After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

"Liar..."

Xiu Guo read in a daze, shook his head in disbelief, and backed away, as if wanting to escape from the scene.

There was not even a trace left on the scene, not even a bloodstain.

It was as if Zhuang Yan had never appeared here.

Only the gust of wind just now made Xiu Guo feel in a trance, and had a momentary illusion.

It was only now that Xiu Guo remembered that Zhuang Yan might not have been here at all, so how could something happen?

You see, there is not even a trace.

Zhuang Yan never came.

People who have never been here, how could something happen?

On He Chuan's side, Xiu Guo didn't even look at it.

The white-clothed child only smiled, and walked towards Song Qinqing, pretending to be innocent, and said, "Song Qinqing, where is my teacher?"

"Uh..." Qin Qin let out a hurried sigh, like a sob.

"Why do you have this expression?" Xiu Guo's smile froze, "You haven't answered my question yet! Where's my teacher?"

"Yes." Song Qinqing said with difficulty, "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean by sorry?" Xiu Guo stretched out his hand, as if wanting to grab Song Qinqing, "What do you mean by sorry! Song Qinqing!"

Seeing that Xiu Guo stretched out his hand, and was agitated, and seemed to want to go crazy again, Yi Heng quickly blocked Song Qinqing behind him.

Seeing Song Qinqing being hidden, Xiuguo felt a bad premonition getting stronger, and that feeling made him lose control.

He fell into a more frantic state than usual, like a mad dog baring its fangs, trying to bite the person in front of it.

Yi Heng pulled Xiuguo's arm back and held it firmly in front of his chest, separating him from the people behind him.

But the more he can't touch Qin Qing, the crazier Xiu Guo will be.

The child's eyes were red, and he jumped violently as if he was being arrogant, and roared arrogantly:

"Qin Song! It's all you! It's all your fault! Give me back the teacher... Give me back! Why can't you protect him and take him away! Give me back! Give me back!"

Like a child who couldn't get a toy, he shouted "Give it back to me" one after another.

But the toy was gone, and if it was gone, it was gone, and I couldn't find it anyway.

Song Qinqing lowered her head with red eyes, as if she knew that the toy had completely disappeared, but she couldn't tell the other party.

The child didn't hear the final answer, deluded himself that the toy was still there, and yelled frantically, "Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

Such a hoarse cry came from such a small body.

It is enough to tear everyone's reason and emotion.

"Song Qinqin! Why is there someone like you?" Xiu Guo lost his mind, grabbed a target and began to attack indiscriminately, "What kind of love god are you! You are clearly a plague god!"

Song Qinqing knew that Judge Bai was just venting on him, so she lowered her head and was only being scolded, but she felt that Yi Heng in front of her was protecting him even tighter.

"Xiu Guo!" Yi Heng warned coldly, "I advise you to show him some respect."

As if to help him block all dangers.

Xiu Guo was not afraid of anyone in the first place, but at this time the last string of suppressing reason was broken, and he became even more unscrupulous.

Even if the person in front of him was the young master of the underworld, Xiu Guo didn't care, and smiled sharply, "You still protect him? Are you determined? You forgot all about being skinned and cramped because of him? "

These words made Song Qinqing suddenly look up.

Although there were speculations, Song Qinqing still couldn't accept it calmly after hearing this possible fact with her own ears.

When he met Judge Bai for the first time in the underworld, and heard him say "someone was executed for Qin Qin", he had thought that it might be Yi Heng.

At this time, Yi Heng was still standing in front of him, as if he wanted to use his solid body to block all the dangers that hit him:

Whether it's a physical attack or a mental humiliation.

"Shut up! Xiuguo!" Yi Heng cut back Xiuguo's arm forcefully with one hand, and pinched Xiuguo's facial muscles with the other like pliers.

The blue veins on the back of Yi Heng's hand hinted how hard he was exerting himself.

It should have been so painful that he couldn't speak, but Xiu Guo was completely crazy, so crazy that he couldn't even feel the pain, even if he was vague, he would curse madly——

"Qinqing Song! You! You are the god of plague! You are the source of all evil! Even Zhuang Yan was killed by you! We were also killed by you!"

"Xiuguo, do you not want to live anymore?"

"What did I say wrong? Did I lie?" Xiu Guo widened her eyes and opened her mouth innocently, with an exaggerated expression, "Ah! Because you don't know, right? Hahaha, of course you don't know! Because it's just me and that bastard I've seen that page of the birth book that caused Zhuang Yan's accident, the mortal whose lifespan was changed..."

"Xiuguo! Shut up!"

This time, it was He Chuan who had been silent all along to stop him.

But it was too late, Xiu Guo had already spoken——

"It's Song Qinqing, you!"

"Xiuguo!" With a roar, a black shadow struck, snatched Xiuguo from Yi Heng's hand, and pressed it hard on the ground, "You are simply crazy! Lord Taishan emphasized that this matter cannot be let by the fourth person." Know!"

"Why should I listen to him?" Xiu Guo didn't resist, but asked innocently.

"Why?" He Chuan frowned, "The teacher taught us that Pluto's words are the rules."

