After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Some plots about "love" happen in literary works, which are stories.

It happens in real life, it's an accident.

Zheng Shiyin experienced such an accident.

Among the acting colleges with so many beauties, Zheng Shiyin was not one of the most eye-catching ones.

However, the girl who is targeted by the villain can directly fall into doom without any reason.

The other party is the monitor of her class.

A paranoid personality patient.

The class monitor is extremely strict with his own academic requirements, and at the same time he is very concerned about the evaluation of others.

For the squad leader, if the rejection of others cannot be understood as a refusal to welcome, it must be a denial of himself.

And paranoid like him, not allowing anyone to deny himself.

On the eve of graduating from university, he confessed his love to Zheng Shiyin.

After being rejected, he naturally understood that it was the girl's shy reserve.

Later, when the two entered the society, Zheng Shiyin found out that this monitor, except for sending her occasional messages on weekdays and giving her small gifts and surprises on festivals, did not do anything out of the ordinary, so she didn't take this matter to heart.

Until she slowly discovered the clues in her life:

When she wakes up late at night, she will find traces that her rental house has been turned over.

The food delivered anonymously will be stained with man's hair, and even the top of the drink will have yellow and white liquid floating on it.

Not to mention the invisible camera in the doll in the office, the bug in the pillow in the bedroom, and the male voice who didn't speak but panted when an unfamiliar number called in the middle of the night...

Zheng Shiyin realized something was wrong and called the police.

The police quickly cracked the case and brought the squad leader into custody.

At that time, she still couldn't believe it, "I never thought that you were the one who did this!"

The squad leader reacted more strongly than her, "I never thought you would call the police! Don't you enjoy the feeling of being pursued by men and trying your best to understand what you like?"

This conversation allowed her to formally understand the difference in thinking between herself and this person.

Her refusal, in his understanding, was all about love.

Fortunately, the squad leader was punished and imprisoned for more than half a year.

Zheng Shiyin took advantage of this period to change her life in the city and find a job in a theater troupe again.

She thought everything was going right.

Until, after the squad leader was released from prison, he found her again.

That time, he stood directly on the top floor of the newly developed commercial street building where people were coming and going.

He confessed his love to her with huge banners and fireworks all over the wall.

He said: "If you don't agree, I will jump off!"

The people around booed, "Promise him! Promise him!"

Zheng Shiyin was shocked and angry, but she was "kidnapped" and dared not speak.

He seemed to be confessing, but more, it was a threat.

Upstairs, the squad leader yelled at her with a loudspeaker: "I admit that I did something wrong a year ago, and I went to jail for you! Now that I'm out, can't you give yourself a step down?"

Go to jail for her.

In this man's mind, he was punished not for making a mistake, but for loving her.

Give her steps.

In this person's heart, rejection is just a game played by lovers. He always firmly believes that she likes him.

After Zheng Shiyin firmly refused.

In full view, he jumped down from the top floor...

Zheng Shiyin remembered that she had just finished performing in the theater that day.

When she was invited to this new real estate, she was still wearing the gorgeous red dress of the hostess.

In this matter, she did nothing wrong, but she was innocently covered in blood.

After he died, she never wore that dress again.

And this newly developed real estate, also because of some weird incidents, gradually became deserted and deserted.

Tonight, half a year later.

The red dress, as graceful as a blood-colored rose, appeared again on this deserted commercial street.

It's just that the person in the skirt is not Zheng Shiyin.

It was Song Qinqing.

Tonight is the night of the decisive battle.

Although Song Qinqing is a god of love, it hurts to beat someone!

He must teach that pestering evil spirit a good lesson!

In order for Chang Qing and Zheng Shiyin to witness the removal of the evil spirits with their own eyes, Song Qinqing surrounded the two of them in a safe small barrier and let them watch secretly behind a building far away.

Song Qinqing himself took a ray of Zheng Shiyin's exclusive aura from Zheng Shiyin, and disguised himself as her.

Because he doesn't know how to make up, he only wears a big curly blond wig, covering most of the sides of his face with curls, barely hiding his facial features.

The young man has a thin figure, and he is dressed in this gothic red dress with intricate embroidery. His body is flatter, but he won't be too irritating to the eyes.

Looking at it from a distance, it does have the charm of a tall and slender girl.

He stood alone in the cold wind for a long time.

Because the neckline of the skirt was low, exposing a large collarbone area, the winter wind pierced into his chest like a knife.

Half an hour had passed since the appointed time, and Song Qinqing contacted the Grim Reaper who was going to cooperate with him in advance, so he arrived late.

Song Qinqing is a god of love.

His job authority only involves the emotions of mortals.

To intervene in supernatural events related to the underworld, he must contact a professional god of death.

It's just that I don't have any contacts in the underworld, and I dare not tell my master and brother that I want to contact the underworld...

Song Qinqing just went to the temple to make a wish and shook the god of death.

Then, the god of death, who was half an hour late and didn't apologize at all, seemed to be doing nothing.

The god of death walked over swaggeringly, stroked the red hair that stood like a broom with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to Song Qinqing, "Hi beauty, I am your partner today, Gou An."

The tasks of the human world are intricate, and occasionally the gods do need to cooperate across boundaries.

But this kind of partner who is obviously late and still grabs a group of partners, if it were any Cupid, he might have to get mad on the spot, turn around and leave, and shake people again.

Fortunately, Song Qinqing has a very good temper.

