After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

That's Judge Bai!The famous Judge Bai!

It is rumored that he can stop children from crying at night, and the famous judge Bai can make the gods frightened!

Kong has a childish face, every frown, every move is like a mad dog's judge Bai!

Now in Zhuang Yan's arms, Judge Bai made the onlookers unable to use one word to describe it:

Obedient.

Song Qinqing looked at what happened in front of her eyes and felt incredible.

Seeing Yi Heng next to him in a blink of an eye, he found that this young master of the underworld seemed to be confused by the current scene, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Xiu Guo!" He Chuan sat up holding his wound, and said angrily to Judge Bai, "Did you come to the human world specially to hinder me from doing business?"

"Narcissistic! Narcissistic! Hahaha!"

Xiu Guo laughed wildly at first and pointed at He Chuan, feeling that the person hugging him trembled uncomfortably, looked up and found that Zhuang Yan's face was unwell, and realized that his voice had disturbed the other party, and then whispered:

"The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind! You follow Yi Heng, and I will follow you! I knew that I could find the teacher by following a heartless person like you! I came for the teacher, who wants to hinder you? I want to ask what you are here for? To kill a teacher?"

Kill the teacher.

These two words seemed to hit He Chuan's pain point.

Judge Hei frowned, and held his breath for a long time before he recovered his breathing frequency, "Stop talking nonsense! Hand me over, and I can spare you!"

Hearing Judge Hei's threat, Xiu Guo had no choice but to pull away from Zhuang Yan's embrace no matter how much he fell in love. He raised his soul-breaking ax and went straight to kill him, "I want to see if I die first or you are killed by me first." Cut off the head!"

"Xiu...cough!" Zhuang Yan wanted to stop him, but his body was too weak, and the simple movement of raising his hand seemed to be able to tear this broken body apart.

Unable to stop Judge Bai, Zhuang Yan watched as the black and white duo started to fight again, their moves were vicious, every strike seemed to take each other's life.

This is the best opportunity to evacuate, Song Qinqing didn't dare to delay any longer, reached out to support Zhuang Yan, and reminded: "Sir, Judge Bai is buying us time, we have to go!"

"Uh..." Although she was worried, Zhuang Yan also knew that there was no delay, so she only took a deep look at the black and white shadows, and nodded in agreement.

A gust of wind blew past, and without waiting for Song Qinqing to act first, Yi Heng used his spiritual power first, and took the three of them away from the scene together.

……

The place to stay is in a single-family rural style cottage.

This is the coordinate chosen by Yi Heng. Different from the big villa where he lived when he pretended to be a mortal, the style of this cottage is much fresher and warmer, with a more lifelike atmosphere.

It is not as cold as the villa in black, white and gray tones.

After Zhuang Yan arrived at the house, she became unconscious.

Maybe it was because the transmission process consumed too much of his body, the man who wasn't considered healthy was even weaker, and just as Song Qinqing dragged him into a room, his legs and feet gave way and he fell to the ground.

Song Qinqing took a lot of effort to put him on the bed.

This day's toss made Zhuang Yan, who was already in a bad complexion, look even weaker, her skin was almost transparent, like a bubble that would disappear when touched.

Zhuang Yan's identity is by no means simple.

Song Qinqing looked at the man who was not sleeping soundly on the bed, and sighed deeply.

What he saw today subverted many of his inherent impressions——

He Chuan, a black judge who thought he could be trusted, stood on the opposite side of himself and became a difficult enemy.

Judge Bai Xiuguo, who thought it was troublesome, unexpectedly became his teammate and instead gave him support.

Although the black and white judges work together, their relationship is visibly bad.

However, the two hostile people only have obvious or implicit respect for Zhuang Yan.

Song Qinqing couldn't figure out the reason for these things just by thinking about them.

All he can do now is to help Zhuang Yan tuck up the quilt carefully, and quietly exit the room.

Outside the room, Song Qinqing was not surprised to see Yi Heng.

At that time, Yi Heng was standing in the middle of the living room, looking at a graffiti painting on the wall, as if lost in thought.

Since the great god of death dropped his mask in front of Song Qinqing, he never put on a new one.

It was as if the mask was just to guard against Qin Qing.

Song Qinqing walked to Yi Heng's side, and wanted to say something, but was preempted by the other party.

Yi Heng took the initiative to ask: "Do you have any impression of everything in this room?"

Hearing this, Song Qinqing looked around and felt that everything was unfamiliar.

After carefully observing the painting that Yi Heng was staring at, it was just some mottled color blocks, quite abstract, and there were no clues.

But Yi Heng would ask him, so there must be a special purpose.

From Yi Heng's point of view, Song Qinqing has a lot to do with him.

Thinking of this, Song Qinqing couldn't help but think of the accompanying warehouse that Hei Judge forced Yi Heng to open when he searched for the broken pages.

Among the two shelves inside, there are some small items on the old shelf, and it seems that replicas can be glimpsed in this room:

Like the boyish shirts on the coat rack.

For example, the hand-made sunny dolls with immature brushwork on the window.

and many more.

Perhaps because he didn't get an answer, Yi Heng had an answer in his heart, and added: "It's normal to have no impression."

"Is it related to that old shelf?" Song Qinqing hurriedly asked.

Yi Heng paused, "Did you see it?"

"of course."

The topic has developed to this point, in fact, we can take the opportunity to confess to each other.

Perhaps it was a subtle feeling of being close to home and feeling timid. The two looked at each other at this moment, but neither of them took the initiative to raise those doubts.

"You..." It was Yi Heng who took the initiative to speak again, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Have."

What do you want to ask?

That's too much.

Although she hasn't got a clear answer yet, Song Qinqing can already think of the possible relationship between herself and Yi Heng.

