After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Song Qinqing grabbed the edge of the black robe and tightened it tightly in front of her.

He propped himself on the ground with one hand and tried to get up, but he saw a big hand stretched out from the corner of his eye.

That was Yi Heng's hand.

Yi Heng's hand has distinct joints and a broad palm.

The slender fingers are slightly curved, and the skin is so cold and white that it seems to blur the lines on the fingers.

This is to help him?

Song Qinqing was panicked for a moment, wondering if it was possible to have such contact with a big man in the underworld, so she froze on the spot and did not move.

And the head of the big man in front of him was flashing red again.

Yi Heng snorted, frowned in displeasure, straightened up, and withdrew his hand.

With his fingertips on his forehead, Yi Heng seemed to be resisting some kind of severe pain in his body.

The frequency of breathing was disordered, and Yi Heng seemed to be struggling to suppress it.

It was like that when we first met...

It seems that once Yi Heng wants to get close to him, a red light will appear and make Yi Heng feel pain?

Realizing this, Song Qinqing couldn't think of the reason, and could only look at the other party suspiciously.

Because of the close distance, he didn't miss the change in the opponent's cruel expression during the suppression process.

The high-level gods of the underworld seem to be able to affect the souls of all things in the world with a frown and a smile.

Yi Heng gritted his back molars, so the muscles on the side of his face tensed slightly...

Then all the creatures in the night scene began to shrink back, the wind passed through the shadows of the trees, and the leaves fell and the grass withered.

For a time, all ghosts cried.

The sharp shout melted into the wind, as if being torn apart by brute force.

At that moment, Song Qinqing's thoughts were only left -

This is the legendary top god of death.

Just staring at it is terrifying.

A frown is enough to kill someone.

Between the heaven and the earth, dozens of black-robed impermanence were blessed by their master, entered into a perfect state, and fought fiercely with the endlessly entangled souls of the dead.

The eerie spiritual power from the underworld confronts the dead souls, and everywhere you see is filled with black mist.

From the unique sound of emptiness of the souls of the dead, it can be judged that this group of hell dead is struggling to resist.

Song Qinqing didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the leading white figure in front of her start to move again.

"If I had the chance—I'd kill her first—and then you—"

The evil spirit cursed hoarsely.

"Don't even think about touching her again!" Song Qinqing was angry.

Once the consciousness has the thought of destruction, the body responds accordingly.

He felt the bones on the back of his neck start to burn faintly again, and he couldn't help panting lightly due to the high heat.

Just as the silver light was about to burst out of his body, a burst of coolness, like spring wind turning into rain, extinguished the fire light behind his neck.

Qin Qing was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously turned around.

He saw the man beside him holding his cervical spine weakly with one hand across the distance.

The skins of the two did not touch, but there seemed to be black and white breaths in the air.

The silver threads that radiated from the back of his neck were inextricably intertwined with the black mist in the man's palm.

Song Qinqing felt that her spiritual bones had been appeased.

This one, why do you have such ability?

Yi Heng comforted him with one hand, and raised the other hand, pointing his index finger at the provocative dead soul.

As the man's fingertips suddenly dropped to the ground...

As if the dead soul was being grabbed by the head, it was slammed to the ground by an invisible brute force.

Bai Ying wailed endlessly after being hit, and the sound of groaning lingered like a haunted house.

Just this, simple and rude.

Song Qinqing is enough to feel that Yi Heng, as the young master of Mount Tai in the underworld, has sufficient spiritual power.

Even Yi Heng's fingers contain the power to destroy the dead.

Yi Heng raised his finger, and the white shadow's head was held by Void again.

Yi Heng pointed down, and Bai Ying was thrown to the ground again.

The small crater formed by Song Qinqing smashing it, now Yi Heng is like grabbing a hammer, hammering out a deep hole forcefully.

It stands to reason that the undead should not feel the pain of physical attacks.