The God of Cupid, who was disguised as a woman, just stretched out his hand obediently, shook hands with the other party, and introduced himself politely, "Hi, my name is Song Qinqing."

Hearing the other party's voice, Gou An's hands froze, with a strange expression, he looked him up and down, "Male? Why do you still have such a habit?"

This habit?

Song Qinqing looked down at her red dress, realized that the other party had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "This is required for today's mission."

Hooking Song Qinqing's shoulder, Gou An took a closer look, "Hiss...you look familiar?"

Song Qinqing blinked, "Huh? I probably haven't seen you before, have I?"

"Wait, I almost remembered..." Gou An had a flash of inspiration, "Are you the little Cupid who offended our young master yesterday?!"

"Ah..." Song Qinqing suddenly realized.

Although he had no impression of Gou An, last night the young master brought many gods of death behind him.

Maybe this one is among them.

"It's you!" Gou An twitched his chin, and said to himself, "Little Cupid, work hard with brother today! Brother will find an opportunity to help you speak well in front of Yi Heng!"

"Oh?" Song Qinqing heard him call the young master's name directly, and asked, "Do you have a good relationship with that young master?"

"Of course." Gou An said confidently, "We are the best in the underworld!"

"It's great." Song Qinqing pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm relying on Lord Wuchang so much!"

Maybe it was the cute attitude of the little Eros who pleased him, so Gou An's desire to show off soared, and he took out a soul-locking whip from the system, "Do you know this?"

Song Qinqing looked over, the whole body of the whip was dark, with a metallic luster, it looked very expensive and cool.

He shook his head honestly, "I haven't seen it."

Gou An was stunned, "This is the high-level magic weapon that all cultivators of impermanence have dreamed of! All the impermanent ones have accumulated merits, just for this thing! And I have only worked for 30 years, so I replaced him!"

Song Qinqing applauded for the other party, "It's great! It must be very powerful!"

"That's needless to say?" Gou An stroked his red hair again.

Song Qinqing turned on the system and pulled out the glass armor, blood silk silk, water drops, and sleepy spirit cups given by the master that can protect the body or temporarily ward off evil spirits, and piled them on the floor, feeling a little distressed, "I don't know if these things will come in handy ..."

"Uh..." Gou An was dumbfounded as he looked at the jeweled treasures all over the place.

He swallowed, and suddenly his expression was no longer arrogant, but he looked at the little cupid in front of him vigilantly.

Seeing this, Song Qinqing was a little sorry, "Will you hinder Mr. Wuchang?"

Because Song Qinqing is a god, he does not completely rely on the system like cultivating a god.

These magic weapons require a binding system, so he has never studied them specifically.

For Song Qinqing, these things are like giving him a dragon-slaying sword.

It is still a good thing to use it to cut trees and firewood, after all, the thing itself is a good thing, but if he wants to use it to compete with the masters, it will not work.

Gou An was fascinated by these treasures at first, thinking that some big man on the other side came down to the earth to tease him, this little god...

But seeing that Song Qinqing's expression was sincere and did not seem to be fake, Gou An guessed that this should be a little fool raised by a rich family, very innocent.

"In the face of absolute strength, it's nothing to hold back!" Gou An put his hands on his waist and raised his head, feeling that he could do it again, "Come on, little Cupid, tell me, what is the mission this time?"

"Hmm!" Song Qinqing truthfully explained the whole story of the incident.

The description was very focused, and the little cupid ignored the expression change of the god of death beside him for a moment.

After talking about Zheng Shiyin's story, Song Qinqing recalled the recent turmoil in the underworld, linked the context, and speculated——

"This time, the evil spirit has a very high IQ. The black judge tried to chase it yesterday, but it cunningly escaped. It has a high probability of being an accomplice in the world, and it may have an organization to cover it!"

"Uh……"

"Revenant and mortals have a wall, I guess, this evil accomplice is also a revenant. It should have gathered other revenants from the underworld to escape from prison, and then awakened the black judge to come to the human world."

"Uh..." Song Qinqing talked for a long time, but before Gou An's response, he asked, "Master Wuchang, am I right?"

"Correct."

"So, this time you and I cooperated to capture this ghost head back to the underworld, wouldn't it be a great achievement?"

"Brother." Gou An swallowed, "Have you ever thought that the reason why it became the leader and alarmed Judge Hei... is because it is very strong and difficult to catch?"

"I know!" Song Qinqing looked innocent, "But isn't it you, Mr. Wuchang?"

"Uh……"

"And, this time we will definitely be able to lure it out!" Song Qinqing was confident.

"You still want to draw it out?!" Gou An's voice began to tremble.

Song Qinqing explained: "The red dress of the obsessed person, plus the place of death. The two effects are superimposed, and the resentment is extremely heavy! That ghost head will definitely appear!"

Gou An no longer cared about pretending to be aggressive, and his voice suddenly shrieked, "Where are you putting this stack of buffs?!"

"Ah?" Song Qinqing watched Gou An curled up on the side with her head in her arms, choked up sobbing, and blinked her eyes in bewilderment.

"I thought you were capable! I can't do it alone!" Gou An burst into tears.

"How can Master Wuchang say that he can't do it?"

"Because I'm afraid of ghosts! Woooooo..."

Song Qinqing: "..."

People who are afraid of ghosts...

Why do you still want to be a god of death?

The author says:

After reading this chapter——

Yi Heng (bitter): Cooperate with Death, but don't look for me.It's too high, I'm not even a tool person.

Gou An (true tool man): Help, help! QQ