back to the sofa, and sat down.

Song Qinqing was treated coldly, and followed him like a wronged puppy, carefully looked at the other person's expression, and carefully asked:

"Po Zhehao, are you unhappy?"

The man crossed his long legs, leaned on his upper back, looked up at the innocent young god in front of him, and asked:

"You want me to be happy about it?"

"Of course! You can finally return to your original state, and you don't need to be forced to fall in love with me because of the divine arrow..."

"You can leave me as a matter of course?"

"what?"

"Did you already make this plan when you taught me how to seduce people?"

Song Qinqing didn't know how to answer for a while.

Since the binding of the divine arrow, the "widowed king" has never spoken to him in such an aggressive state.

Thinking that it might be the self-defense effect of the magic arrow, Song Qingqing quickly explained: "Your resistance now may also be due to the magic arrow! As long as you drink it, everything will be easy!"

Hearing this, Po Zhehao narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party, "You just want me to drink it?"

"Just drink it..."

"As long as you drink it, I won't be attracted to you anymore."

"Yes!"

"Am I the only one who regrets the disappearing heartbeat?"

These words made Song Qinqing's reddish eyes sway like a small pond where stones have fallen.

Why is this question so difficult to answer?

"Having been with me for so long, you haven't, even a little..." Seemingly stimulated by the predictable answer, Po Zhehao frowned uncomfortably, and asked, "Have you ever been moved?"

"Uh..." Why is it so difficult to answer this question?

Song Qinqing held the bottle with a blank expression and a tangled heart.

As a god, as a god who bid farewell to countless mortals, he should have given the answer frankly.

But those ambiguous touches and those helpless compromises in the past seemed to be somewhat special.

Song Qinqing suddenly became flustered.Before saying goodbye to any mortal, he had never had such a tangled moment.

Why did he hesitate like this when the object was changed to this man?

"Bring it."

A soft call from the man broke the silence.

Song Qinqing looked up and saw the other party raised his big hand, beckoning with his slender fingers, beckoning him to put something on it.

Obediently approaching, Song Qinqing handed over the water bottle.

After receiving the potion, there was almost no hesitation. The man lifted the cap of the bottle with his thumb, raised his head, poured the potion into his mouth, rolled it on his Adam's apple, and drank the water in one gulp.

After drinking the water, Po Zhehao casually threw the bottle back into Song Qinqing's arms.

Song Qinqing: "..."

Po Zhehao: "..."

Carefully looking at the other person's expression, Song Qinqing tried to check whether he had any uncomfortable reaction.

But Po Zhehao who drank the Wangqing Water seemed to drink a cup of cool water, without any emotional change.

Song Qinqing: "How do you feel?"

Po Zhehao: "As you said, I am not moved anymore."

"Is the effect so fast?"

"Isn't that exactly what you want?"

"Uh..." Po Zhehao turned his face away, not even looking at the young man.

But before that, the man's eyes had been fixed on the god, and he hadn't shifted for a moment.

As if an invisible red thread entangled between the two was cut by Song Qinqing himself, he watched the man's expression sink little by little, and the eyes that originally implied strong affection gradually became indifferent.

suddenly...

A little lost?

Song Qinqing covered her heart and frowned, a little puzzled.

He had never experienced such emotions before.

Suddenly, the man turned his eyes again and looked at the god with probing eyes.

It's like asking a stranger's standpoint for being here.

Song Qinqing groped her hands unnaturally, looking very cramped.

Yes, at this time he has lost his reason to stay in Po Zhehao's house.

He is not the god he invited with a wish, and there is no wish as a task to bind the relationship between the two.

He also lifted the effect of Cupid's arrow, and every move of the two in the future will no longer affect each other's emotions.

Song Qinqing suddenly realized that leaving this time might be the last time he and Po Zhehao met.

"It seems to me that I just caused you a little trouble..." Song Qinqing smiled awkwardly, and started to find something to say.

Po Zhehao didn't look at him, "Yes."

"Excuse me."

"It's not necessary. In a sense, you did fulfill my wish."

"Huh?" Song Qinqing's eyes lit up again, "Have I fulfilled your wish?"

"I think so."

"That!" Seeming to have found an excellent reason, Song Qinqing hurriedly asked like a child who invites a friend out, "Then I will take you to the temple and make a wish?"

"Uh..." Po Zhehao concentrated and frowned, as if hesitating for something.

"Ah, don't get me wrong, it's just a sense of ritual..." Seeing the other party's reaction, Song Qinqing said awkwardly, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to go."

"Uh……"

"Sure enough, you're just talking to coax me, right? In your heart, I still haven't fulfilled your wish..."

"Uh……"

"Thank you for being willing to trick me in the end..."

"Uh..." The young man's tone was a little aggrieved, and Zhehao opened his lips slightly.

The man seemed to want to say something, but felt that he shouldn't say it, so he swallowed it back.

Before waiting for more replies, Song Qinqing turned around and lowered her head, feeling a little frustrated.

About to walk to the door, he thought of something, turned around suddenly, and said happily: "I have disturbed you for so long before, I can't trouble you anymore! The room I lived in, I will clean it myself!"

"No!" Po Zhehao vetoed decisively this time.

