After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

At the entrance of the alley, there were two teams of impermanence lined up, and they all nodded obediently.

The black robes of Wuchang are uniform, but the texture and weight are much inferior to the naked eye compared to the leader.

The one in the lead was tall and tall, almost two meters tall.

The wide hood stood upright, covering the man's entire face.

The shadow cast by the brim of the hat perfectly covers the skin of the neck and shoulders, so that no human features can be seen.

At first glance, Song Qinqing couldn't tell whether this person was a god or a ghost.

His eyes were stained with ink, and this person seemed to melt into this boundless darkness.

For a moment, Song Qinqing almost forgot to breathe when he was taken by this overwhelming threatening aura.

The only thing he can feel at the moment is the irresistible coercion——

The opponent is a higher-level god than himself.

This rich aura made him instinctively awed.

Who is the leader?

Could it be that in the legend, one of the three judges under the Taishan Mansion and above the impermanence, the black judge?

Song Qinqing speculated in his heart.

The three judges of the underworld, black, white, and gray.

Responsible for arrest, punishment and trial respectively.

Those who will be active in the human world can only be black judges at most.

The places where the white and gray judges work are in the underworld.

But in the next second, what Song Qinqing saw overturned his conjecture.

He saw another man in black robe suddenly rushing in from the alley.

Because the man in black was running at such a high speed, his hood was blown off by the wind, revealing his long ponytail.

The long-haired man led three or two gods of death, leaped over the woman and Song Qinqing on the ground, and went straight to the wall at the end of the alley. Following a certain aura, he climbed over the wall and disappeared quickly.

When passing by her head, Song Qinqing happened to look up and saw the token hanging on the waist of the long-haired man, with the word "black" written on it.

Song Qinqing remembered what Master taught, only the three major judges have tokens.

So the long-haired man passing over his head is the black judge.

In the underworld, the only one who can order the black judge is the Lord Taishan.

However, the prince of Taishan Mansion is the king of the underworld, so it is absolutely impossible for him to come to the human world to catch little ghosts in person.

Then, the leader who is stronger than the black judge...

Who is it?

Song Qinqing didn't know.

At this moment, the mysterious person raised his arm, his slender fingers glowed with a dark blue luster, and pointed at Song Qinqing in front of him.

The man's voice was low, like the voice of an ancient tomb, full of coercion: "Take off the mask."

Take off...the mask?

Want to see my face?

Song Qinqing was surprised.

Why do people keep looking at my face recently?

The widow wants to see, so does this mysterious god?

Before he could react, an impermanence next to the man came forward, and said coldly to Qin Qinqing: "A mere love god, how dare you be rude when you see the young master of the underworld? Quickly show up!"

Underworld... young master?

Song Qinqing was confused for a moment.

The big guy who just got out of prison mentioned by Mr. White Duck?

The source of the unrest in the Three Realms that the senior brother specifically told him to avoid?

There is no extra time to shock Qin Qing——

The master is the true king of the gods, and the judge is the same god.

The young master in front of him has a higher status than the judge.

If he is negligent, if the other party is narrow-minded and blames the master, it is likely to bring trouble to the master.

Song Qinqing immediately lost the mask.

Showing her true face, Song Qinqing just raised her eyes, ready to say hello to that young master...

But seeing the outline of the man's body hidden in the darkness, trembling violently!

Song Qinqing was dumbfounded.

It seems... The other party didn't seem to expect him to look like this?

He is definitely not ugly, how could the other party be so shocked?

Yes.

Shock.

Even if the other party is wearing a thick and secret robe, no matter how poor his eyesight is...

Song Qinqing could also feel the other party's shock.

a time.

The air pressure in the world dropped sharply!

All the gods of death behind the young master knelt down on the ground one after another, with pained expressions on their faces, daring not to make a sound.

The wailing of ghosts crying at night came from all directions in the city.

It was as if the gods were furious and sent divine punishment on this world.

Song Qinqing's spine was almost broken because of this sudden coercion.

Fortunately, when danger came, his body spontaneously activated the protection mechanism.

A section of divine bone at the top of the back glowed with silver light, instantly covering Song Qinqing's whole body and protecting him.

The god of death lying on the ground was not as lucky as him.

Song Qinqing even heard one or two young gods of death who couldn't bear the coercion let out the slightest sigh.

"Young master...you..."

Song Qinqing didn't know why the other party lost his temper suddenly, or in other words, suddenly lost control of his emotions.

But seeing that the gods couldn't take it anymore, he was a little uneasy, so he wanted to negotiate with the young master.

Hearing his voice, the young master himself didn't seem to "disappear"...

Instead, it got even more out of control!

This man's body is forbearing and restrained.

The man did not do anything excessive to those in front of him or around him.

But the low pressure in this era of cold icebergs full of cities and alleys reveals everything quietly.

This man is full of enthusiasm...

Let the heavens and the earth be excited!

The man took a step towards Song Qinqing.

Song Qinqing was instinctively afraid, but he controlled his body and did not retreat.

Is this young master really narrow-minded?

Are you really angry at yourself for neglecting?

