After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Because this incident happened to an ordinary old man, Song Qinqing was even more moved.

He thought to himself, no matter what, we must let this pair of old people who have stayed together across the world meet each other before they die!

"Grandma..." Thinking about it, Song Qinqing was about to wake up the old lady after she had finished her rest, and then tried her best to get closer to grandpa...

As a result, when he turned his head, the old woman who had been sleeping on the pier disappeared!

Song Qinqing jumped up in fright, but fortunately the enchantment was still attached to the old lady, he only needed to sense it to find her location.

After confirming the location, he teleported there, and he found that grandma probably wandered to the side of the street, stopping with a smile, as if she was looking at someone across the street.

Following her gaze, Song Qinqing saw Grandpa standing across the street, looking at her.

Song Qinqing didn't do anything, but time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Grandma didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't know if she recognized the person across the street.

She just kept her usual peaceful smile, frowned, and looked at Grandpa across the street.

And the grandfather on the other side of the street, no longer exhausted, stopped here and looked deeply at the old woman on the other side of the street.

The eyebrows and eyes are similar to those in memory, but upon closer inspection they are totally unfamiliar.Even so, he could recognize her at a glance even after a long time and a long distance.

When the goose-yellow petals on the branches of the street view tree fell down and landed on her temples...

It seems that time has gone back to that time, when they were still young boys and girls.

Suddenly, grandma's body trembled violently.

Song Qinqing lowered her head and found that not only her, but also the ground under her feet was shaking slightly!

Looking around, he quickly found the source of the vibration—

It's a dangerous building waiting to be demolished next to where Grandpa is!

The building was almost empty, all the walls had been dismantled, leaving only the gray frame surrounded by green nets.

On the deserted side of the street, it was already crumbling, almost a gust of wind could knock it down.

This already dangerous building is covered by a layer of black spiritual power invisible to ordinary people...

Song Qinqing raised her head, and she saw a black shadow hanging on the roof of the building.

It's Yi Heng.

The Grim Reaper is trying to kill the old man with the collapsed building here!

Song Qinqing turned her head abruptly, and saw that although grandma was unsteady on her feet, her eyes were still fixed on grandpa across the street...

She looked dazed, as if she didn't know why she did this, but her subconscious instinct made her unable to move her eyes away.

No!

Can't let grandpa die in front of her!

Song Qinqing quickly took back the enchantment on grandma's body, and then Yufeng rushed directly to the roof.

Like a bullet, he crashed straight into the arms of the floating god of death.

Because it was flying very fast, at that moment, Song Qinqing felt the wind blowing his side face.

It wasn't until he threw himself into the man's robe wrapped in the wind, and a familiar scent of rosin entered his breath, that the wind stopped.

He wrapped his arms around the tall man, trying to imprison the other's hand, preventing him from destroying the building with his spiritual power.

He hid in the man's chest, not daring to open his eyes or think about it.

"Do you know what you are doing?" The voice above the head was faintly surprised, "Unlike before, you are officially intervening in Death's law enforcement."

"I..." Song Qinqing knew this, but still did it, he didn't dare to look up, "I can't let grandma see him die in front of her..."

"Let go." The other party ordered coldly.

"At least, let me transfer grandma away..." Song Qinqing implored without knowing it.

"Uh..." There was a slight sound from Death God's throat, as if choked up for a moment due to hesitation.

But the two who were close to each other heard the sound of flying balls hanging in the air and flapping their wings in the brief silence at the moment.

The moment she heard the voice clearly, Song Qinqing knew that something was wrong.

This voice can only remind Yi Heng to be more violent!

Sure enough, although his arms were bound by the god of love, Yi Heng's fingers were still flexible.

A high-level god of death only needs to move his fingers slightly...

The dangerous building under its feet groaned like a dying man!

With a loud bang, the profound spiritual power overwhelmed the stubborn resistance of this building!

The frame completely collapsed, and huge pieces of cement smashed towards the old man at the bottom of the building!

And the old man downstairs can clearly dodge...

But because of the staring at her across the street, his body froze in place, without any intention of moving at all!

"do not want!"

Song Qinqing blurted out, almost without thinking, let go of Yi Heng, and chased in the direction of the old man!

"Ms. Song!"

It was the first time for Little Eros to hear a man call her full name.

He felt a hand stretch out hastily, hooking his fingers in a panic.

But his body fell faster than the building body.

The hand failed to keep him.

It was as if he had left out from that hand.

"So, you know my name?"

Little Cupid's words were like a sigh, which was then drowned out by the loud noise of landslides and ground cracks.

Together with his slender body, the tall building opened its huge mouth and swallowed it silently.

Yi Heng's fingers scratched the air.

Seeing that pure white figure, engulfed by the huge gray waves, disappeared in front of him in an instant.

Turning his gaze to his unconsciously trembling fingertips, Yi Heng forgot to breathe or blink for a moment.