Song Qinqing was taken aback, "I'll leave after packing up..."

"No need." Po Zhehao resolutely refused again.

The determination to suppress his voice gave Song Qinqing a feeling...

It was as if the man didn't want to look at him at all.

It was as if the man wanted him to leave the place immediately, out of sight.

In the end, before drinking the water of Wangqing, it was this person who was reluctant to part with it.

But after drinking it, the one who was reluctant to part with it became him instead.

In the end, Song Qinqing could only hold the corner of her mouth, seemingly relieved, and still maintained a vigorous voice, "This potion is really useful! Then, goodbye!"

Although, there is a high probability that we will never see each other again.

"Uh..." Po Zhehao didn't reply, but frowned.

Feeling that the boy is trying to be brave, this kind of feeling makes the man not very happy.

Song Qinqing dawdled to the door, and the moment her hand touched the doorknob, she remembered the question about the whistle again.

He should ask right now whether those three whistles were related to Po Zhehao.

In this way, he can confirm Po Zhehao's identity.

In this way, he can know the relationship between this person and the young master of the underworld.

But Song Qinqing pressed the doorknob with his hand, opened the door, and walked out.

He had one last chance to ask, but he didn't.

Because he suddenly found out...

He seemed afraid of getting an affirmative answer.

Song Qinqing thought to herself: I should have listened to my master and senior brother, and stayed away from this person from the beginning...

Otherwise, why would you be so sad when you parted?

……

"You are so fierce." He Chuan entered the guest bedroom, leaned against the door frame, and did not go in.

He just said that to the man sitting on the bed in the room.

Yi Heng sat on the head of the bed, resting his fingers on the top of his head, and the two nails on it flashed red.

The breath of the young gods living in this room disturbed his sanity and caused him great pain.

But he couldn't bear to leave, and became addicted because of it.

Hearing He Chuan's evaluation, Yi Heng raised his eyes wearily, and replied: "I'm acting so embarrassingly, and he never gets it right."

"Why didn't you get the hang of it?" He Chuan recalled what he heard just now, "Didn't he keep looking for something to say in the end? Didn't he want to stay with you for a while?"

Yi Heng looked at the other party suspiciously, "Since when did you become a lover?"

"It's not my love sage, Yi Heng." He Chuan said, "After you have been implanted in the brain and suppressed your lust, you will be even more dull than the "widowed king" that the group of love gods said. "

"Uh……"

"You are still judging your relationship by the ancient "love mode", and you don't realize that he has changed. "

"Uh..." Yi Heng recalled his past experiences and sighed, "I can't help it. After all, I have never been in love in my life. He is too."

"Then you have been rejected now, calm down? Can you be your young master of Taishan with peace of mind?"

"Hmph." Yi Heng smiled disdainfully.

"Still not giving up?" He Chuan was puzzled, "Didn't you drink all the Wangqing water?"

"The water is for the divine arrow." Yi Heng said, "The divine arrow has never been effective, so what effect does the water have?"

He Chuan nodded, "That's true. Ordinary people will lose love with one nail, but if you hit two, it will be useless. Let alone the water of forgetting love."

By the end of the conversation, the effect of the brain nail had almost slowed down, and Yi Heng was finally freed from the pain.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air. The windless vortex in the empty air opened a small warehouse out of thin air.

There are many things on the two shelves in the warehouse, but they are all of the same age.

The objects on the old shelves look quite old, like old things from 20 years ago.

Objects on another shelf looked new, as if they had just been put in there.

On the old shelf, there are neatly stored child-sized police uniforms, teenagers' shirts, coats, even cups, towels, shoes, hats...all things that may be used in daily life.

On the new shelf, there were stacks of white fox furs, broken furniture that had been restored by Song Qinqing, and pillows and sheets that Song Qinqing had slept on in this room.

The things on the new shelf are all related to Song Qinqing.

And the ones on the old shelf are all things that might have appeared in the era before Song Qinqing was born in the God Realm.

The styles of the two rows of shelves are not uniform, but the only similarities are the two little police-dolls:

The one on the old shelf was so worn out that its facial features were all gone, probably because it was rubbed repeatedly by the owner.

Although the doll is old, it is not dirty. Obviously, to the owner, it is a very pitiful existence.

The shape and workmanship of the one on the new shelf are almost exactly the same as the one 20 years ago.

It was a handicraft that Song Qinqing left for Po Zhehao as a companion before going to the underworld.

Yi Heng looked at these two extremely similar dolls with a time difference, and fell into a memory.

This memory did not make him happy, almost at the moment when his brain was about to glow red, he closed the warehouse and blocked his train of thought.

He Chuan was silent for a long time, but still couldn't help asking: "So reluctant, why didn't you go when he finally invited you to the temple to fulfill your vow?"

"I am the young master of the underworld, the god of death." Yi Heng said, "As a high-level god, the weight of my wish is too great, and the skyrocketing merit will betray my identity."

"It's actually to hide your identity? Many of your actions are implying your special relationship with him?"

"I'm conflicted too."

Yi Heng snorted, smiled and sighed, and finally said in a daze: "I seem to want him to remember me, but I'm afraid he will remember me."