when i got pregnant with the last god cub

That day, when Song Cheng was talking with Thoth, the god of wisdom, about rebuilding the underworld, the sturdy wolf body of Anubis quietly appeared in the hall.

"Your Highness, we must rebuild a more stable channel, not a large game park..."

Thoth, the god of wisdom, stopped in the middle of his speech, because the object of his condemnation was standing behind him.

Anubis shrugged and spread his hands, "Uncle Toth, I think what you said is very reasonable, but can I have a few words with my father alone now?"

Despite his words of approval, there was casual and dismissive arrogance on his handsome face.

This is inexplicably like his uncle Seth, the God of Wisdom, so I can't say anything else. After all, there is a similar blood, and it's not that the family does not enter the family.

After Thoth left, Anubis took a step forward and walked directly under his father, saying in a deep voice:

"Father, Horus is ill."

The hand of the man sitting on the throne looking through the Book of the Dead paused slightly, and Song Cheng raised his head:

"sick?"

"Anubis, gods don't get sick," the man pinched his brows helplessly, "You have to make up a decent reason to lie to me anyway."

God knows how many gods were worrying about the matter between him and his son in just a few days, so Song Cheng had no choice but to meet Horus once.

That meeting really made Song Cheng feel extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at that familiar face and hearing a voice with a similar tone calling his father respectfully, he felt uncomfortable all over.

And Horus looked at him with too straightforward and deep eyes, which had some weight on his body.

Song Cheng had no choice but to turn his head away, creating the illusion of indifference and ruthlessness.

"Father, I didn't lie to you." Anubis looked a little serious, "Horus is really sick."

"The sun god fire is swaying in his body, and he is so hot that even the god of medicine can't get close." Anubis said.

"Brother, he is in pain, and has been calling your name..."

"Father, he is the first child of the main god and the last god who can be born in this world. If you ignore him, we will be even more powerless."

Anubis pleaded, "You really should go see him, Horus needs you."

Song Cheng hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking:

"How long has this been going on?"

"It's been three or four days."

Hearing Anubis' answer, Song Cheng stood up abruptly, anxiously:

"It's been so long, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Anubis felt wronged, "Father, you said that you don't want to hear about my brother for the time being."

Song Cheng was at a loss for words, so he waved his hands helplessly and said, "My fault, let's go and see your brother."

When the man arrived, Horus was lying unconscious in the Temple of the Sun.

Since Pluto Osiris returned with the divinity of the gods, under the call of Nephthys, the homeland of the gods was re-established.

Although the temples dedicated to them still stand in this world, the gods there are long gone.

As soon as Song Cheng stepped into the hall, Nephthys and Hathor greeted him overjoyed.

Just when they were at a loss for what to do about Horus' condition, Horus was emitting a hot, magma-like light all over his body.

It was the uncontrollable flow of the sun god fire in its body. Without the guidance and comfort of the main god, the newly grown cub of the main god could not control this power at all.

Song Cheng stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he instantly understood why Hathor and the others were not taking care of Horus.

The temperature in the room was too high, and the scorching hot breath made Song Cheng suffocate.

As the King of Pluto, he had to take out the royal staff to absorb this overflowing energy.

Anubis standing behind him still wanted to go in with him, Song Cheng turned his head and said in a low voice:

"Let me do it."

Anubis froze for a moment, stopped in his tracks, and nodded.

Horus' power was in an uncontrollable state, and even Song Cheng couldn't completely protect him.

Song Cheng waved his hand, and the door closed gently.

Horus lay flat on the bed, his handsome face showed a bit of uneasiness and anxiety.

Although his brows and eyes are tightly closed, he still looks familiar to Song Cheng, but his facial features are much younger than his father's.

On the other hand, the strong and well-defined arms placed on the waist side have bulging veins.

He is enduring the pain.

Thinking of this, Song Cheng felt that a corner of his heart was being pulled by an invisible hand.

Horus, who fell into a coma, was still very sensitive to the breath of another person in the room.

That familiar, cold breath belonged to the person he was thinking of.

"Father……"

Horus' hoarse voice sounded, full of grievances and caution.

He strenuously propped up his body, and stretched out his hand uncontrollably, wanting to reach the corner of the man's clothes.

I'm afraid that the visitor will turn around and leave the moment they see his face, leaving him with enough pain and despair in his back.

Song Cheng didn't speak, and there was no expression on his face. He just stood there, but his right hand was holding the royal staff tightly.

"Father, please don't go..." Horus quickly noticed the subtle changes in the man.

He didn't want Song Cheng's royal staff, even though it could help him suppress the overflowing energy in his body.

Once he returns to normal, will the man leave again?

Thinking of this possibility, Horus threw away the scepter Song Cheng handed over without hesitation.

Song Cheng was caught off guard by his action, and before he put away the astonished expression on his face, he felt a hot hand wrap around his waist.

"What are you doing, Horus!"

Song Cheng was shocked all over and said sharply.

He didn't have time to break free, and even raised his hand to give this dead child a hit.

Who knew that before he could slap him, Song Cheng felt dizzy, and he was actually put down on the bed by Horus.

The extremely hot body pressed up heavily, which made Song Cheng's eyes widen in disbelief.

In the next second, a familiar voice rang in my ears, and said with a little helplessness:

"I was wrong, you are obviously more angry than I expected."

"Chengcheng, I'm sorry."

Song Cheng froze there for an instant, and the law of undead, which was hanging in the air and wanted to penetrate it fiercely, also stopped there in a daze.

Like their masters, they were shaken physically and mentally at the moment when they suddenly heard that the old man had returned.

"...Old Zheng?"

Song Cheng still looked at the man's face in disbelief, his voice trembling.

"It's me, I'm back baby."

The man looked at the teardrops welling up in his lover's eyes, and couldn't help leaning forward to kiss her.

However, this kiss was just scratching the surface, or even just touched, and soon he was pushed away fiercely by the visitor.

There is also a slender white hand between the neck.

Song Cheng's eyes flashed coldly, "How dare you fucking lie to me?"

Zheng Yanxu subconsciously held his lover's arm, smiled wryly and said with difficulty:

"I'm not lying to you...would you be willing to get close to me?"

"Even a piece of meat that fell from your body...you, you don't want to take a second look..."

"What about me?"