when i got pregnant with the last god cub

When the God of Time paused time, Song Seung was watching TV in the man's arms.

Due to Fat Pear's nature of being extraordinarily excited and flying around at night, the young family stayed up late together.

Fortunately, Song Cheng slept enough during the day, and he was full of energy at night.

So when he looked up, he saw the vigorous figure of the fat pear scurrying above his head, and he paused in the air for no reason.

"Goo!"

Fat Li let out a strange cry, and flew to Song Cheng's right hand like a frightened thief, shrank his head, and squatted down on the young man's hand.

And this is not the strangest thing, the strangest thing is that the funny show the two of them were watching was abruptly pressed the pause button, and the screen suddenly stopped moving.

"Did you press the remote control?"

Song Cheng raised his head in a little confusion and asked, he always felt that his heart stopped just now was not an illusion.

The man shook his head a little aggrieved, "I didn't get the remote control."

Then he couldn't help but kissed his sweetheart's fair face, and said, "It's the God of Time who stopped time."

Song Cheng was slightly taken aback after hearing this, he quickly stood up, walked to the window and looked out.

The black night became dilapidated at some point, it was rendered into magnificent and magical colors by many gods, and the war came quietly with wind and rain.

When the golden blood sprayed out in the air, the gods smashed to the ground like meteorites.

Their partners couldn't care about their life and death. At this moment, everyone's red eyes were only on the enemy who was still standing opposite.

"here we go."

Zheng Yanxu stood quietly behind the young man, his deep and indifferent eyes reflected the flames of war outside the window, but his voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Are we just going to stand by like this?"

Song Cheng said suddenly, he turned his head and looked into Zheng Yanxu's eyes, but his expression was abnormally calm.

A strange color flashed in the man's eyes, and then he said:

"This is just the first wave, and everything has just begun."

He held the sweaty hand of the young man and said in a low voice:

"hold on."

He can't make a move yet, and before that time, he must stay by his lover and children.

Song Cheng didn't speak, he just looked out of the window at the gods facing each other.

It was the revelry of the god of death, and the god of war swung his scythe wantonly as the sandstorms of Nephthys and Seth collided with the waves of the water god.

The high-rise buildings were destroyed in an instant, and those small but immobile people were more like small toys on the children's play table.

Pushing, overturned to the ground.

Hathor, the god of love, standing on the top of the building stood facing the wind, stretched out his pale and bony fingers towards the air, and smiled lightly.

Those giant pythons and lizard dragons that roared down without reason instantly abandoned the enemies in front of them, and started biting each other frantically.

Without using a knife or a sword, or even using words, Hathor turned the tables against the wind by himself.

But the generation of suns is better than the number. When the snake god Edjo locked his eyes on Hathor, Hathor looked back sharply.

The snake's mouth brushed past his body with a strong fishy smell, and Edjo killed the monitor lizard behind Hathor with one bite.

He raised his head again and looked at Hathor with cold eyes, and Hathor froze in place.

Without a puppet to help, Hathor was immediately in trouble.

But he couldn't control the snake god Edjo in the first place, and his power was limited for a certain period of time.

Seeing the bloody mouth rushing quickly, Luna quickly cut off the floor where Hathor was standing.

At the moment of the fall, Hathor saw the moon god who was trying to stop Edjo, and was quickly thrown away by its snake tail.

Fallen, the fallen gods can't tell the faces.

On the day they were created, they never imagined that one day they would fight like mortals.

When the gods are contaminated with lust, they become monsters with special powers.

Nephthys' wings were stained with the golden blood of the gods, thick and transparent like honey, so that she felt a soreness at the base of her wings.

She never thought that this pair of wings, which were born with the name of guardian, would one day be used to harvest the lives of her companions.

And Seth, who was standing beside her, was also covered with large and small wounds all over his body, and he was in a mess.

The more Song Cheng looked at it, the more he couldn't help tightening his fingers, and said in a low voice:

"If this goes on, they will all die."

Zheng Yanxu put his arms around his shoulders, and there was no big fluctuation in his voice:

"Indeed, but the sacrifice will not be in vain."

When this round of shuffling is over, the sacrificed gods will inevitably return to them in a new way.

When the situation became more and more unfavorable to Nephthys and others, few gods present stood there intact.

Song Cheng looked around, except for Nephthys and Seth brothers and sisters, there were only two other gods who were still struggling to support them.

Those were Neyit, the god of hunting, and Apis, the bull god. They stood amidst the ruins, while on the opposite side stood more than a dozen hostile gods who were still capable of fighting.

