After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Chapter 46

This question has troubled Song Qinqing for a long time.

From the moment he came into contact with the widow king, he had such doubts in his heart.

However, this question seems to be a secret between the gods and the underworld.

The teacher of Aishenlin does not allow him to know, and the underworld does not allow him to know.

The person involved, Yi Heng, promised himself that he would tell the truth...

But maybe too much content was involved, and it couldn't be finished in a few words, so the man's mouth was sealed after hesitation.

Yi Heng seemed to want to say something, but hesitated whether to say it or not.

At this moment, the God of Death lingers in Song Qinqing's eyes, but it can be understood as a chance to learn the truth——

After all, in the past, when he was concealed, he had no chance at all.

The closer she was to the truth, the more Song Qinqing wanted to do something to increase Yi Heng's chances of "speaking out".

He remembered that his first temptation was to compare his heart with his own secret, which can be regarded as a "soft" strategy.

Yi Heng didn't take soft things.

Then, it is time to try the "hard" strategy.

Song Qinqing made up her mind and said, "I have a lot to say about "Po Zhehao". "

Yi Heng looked up.

"I admit that the existence of Po Zhehao is very special to me." Song Qinqing said frankly, "Before he appeared, I had never had such a feeling. And the experience I got from getting along with him is that any task in the world can't do anything." I can't give it."

Perhaps it was the confession of the little cupid that pleased the god of death, on the roof, Yi Heng's expression softened.

"However, when I found out that he was actually you, I actually..." Song Qinqing thought about it, and said, "I'm very upset."

Sure enough, Yi Heng's expression turned cold again.

"After all, you deliberately deceived me and played me around with an omniscient perspective! You approached me with a special purpose. You know this purpose. It seems that my teacher also knows it, and even the gods of the underworld know it! Only I don't Know!"

"Uh……"

"So, those heartbeats are all traps! Only I don't know anything, it's not fair!"

"Uh..." Above the eaves and under the hood, Yi Heng's eyes flickered, obviously listening to every word of condemnation.

Seeing this, Song Qinqing was going to be more "ruthless", and forced the other party to speak with the words that were most likely to irritate the other party:

"If I still don't know anything, I'll just feel disgusted when I'm with you."

Hate.

This is that key word.

Song Qinqing knew that Yi Heng, who was deliberately trying to get close to him, would definitely be ignited by this word.

It's just that he wasn't sure to what extent Yi Heng would be ignited.

A gust of cold wind suddenly hit, and Song Qinqing felt cold and numb at the back of her neck.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the great god of death appeared in front of him.

In the past, both Yi Heng and Po Zhehao would keep a proper distance from him.

Whether it's out of social etiquette or headache-inducing constraints.

But at this time, Yi Heng deliberately pulled the distance between the two of them.

Song Qinqing raised her eyes, feeling that her eyelashes were trembling from being scalded by the other person's breath, so she quickly held her breath and backed away.

Yi Heng pressed on with every step.

Like a hungry panther staring at a lone fawn.

"Hate me?" Yi Heng snorted and repeated in disbelief, "Qin Song, you say you hate me?"

"I..." Song Qinqing instinctively felt timid, but still insisted, "That's what I thought."

"That Po Zhehao teased you hypocritically, you said you liked it? I treated you with all my heart, and you said you hated me?"

Yi Heng's words were tinged with thorns, and Song Qinqing was so frightened that she didn't know how to respond.

There was only one thought in Little Cupid's mind:

Is this person jealous of Po Zhehao?

"I" jealous of "myself"?

In the hood, the red light began to flash again.

The muscles on Yi Heng's face twitched uncontrollably, but even so, this vicious person didn't intend to back down.

For a moment, Song Qinqing was glad that the unknown red light restrained the other party.

Even though he was enduring a headache, Yi Heng would stay so close to him. If the headache didn't hurt, he couldn't imagine what the other party would do.

At this moment, Yi Heng was like an unreasonable child.

When Song Qinqing hung him up and down with the ice cream, his gaze adjusted to the ice cream's closeness and distance, but he was stubborn and refused to ask for it.

But when Song Qinqing threw the ice cream on the ground, Yi Heng couldn't eat it...

He started running wild.

Pressing Song Qinqing against the wall of the wooden house with his backhand, Yi Heng used the shadow of his body to cover him up.

And the more panicked, vulnerable, and helpless the other party's expression is at this time, the more presumptuous, closer, and more aggressive Yi Heng is.

He wanted this thin and weak person to be unable to escape his imprisonment.

He wanted the man to breathe with his own scent.

He wanted this person's eyes to reflect his own face, his own body, and his own shadow.

Can't smell anything else.

Can no longer see the side.

Naturally, such violent mood swings would not be missed by BrainTalk.

The more Yi Heng's mood fluctuated, the crazier the brain nails became.

Like a pool of boiling magma, it was already gurgling.

After the stretched steel bars toppled the river and the sea, it became even more disturbing.

Yi Heng felt it for the first time, and the pain made him addicted.

He felt that his pool of magma was being stirred up by steel bars more willfully, and he wished that every drop of fire that splashed out would destroy the world a little more.