Previously, the person Yi Heng was looking for was inextricably linked with Song Qinqing.But because he is a god, Song Qinqing still can't believe it.

Nowadays, even the restriction of the identity of a god no longer exists...

The person Yi Heng is looking for, the person who would rather pretend to be a mortal and go through all kinds of troubles in order to get close to him, is probably Song Qinqing himself.

Song Qinqing wanted to ask:

What is my relationship with you?

Did the marriage you were looking for happen in the past that I don't know about?

You are so persistent, what exactly do you want?

Do you want to get back the past that was completely unfamiliar to me and that was concealed as a secret?

Or for the current one, who doesn't know anything and doesn't seem to have much charm?

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that these questions made no sense.

After thinking about it, Song Qinqing just evaded the seriousness and asked lightly: "Did the owner of the old thing live in this house?"

"Uh..." Maybe Qin Qing would use "the owner of the old thing" to distinguish "that experience", Yi Heng choked, but he still accepted it and nodded, "Yes. This is the restoration scene, which I hid , no one will find it here."

"I participated in the God Realm Conference before, and the emperor used spiritual power to build an entire virtual continent. Does this room have the same principle?"

"Ah."

"It took so much effort... Is it to collect the memories with him?"

"Yes."

Song Qinqing suddenly stopped asking questions.

But he stopped asking, and Yi Heng looked a little uneasy, as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand, and he was about to explain something.

"He's what you're looking for, the so-called Bai Yueguang, right?" Song Qinqing asked again.

Seeing Song Qinqing's eyes dodging, Yi Heng didn't know what stage the other party had understood, and was about to break it, but the brain pin on the top of his skull felt a dull pain.

Restricted by the pain, Yi Heng had no choice but to give up, and replied following the question: "You can say that."

"He..." was a word with a long ending.

Song Qinqing pondered for a long time before finally asking, "What kind of person is he?"

"He's just like you, very kind." I don't know if it was for emphasis, but Yi Heng deliberately emphasized the words "like you", "Same as you, very cute. Same as you... no, only this should be Say, same as me. Age, same age as me."

age.

Song Qinqing looked only 17 or 8 years old, like an uncivilized boy.

And Yi Heng looks like he is already 27 or 8 years old, and he is a mature man with masculine charm.

"Got it!" Hearing this, Song Qinqing suddenly smiled and said, "Go to rest early!"

"Wait, dear..." Yi Heng wanted to say something, but Song Qinqing slipped away.

Perhaps sensing his intentional avoidance, Yi Heng didn't catch up again.

When Song Qinqing fled to the bathroom, she only heard that person humming faintly behind her back, as if helpless and pity.

Facing the mirror and looking at herself in the mirror with slightly trembling eyes, Song Qinqing suddenly felt strange.

The face in front of me has been with me for 20 years, but there is a secret that I don't know about behind it.

He didn't know this secret himself, but the man outside the door seemed to know it very well.

He could ask, he could speak; but one dared not ask carefully, and the other dared not take the initiative to speak.

When doing tasks in the past, Song Qinqing's most troublesome task object was the "Riddler".

Obviously such a simple misunderstanding can be explained clearly in a few words, but the parties involved just hold back.

As a bystander, Song Qinqing could only look anxiously.At that time, he didn't seem to be enlightened, and he didn't understand why the task target was unwilling to speak.

But now that he has become the person involved and has vaguely opened up, he finally understands what it's like.

The several conversations with Yi Heng just now were like a tug of war.

Use words as a rope to pull each other, you advance and I retreat, worrying about gains and losses.

Song Qinqing was afraid of asking too many questions, and the information would be too huge for him to handle.

He wanted to know, but when he was so close to the truth, he was afraid of knowing.

He guessed what Yi Heng wanted to say, but he was afraid that what he said would be misinterpreted by him.

After all, the story behind it was far more complicated than what he had learned so far. Yi Heng wanted to say it, but was afraid to say it.

So, the two people who usually annoy Riddler the most...

In this relationship, inexplicably became a riddle.

"Did he think that I didn't guess that the person with whom he had a past could be me?" Song Qinqing stretched out his hand to himself in the mirror and touched the mirror surface, "I'm afraid I think Bai Yueguang has someone else, and I'm afraid Are you so nervous because you are jealous?"

Talking to himself, Song Qinqing chuckled.

The boy in the mirror also laughed at the same time, his face was like a tender peach blossom in early spring.

immature.

Too immature.

Song Qinqing looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly felt disgusted.

——"Aged, as old as me."

He thought of Yi Heng's description, and although he doubted that the other party was talking about him, he still didn't know how the current age difference was formed.

These words made Song Qinqing draw a picture in front of his eyes——

A tall, mature, handsome young man with broad shoulders and narrow waist stood beside a thin and frail young man.

The young man and the young man looked at each other, it looked like an older brother looking at an ignorant younger brother.

Not good looking.

Song Qinqing shook her head at the young man and commented recklessly:

Not good looking!

Immediately, the mature young man was replaced by another person, a tall, long-legged, strong and tall young man of similar age.

The youth and the youth looked at each other, and they looked extremely harmonious. Just one glance showed that the two had the same experience and shared a tacit understanding accumulated over the years.

so pretty...

Song Qinqing was stunned.

If only I could grow up a bit...

The sudden self-pity brought Song Qinqing back to his senses.

When doing tasks in the past, he never evaluated the task object in this way, and he would not easily judge people by their appearance.

But today, why did you do this to yourself?

When one person is ashamed of another person, it may not be how bad that person really is.

Song Qinqing suddenly woke up——

Maybe it's just a worry of not being good enough.

Maybe it's just this person who moved his heart.