Song Cheng's heart tightened silently. He looked at the giant black lion stepping on the tiles from behind the gods, and a familiar and tall figure stood on that strong back.

Chu Zihan.

The man who swallowed many godheads has already become a terrifying existence.

And between his brows, a golden and cold eye cracked a thin slit, which was the brain that was taken away by Thoth, the god of wisdom, and where his godhead was.

Chu Zihan looked down at the wounded gods behind Nephthys and Seth, and said something.

Seth only responded with a sneer, and the arm supporting Nephthys was trembling slightly.

Song Cheng frowned watching all this, before he couldn't help but open his mouth, he soon knew the intention of Yiyang Sun.

Chu Zihan was trying to persuade and lure Nephthys and the others to surrender, but with a slight touch of his thin lips, Locke, the god of war behind him, raised his sickle.

The gods who do not surrender will all die.

Right now, they were all only seriously injured, and the subordinates of a generation of Sun did not deprive them of their godhead.

It didn't happen before, but that doesn't mean it won't now.

Song Cheng frowned subconsciously, and Zheng Yanxu's eyes fell on the young man, flashing a trace of deep tenderness.

"How many of them do you think will become rebels?" the man asked.

"...There will be none."

Song Cheng was silent for a moment, then spoke.

When he saw Chu Zihan urging him to surrender, he already understood the man's intentions.

Zheng Yanxu is testing whether the loyalty of Nephthys and others is really indestructible.

In the face of death threats and absolute strength crushing, Song Cheng can't guarantee that he can not surrender, except for the two brothers and sisters who are related by blood.

Even so, Song Cheng still said that there would be none of them, he trusted them, and hoped that they would return the same trust.

There was no surprise on the man's face when he heard his answer.

"You trust them too much, and that's not a good thing."

Whether it is the youth or Osiris, they are not born leaders. Their kindness and compassion make them have a large number of followers, but it is inevitable that there will be rebels who mix in and pretend to be.

Song Cheng didn't respond to the man's words, but just stared out of the window intently.

At this moment, the picture outside the window seemed to be still. Except for the sickle raised high by the god of war, Locke, no one moved a bit.

Nephthys wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said nothing, while Hathor lay in the ruins of broken reinforced concrete, not even bothering to move.

No one surrendered.

The scene was deathly silent, like frank ridicule and fearlessness.

From the day they were awakened by Osiris, they had regarded death as home.

Death is not the end, on the contrary, death is only the beginning of everything.

They will return to the arms of Osiris, the king of the underworld, just as they swore to follow.

Seeing such an ending, Song Cheng turned his head to look at the man with a calm expression:

"how?"

No one lived up to his expectations, as much as his trust.

Zheng Yanxu looked at the young man with a little bit of pride in the corner of his mouth in front of him, and couldn't help rubbing his pale lips with his fingertips.

"You have won, the god I follow."

"Don't blame me," Zheng Yanxu pressed a kiss on the young man's forehead, "I must guarantee that those who stay by your side are absolutely loyal."

Only in this way, will he dare to entrust the youth and children to the place that he can't care about in the future, or when an accident happens.

Song Cheng's heart trembled violently.

"It's time for me to appear."

The corner of the man's mouth curled into a smile, then he withdrew his hand, taking away the only warmth.

Song Cheng grabbed his arm subconsciously, and said with a trembling voice:

"I'll wait for you to come back."

After saying this sentence, he felt that it was inappropriate to change another sentence.

"You have to come back."

The man couldn't help laughing, "Okay, it's all up to you."

Although the uneasiness in Song Cheng's heart was getting deeper and deeper, he knew that he couldn't stop Zheng Yanxu from leaving.

Nephthys and other gods were on the verge of death for him and Zheng Yanxu, and they could no longer disappoint those gods who followed without hesitation.

Song Cheng watched the man disappear in front of his eyes little by little, but felt powerless that he couldn't help him, he had to say that he felt terrible.

He bit his lip, touched his lower abdomen with both hands and told himself that protecting himself and the cub was the strongest tranquilizer for a man.

When Zheng Yanxu descended on the ruins silently, the sickle of Locke, the god of war, was already on the neck of the plant god.

The moment the blade was in close contact with the skin, the man raised his hand slightly, and the huge scythe flew out unexpectedly, and was shaken into powder in the air.

Locke, the God of War, was startled, and quickly stepped back, his face becoming extremely ugly.

"Come."

Zheng Yanxu's eyes were indifferent, and he glanced at the gods present one by one casually, and finally fell on the hazy face of Chu Zihan, a generation of sun.

Slightly raised the corners of her lips, "I'll play with you."