"That's not right, He Chuan." Xiu Guo shook his head, "Your rule is Pluto, and mine has always been Zhuang Yan!"

"Uh..." He Chuan let out a long sigh, sacrificed a magic rope, and tied up Xiuguo, "The mission is over. It's time to go back."

"Go back? Where are you going?" Xiu Guo wanted to resist, but he smelled the familiar fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus on He Chuan's face. The place can "go back"!I'm not going anywhere! "

Xiuguo's limbs were bound, and all he could do was curse with sharp teeth.

But He Chuan seemed indifferent to the curse, the child wanted to bite He Chuan's face with his teeth, but when he smelled the cinnamon remaining on his skin, he could only whimper and cry——

"Dog! I want to kill you! I want to kill you! But, but..."

Xiu Guo seemed to have finally accepted the reality, sobbing, "You are the only person left in this world who is most like him..."

"Why don't I want you to disappear?"

He Chuan stood up with Xiuguo in his hands, a flash of regret flashed in his eyes, "But you are the one he wants to protect with his life."

The black and white judge disappeared here.

A dilapidated courtyard was left in place.

It was as if something had been witnessed, yet nothing had happened.

"He Chuan..." Only Song Qinqing heard the black and white dialogue at the end, and said regretfully, "He once protected you with innocence that is more important than life..."

"It's just that you never trusted him."

……

The story of the three teachers and students is like a legend with ups and downs.

After listening to the story, the song ends, leaving only a chicken feather.

Some people took it as a joke and left the scene easily.

Some people heard the words, but in their hearts, a shocking wave was set off.

Without touching Song Qinqing, Yi Heng almost never had a brain attack.

But when Judge Bai uttered the name of the mortal whose birth book was tampered with 20 years ago, Yi Heng had a splitting headache and could hardly stand up straight.

Song Qinqing took a lot of effort to send Yi Heng back to that cozy little room.

After putting the man on the bed, Song Qinqing wanted to pour a glass of water for the man, before turning around, she was held by the hand.

Yi Heng's hands were extraordinarily cold.

It seemed that the blood was not flowing smoothly due to the pain in the head, and his fingertips were like ice cubes, which made Song Qinqing tremble.

"I just wanted to get a glass of water..."

"My dear, don't go..."

Relatives.

Every time she heard a man call herself that, Song Qinqing would feel her heart palpitate.

That heart, which usually has no waves and needs to be stimulated by the warmth and warmth of the world, seems to hear this person's call, and the beating will become more lively.

Song Qinqing could not refuse such a call.

He sat back on the bed and looked at Yi Heng worriedly.

This time Yi Heng's pain was deeper than before, so that his face was slightly distorted in pain, his complexion was pale, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Seeing the other party like this, Song Qinqing felt distressed but didn't know what to do. She could only carefully stretch out her hand, trying to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Then his hand was taken.

"My dear..." Yi Heng's voice was trembling, but he was still restrained, as if he was afraid of scaring the person in front of him.

This person was domineering outside, and all the care and consideration seemed to be left to Song Qinqing alone.

"I'm here." Song Qinqing replied in a gentle voice.

"Can I hold you?" Because of trembling, Yi Heng sounded like he was begging.

"When..." Qin Qing naturally agreed, but suddenly remembered, "But will it hurt you more when you meet me?"

"Yes." Yi Heng didn't lie to him, "But now I..."

Because of the pain, Yi Heng's eyes were red, and it looked as if there were tears.

The man grabbed the position of his heart, as if he was feeling something, but he couldn't describe the lack.

Yi Heng could only use the most plain language to try to describe, "I'm so thirsty."

thirsty.

But clutching his heart.

Song Qinqing understood.

No longer answering, he directly stretched out his hands and embraced the painful man in front of him.

A sigh.

Through the clothes, the temperature of the young man's body came through, clearly stabbing the man even more painful, but he was so happy.

Song Qinqing didn't know what to do at this time, so she could only pat the man on the back while whispering softly like a child:

"It's okay, I'm here! It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt..."

Perhaps because the consciousness was repeatedly pulled by pain and longing, Yi Heng was speechless for a long time.

After a long, long time, maybe because the body holding the boy was comforted, maybe because the severe pain got used to it, Yi Heng said again——

"I never knew that the name whose birthday was changed would be you."

This incident also had a great impact on Song Qinqing.

It's just that Yi Heng's reaction was so violent that he didn't have time to think about it.

"So, I was once, really a mortal?" Song Qinqing asked.

"Yeah." Yi Heng replied.

"20 years ago, I died?"

"Um……"

"How did you die?"

"Uh..." This question stung Yi Heng's nerves again.

Yi Heng snorted and waited for a long time before speaking again: "You were the first mission I received as the god of death."

"Uh..." Song Qinqing asked carefully, "And then?"

"And then my mission failed."

"So, you went to jail for that?"

"Not only that, but he was brain-stuck."

"What is the function of the brain pin?"

"Break out of love. When the host is aware of the heartbeat, the brain nail will attack, restricting the host's actions."

"But the god of death shouldn't..."

"Yes, the god of death doesn't need to be brain-pinned."

"Uh……"

"Unless, that god of death eventually falls in love with a mortal."