But what suppressed it was the same form of spiritual power, and the dead soul wailed, almost crying:

"Forgive me—forgive me—"

Yi Heng stopped his attack and said, "You apologize to him."

Ok?

Song Qinqing, who was kneeling, flicked her body.

To whom?to me?

Bai Ying was thrown beyond recognition, and hurriedly took advantage of the gap to humiliate Song Qingqing, "I was wrong—I'm sorry—I'm sorry—"

Song Qinqing did not intend to forgive it.

He frowned and turned his face away, unwilling to face it.

boom! boom! boom!

Then, there were several loud bangs one after another, and Bai Ying's head was grabbed and smashed to the floor again.

Yi Heng's expression was relaxed as if he was playing the piano, but the thing being played was not so pleasant.

"Didn't I say I'm apologizing—uh—I've already apologized—" the dead soul struggled.

Yi Heng only replied: "I didn't say I apologized."

"You little god - why don't you save me - aren't you kind - why save others and not me -"

Hearing the undead's cries, Song Qinqing replied firmly: "I'm not stupid. I saved you, but I'm doing evil instead!"

Receiving such a reply, the soul of the dead completely tore through the disguise.

It was hysterical again, launching a psychic attack.

It opened its filthy bloody mouth, spitting out strings of unsavory curses.

Some were aimed at Zheng Shiyin, and some were aimed at Song Qinqing.

Song Qinqing felt uncomfortable hearing it, so she covered her ears reflexively.

At this time, he hadn't recovered from the rampage, his body was alternating hot and cold, and he was very weak.

Unexpectedly disturbed by this vicious curse, he couldn't control himself for a while, and almost fell into negative emotions.

He thought to himself, fortunately, it was he who heard these words, not Zheng Shiyin.

If it is that sensitive and fragile girl who suffers such torture again, how can she have the courage to live again...

whoosh-

Yi Heng, who was silent at first, suddenly raised his index finger high, and lifted the white shadow on the ground into the air.

From right to left, the index finger only deviated by an angle of less than five degrees, and the white shadow was thrown several meters away as if torn by a storm!

Snapped--

He Chuan, the black judge who just turned around after fighting in that direction, caught him straight.

"Young master..." He Chuan called out from a distance.

Yi Heng rubbed his fingers, looking indifferent, "Don't break it up. Take a breath and bring it back to Judge Bai."

Judge Bai!

The famous sadistic white judge in the underworld!

Yi Heng's tone was light as if he was saying that he wanted to bring Judge Bai back with a toy.

And the dead soul at the other end heard such a fate, and could only let out a weak scream that life would be worse than death.

"Yes." He Chuan Gongshun said.

Then, at a distance...

A certain escaped soul who was stubbornly resisting was pushed to the ground by the black judge and beat him violently.

The spiritual attack of the dead soul became weaker and weaker.

There are almost only lingering calls for help.

Song Qinqing took a long time to recover.

After making sure he couldn't hear the curse, he put down his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking around, the surrounding impermanence is fighting heartily, and has the upper hand with a clear advantage.

Song Qinqing wanted to help, and when he had gathered enough strength, he turned his head and wanted to discuss the next countermeasures with the people around him.

But the behavior of the person next to him made him unexpected——

The opponent squatted down on one knee!

At this time, the two are side by side, very close to each other.

One half-squatting and the other kneeling.

Because of his poor stature, Yi Heng's angle of view is still much higher than that of Song Qinqing, even though he is also in a lowered posture.

As long as Song Qinqing tilted her head, she could clearly see herself in the other party's eyes.

Although the face was covered with a tight mask, which completely covered the other party's expression...

But Song Qinqing could judge from the other party's eyes that Yi Heng had quite complicated emotions at this time.

Yi Heng stared at Song Qinqing's face very, very deeply.

It was as if he wanted to carve Song Qinqing's face into his eyes.

Those purple-red eyes reflected Song Qinqing's stupid look with disheveled blond hair and slightly parted lips.