If this guy is really mad at himself for showing his face too late...

Then stand up and beat him up, the young master will be able to let go of these gods of death and let go of the mortals in this city, right?

Song Qinqing thought so.

But the man only took one step towards him.

Inside the black hood, close to the top of his head, two dazzling red lights flashed.

Like a wild beast that was suddenly imprisoned.

The man suddenly covered his face and groaned, curled up and staggered back, excruciating pain.

It seemed that those two red lights were suppressing this man.

Because of the flashing red light, the man withdrew for a while, and his coercion dropped sharply.

All the gods of death gasped, as if the boulder that was pressing on their chests was removed.

"Yi Heng?"

Song Qinqing heard a suspicious call from behind.

Looking back, Song Qinqing saw that the black judge who flew past just now was standing on the wall at the end of the alley.

It seems that just after returning, they discovered that the situation was abnormal.

Judge Hei swiftly flashed back to the man and supported him.

Glancing towards Qin Qing, Judge Hei asked a god of death coldly, "What's going on?"

"Go back to the judge." The god of death pointed to Song Qinqing and replied, "this god of love...he, he..."

Song Qinqing understood: this god of death doesn't know how to answer.

Because apart from the young master himself, no one knew what happened.

To say that his mere Cupid made a move?

He did not.

To say that he didn't do anything?

The young master looked in pain.

Judge Hei looked at Song Qinqing again, looking up and down.

Although the wooden face has not changed, Song Qinqing can see the strangeness and doubts in the other party's eyes.

Song Qinqing returned an embarrassed smile.

He himself was unfamiliar and puzzled by the few people in front of him.

Listen to Judge Hei's address to the leader...

The young master's name seems to be Yi Heng?

Song Qinqing can be sure that he has never met this so-called "young master of the underworld".

But he could vaguely detect a sense of familiarity from Yi Heng.

Perhaps it was the overbearing and unreasonable "dominant aura" of the other party that impressed him deeply?

After all, the last one who impressed him so deeply was the widowed king.

After inexplicably associating with that mysterious mortal here, Song Qinqing quickly regained her senses.

Just at this time, Judge Hei also looked away, waved his hand, and ordered, "Take him back."

Song Qinqing was startled.

catch me?

The subordinate Reaper got the order and approached immediately.

Seeing Judge Hei couldn't help but say that he was going to arrest the little love god first, Song Qinqing didn't even have time to react.

It was the man who raised his hand first and pressed Judge Hei's arm.

The man's other hand was still in the hood, as if the pain hadn't dissipated, and his voice trembled unreasonably.

But he still insisted on asking: "He Chuan, did you catch the one who caused the disaster?"

He Chuan, the black judge, bowed his head, and replied respectfully: "I'm sorry. I chased you halfway, and I felt something strange here, so I let him run away."

"Forget it." The man waved his hands, as if he had just recovered from the pain, he slowly straightened up.

The opening of the hood was deflected towards Song Qinqing, and the man seemed to glance this way.

But the other party's expression was too concealed, and Song Qinqing's judgment was not true.

The man just sighed: "Retreat first."

Seeing that these gods of death wanted to leave, Song Qinqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was just about to bend down to check the situation of the woman on the ground, when he heard the man's hoarse voice next to his ear, "Wait a minute."

Song Qinqing immediately stood at attention.

The man took another step towards him.

His extremely oppressive height instantly cast a shadow over Song Qinqing's head.

The two are very close.

The hood was so deep that it covered most of the man's face.

Even at such a close distance, Song Qinqing could only see his tight lip line and purple lip color.

Today, Song Qinqing was a little tired running on both sides of the human and god realms.

His already unstable eyesight was even worse at this time.

Feeling that her eyes were dry by the cold wind, Song Qinqing blinked unconsciously.

He quietly shifted his gaze from the young master in front of him to the ground, wanting to relieve his fatigue for a while...

But he saw this man suddenly raised his hand and stretched it towards Song Qinqing's face!

This is to...

Touch your face? !

Song Qinqing was dumbfounded and held her breath.

Even the gods of death around were momentarily shocked by the young master's actions, and all showed surprised expressions.

The red light in the hood flickered again.

The man froze.

Turning the direction of the hand, the man just turned to stretch out the Linglong Bean on Song Qinqing's neck.

The blue-glowing fingers ran over the rosy beans, as if something was left behind, but nothing happened.

Song Qinqing followed the trend and lowered her head, seeing Linglong Dou flickering slightly against the moonlight.

The man stepped back, keeping distance from him.

He bent down and picked up the ancient fox fur worn by the woman.

A set of actions that flow smoothly.

Catch everyone off guard.

When Song Qinqing came to her senses...

This team of impermanence came suddenly with cold air, and then disappeared suddenly wrapped in cold air.

The city has returned to normal winter temperatures.

Wait a moment……

Song Qinqing's brain gradually became active as the temperature rose——

This young master, just now...

Robbed me? !

The author says:

Hello everyone, let me introduce you.

Yi Heng is the main body of Gong.

Shhh, let's not let Qin Qin know about this!