For a moment, Yi Heng had an illusion:

It was he who failed to save the boy.

Or, he killed the boy with his own hands.

"Song—pro—Qing—"

Yi Heng yelled that name almost out of control.

Shout out the name that both the gods and the underworld forbid him to touch;

Because of the rage of the gods, black clouds instantly overwhelmed the city.

The fragments of the collapsed building were lifted up by countless cutting spiritual power, as if being caught by a huge hand, hanging out of thin air, and stopped falling.

The boulder closest to the ground happened to be floating on the edge of the feather-colored enchantment...

Hanging above the head of a thin young man protecting the old man below him.

……

Song Qinqing knew that her control over the divine bones had not yet reached the level of perfection.

Although the divine bone is where his spiritual root is, it has been with him for 20 years since he came into the world.

But because the profession is the god of love, Song Qinqing has no need to fully refine the god bone.

Because of this, the moment he protected the old man, he knew that the formation of the enchantment would protect them...

He is more aware that with the current energy of the small enchantment, it is difficult to withstand the short-term, high-speed huge impact from the outside world.

The moment Song Qinqing fell, she was prepared for possible injury.

But he chose to do it anyway.

Injuries are expected and shocks are essential.

But surprisingly, neither of the above two feelings happened.

Song Qinqing raised her head tentatively, and narrowed her closed eyes...

He saw the shocking picture of Shilin hanging above his head.

thump.

A black shadow landed on the ground swiftly, without hesitating for a second at the oppressive stone top, it went straight in.

Before Song Qinqing had time to see clearly, the man rushed over and grabbed his arm, trying to drag him out of the building.

"Wait!" Song Qinqing struggled to turn her head, just grabbing the old man's arm...

The two of them were directly pulled out by that man's brute force!

Leaving from the gloomy stone roof and entering the sunlight, Song Qinqing's eyes felt the stimulation.

As soon as he closed his eyes to adjust to the light, he felt the person in front of him lift up the black robe and pull him inside.

The person who rescued him was Yi Heng.

It's not surprising, and it's not surprising.

Song Qinqing seems to be used to Yi Heng's ability to save herself.

The old man next to him had just left the bottom of the building, and before he had time to stand still, he struggled to escape from the scene.

Seeing grandpa like this, Song Qinqing hurried to see grandma across the street...

But found that across the street, where is the shadow of the old woman? !

Grandma is lost again!

Song Qinqing was startled, and instinctively wanted to get out from under the black robe to find the task object.

As a result, he just took a step away from the robe when he felt a severe pain in his arms as if they were imprisoned by eagle claws.

Then, he was suddenly pulled into an embrace.

It was Yi Heng who hugged him tightly with all his strength.

Song Qinqing froze.

He could feel that the man in front of him, no matter whether he was the young master of the underworld or the king of the human world, was calm and silent, even with a sense of indifference and alienation...

When holding him, the limbs trembled uncontrollably.

It's as if a person falling off a cliff grabs a vine for survival.

Even if the vine was covered with thorns, pricking a person's body with blood, he still couldn't let go.

Song Qinqing's face was buried on the side of the man's neck, facing the depth of the hood.

The flashing red light above the man's head almost hurt Song Qinqing's eyes.

Song Qinqing knew that the brighter the red light, the more painful this person would be.

But even though the pain was so painful that he could barely breathe, the man didn't let him go.

It seems that compared to the pain that stirs the brain...

It would be more deadly to let him go.

Can't help but raise her hand, Song Qinqing climbed the man's shoulder from the back, and patted the man with his palms to comfort him.

"Pozhe..." Facing this face, he always called out the name in a daze.

But knowing that this name is fake, the corresponding one should be the same fake "Shen Luanhao"...

Song Qinqing knew who he was at this time and who the person hugging was, so he changed his words and called, "Yi Heng."

"Song Qinqing." Yi Heng almost squeezed these words out of his teeth, "You don't want to die, do you?"

"I'm ok……"

Hearing this understatement, Yi Heng didn't relax, but became even angrier.

Released Song Qinqing, the man stared at him, his brows were full of unconcealable annoyance, "You..."

Hey.

The little flying ball followed closely, fluttering its wings and hanging by Yi Heng's ear.

But Yi Heng was very violent at this time, he raised his hand to activate the spirit fire without hesitation, and directly burned the flying ball!

"Yi Heng!" Song Qinqing was startled, but before he could stop it, the flying ball was blackened and fell to the ground, "Aren't you going to be blamed by Pluto?"

"Is this the thing to worry about now?"

"Uh..." Song Qinqing didn't dare to look directly at Yi Heng's angry eyes, and evaded, "Then I'll go to grandma first. She must be lost..."

"Ms. Song!"

"Uh..." The roar made Song Qinqing realize that Yi Heng would not let him go for a while.

So he didn't evade any more, he simply looked back, and was going to have a good explanation with Yi Heng on the spot.