A war-damaged boy with a fragile sense of beauty.

This little Cupid's lips were already red, and he just vomited blood.

The half-coagulated blood remained on the lips, like the juice of berries, or the remaining plums soaked in snow water.

His eyes wandered over the bridge of Song Qinqing's eyebrows and nose.Then, Yi Heng raised his eyes and saw the curly wig.

Looking down, he saw the dazzling red skirt under the black robe again.

The corner of the mouth seemed to be twitchy, but it seemed that it wasn't.

Yi Heng stretched out his hand towards him, but didn't touch him, his fingertips only landed on the cheap textured wig.

Yi Heng combed his curly hair and asked, "What mission do you need to dress like this?"

Song Qinqing seemed to have just realized what she was wearing now, with a flick of her back, she immediately reached out to take off the wig.

Yi Heng said, "Don't pick it."

Song Qinqing: "Huh?"

"Very..." Yi Heng seemed to be deliberating, with teasing eyes, "It's very interesting."

Song Qinqing: "..."

Without saying a word, he directly pulled off the wig.

"Answer?" Yi Heng asked again.

Song Qinqing lowered her head, "Pretend to be the sweetheart of the task target..."

Hearing such an answer, Yi Heng frowned unexpectedly, "What kind of game is this?"

"Play?" Qin Qing blinked her eyes innocently, "I'm not playing. I'm working hard."

"The mortal told you to wear women's clothing?"

"It's what I want to wear myself."

"Do you like to wear women's clothes?"

"Wait, it's not..."

Seeing the topic getting more and more crooked, the atmosphere getting more and more strange, Yi Heng's expression seemed to be getting more and more displeased...

Song Qinqing realized that it seemed that a certain detail in the conversation had gone wrong.

"You wear women's clothes to please that mortal?"

"To please..." Song Qinqing vaguely felt that this word was not quite right, but thinking that he really came here for the happiness of ordinary people, she replied, "Can you say that?"

Although Yi Heng was wearing a mask.

Song Qinqing felt that the other party's face darkened inexplicably.

Yi Heng raised his hand, as if pinching something in the void, and brought it in front of Song Qinqing.

Following this person's movements, Chang Qing and Zheng Shiyin, who were protected in the small environment, were carried over together with the barrier...

Then throw it on the ground like garbage.

"Take it easy!" Song Qinqing blurted out as she saw the two of them being thrown to the ground.

"Distressed?" Yi Heng raised his eyebrows.

Song Qinqing nodded with her mouth curled up.

"Don't feel bad if you should feel bad."

"what?"

Yi Heng's voice was so soft that Song Qinqing didn't hear clearly at all.

"Aren't you the god of love? They are together, and your mission has been completed." Yi Heng said again.

Hearing the sound, Song Qinqing looked at the two bodies thrown together in the barrier...

I am glad that Yi Heng is the god of death instead of the god of love.

"Together" is not taken literally!

It's not that the bodies are stacked together, but they are together!

"But I have to make sure that he is really happy." Song Qinqing had no choice but to explain, "That's the way to complete the task."

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why should you care whether mortals are happy or not?"

"Uh..." Song Qinqing slandered:

Young master, it can be seen that you don't care about the happiness of ordinary people.

You don't even care if mortals live or die.

This topic was not clear for a while, and Song Qinqing didn't know how to explain his mental journey to this great master who he had acquainted with casually, so he wanted to change the subject.

"I..." Song Qinqing pointed to Wuchang, and then pointed to herself and Yi Heng, implying something, "Isn't it appropriate for us to talk here for so long?"

Yi Heng: "Then change the place."

Song Qinqing: "..."

What he meant was: Everyone is fighting, and it's not right for the two of us to chat here.

The implication of the other party is: Everyone is fighting, the environment is too noisy to chat, it is not appropriate.

I didn't expect this young master of the underworld to look so cold...

Actually quite talkative?