Especially the person in front of him.

This crazy "maliciousness" can naturally be noticed by Song Qinqing.

"Yi Heng, let me go..."

"Now you know it's called Yi Heng?"

"You scratched me..."

"Your name is Po Zhehao, do you think he will come to rescue you?"

"Yi Heng!"

"Ms. Song."

Song Qinqing gasped with tears, raised her watery eyes, and glanced at the person in front of her.

Those calm water-colored pupils trembled fragilely, reflecting the other party's unbearable hostility.

Being stared at like this, Yi Heng's breathing was wrong for a moment, and his sanity seemed to return a little.

But looking sideways, thinking of what the person in front of him said just now, he still couldn't accept it.

Yi Heng turned back, stared at Song Qinqing, and said word by word: "You can say anything, but you can't say you hate me."

"Uh……"

"Instead of feeling sorry for the so-called old man who has been waiting all his life, why don't you feel sorry for me who has been looking for you all his life?"

"Uh……"

"I was afraid that Pluto would hurt you, but now that old guy has already made a move. I originally planned to just get to know you."

"Ah!" Song Qinqing raised her eyes in surprise.

Yi Heng had a cold face, took a step back, and changed the topic, "But I don't want to talk about it now."

"Clam??"

"Whenever you like the "I" in front of you, I will tell you the truth. "

"Yi Heng!"

"To save you from saying later, I prefer "the real me". "

"you!"

Yi Heng took a step back, snapped his fingers and took away the old man's body, and his body gradually faded in Song Qinqing's eyes and was about to disappear.

Song Qinqing hurriedly shouted: "You bully people like this, I can't possibly like you!"

"It's fine if you don't like it." Yi Heng was already immune and shrugged, "Then you will never want to know the truth."

"If you don't know, you don't know! You..."

Yi Heng has disappeared.

Song Qinqing, who stayed where she was, was so overwhelmed that her lungs were about to explode.

Why is this person...

Why? !

Song Qinqing, who originally had a deep desire for knowledge about the secret past, now has the intention to play badly.

This person hangs him on purpose, so he just doesn't want to know!

In this way, any past, any secrets, and any taboos have nothing to do with him!

Just let that hateful god of death secretly mourn with secrets, while he continues to shine brightly in the human world as the god of love!

Don't like Yi Heng!

He was tricked into falling in love with Po Zhehao before, but now that he knows the truth, he absolutely must not like Yi Heng!

Song Qinqing turned around angrily and walked back to the cabin.

In the room, Gou An stood silently beside the bed.

The old woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

"Grandma?" Song Qinqing rushed to the bedside and took Li Lanxiang's hand.

"Xiao Song..." Maybe it was the last recovery of energy before death, but she actually remembered the young god.However, with a turn of her cloudy eyes, she suddenly asked, "Did I see him?"

Song Qinqing's hands froze.

Grandma remembered Grandpa.

However, she forgot about the meeting with grandpa again.

In this case, wouldn't grandma have to pass away regretfully with the misunderstanding of "never seeing each other in a lifetime"?

Song Qinqing wanted to say something and do something, but Gou An told him that there were only 5 minutes left.

It's too late to do anything.

"Grandma! You saw him!" Song Qinqing tried to wake up the old lady's memory, "Do you still remember? It was just yesterday, on the embankment!"

"We met?" Grandma repeated with a smile.

"He's still carrying you! Do you have any impression? The cabin he carried you back to!"

"Carry me, it seems that he is in good health..."

"Yes! Besides, you talked all night, and you talked a lot! Until just now, he was still with you!"

"Then... where did he go?"

"He..." Song Qinqing choked.

"He's already dead", Song Qinqing couldn't say it.

3 minutes.

Seeing the young god's hesitation, Li Lanxiang smiled with difficulty, as if he was afraid of the child's guilt, so he deliberately put on a cheerful attitude.

However, the old lady, who is usually in a daze, maintained her last sanity at this time, and was unexpectedly sober.

She was sober and began to doubt what Qin Qing said.

She suspected that the other party was lying to herself, telling white lies, in order to send her away consummately.

Song Qinqing understood the suspicion in Li Lanxiang's eyes.

And the deep regret that she tried to hide with cheerfulness in her eyes.

In Li Lanxiang's opinion...

In this life, she has not waited for anyone.

How to do……

She clearly saw it.

What should I do……

How to let her not leave any regrets?

1 minutes.

"Huh?" At this moment, Gou An asked a question.

Song Qinqing looked up and saw Gou An looking at the system with a terrified expression.

"What's wrong?" Song Qinqing asked.

Gou An was stunned, "My mission has been cancelled?"

"What do you mean?" Song Qinqing hurriedly asked, "Mission failed?"

"No, it was by another god of death..."

Before Gou An finished speaking, a man in black robe suddenly appeared in the cabin.

The black robe was worn by the impermanence of the underworld, representing his identity as the god of death.

However, the face under the black robe made Song Qinqing and Gou An coincidentally take a deep breath——

Grandpa.