[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

Chapter 333: Transmigrating into the Egyptian God Chapter: The Slave Trader Who Ended Miserably (11)

"You said at the time that you stayed because of the caravan, but two months have passed... the caravan should have left long ago."

The implication is, why do you still stay with Seth?

Qi Heng couldn't understand Horus' expression, and refused to understand it.

"Seth helped me, I stayed with him only to repay the favor, Horus, please let go."

"But Seth..." Before he could even finish the word "very dangerous", he was interrupted by Seth himself

"Nephew, why are you going to say bad things about me in front of me? This is not allowed."

Set inserted himself between Qi Heng and Horus, sneered and looked Horus in the eye.

If you ignore the sand under his feet that is thicker than bricks, the scene is still extremely intimidating.

The corner of Horus' mouth twitched. He took a step back to distance himself from Setra, and had no choice but to release the shackles on Qi Heng.

The person in front of him is Horus' opponent in three days. In terms of overall strength, he is undoubtedly much weaker than Set. Getting close to Set outside the game is equivalent to getting close to the source of danger and there is a risk of disaster at any time.

God knows what Seth would do if he suddenly changed his attitude.

Horus knew that he should stay with his mother at this moment and never get close to Set.

But... Qi Heng was by Set's side, and was openly brought to the Hall of Judgment by him. It was difficult for Horus to pretend not to see it. He... was really worried.

"You saved me once, and I can never repay you for saving my life."

After saying this, he pulled out a long, hard feather from his wing in front of the three people and said, "If you need me, you can use it to call me at any time. Please accept it."

Seeing Set's face full of radar warning that he was about to explode, Horus quickly turned sideways and stuffed the feather into Qi Heng's arms.

"Lord Set doesn't want Qi Heng to be in danger, right? You are very strong, but no matter how strong you are, there will be times when you can't take care of others.

With me as a favor, Qi Heng will have an extra guarantee of survival, right?"

What Horus said made sense. Thinking of Qi Heng’s pale face in the Hall of Judgment, Set fell silent just because of his temporary departure.

He pretended not to see the bird feathers in Qi Heng's hand, and pushed Horus and Anubis off the arena.

"Little Qi Heng, you are still too weak. Come, I will train you personally."

Seth drew his sword and gestured towards Qi Heng opposite him.

Horus paused as he was about to leave, hesitated for a while, and sat down in the audience seats.

Anubis was the same. Both of them focused their attention on the arena and did not communicate with each other at all.

Live broadcast room—

Anonymous 120 user: With Seth as my sparring partner, I am improving quite fast.

Anonymous 222 user: It has to be fast. A normal person would have lost half his life if he practiced like this. Fortunately, my uncle has supernatural powers and he can find time to heal his injuries.

Anonymous user: It seems like the uncle is dying, I feel bad for him. But I really love the way he sweats and pant, haha, he is so awesome!!

Anonymous 8888 user: I guess it’s not just you who thinks so, the two people watching think so too.

Anonymous 100 user: It is most obvious that little Anubis is not wearing a crown, his ears and face are completely red. Haha, my uncle is really a killer.

Anonymous user: @100 How do you know who Anubis is looking at? Maybe he is looking at Set, ha ha ha, it doesn't matter who my uncle looks at as long as he doesn't look at him!

Qi Heng: “…?”

Silently move the live broadcast room screen behind your head.

For three whole days, Set had been helping him practice. Qi Heng couldn't help but ask, "Don't you need to practice? Your competition..."

After blocking the incoming attack, Qi Heng retreated with difficulty.

“For me, practicing for three days won’t make me any better, but practicing with you is a completely different story.

Look, in less than three days, little Qi Heng has made rapid progress."

Also...indeed.

He once again felt the sword against his neck, and on his back was Set's chest vibrating with pleasure.

"I won again, but I didn't bully you. I've let you go several times."

"Well, the adults are amazing."

Qi Heng took two breaths and praised sincerely.

The man behind me stopped smiling

"Oh my god, Xiao Qiheng, you have such a good temper, just like an elder. Obviously, I am older~"

Set threw the long sword that was a bit in the way at Anubis, and hugged Qi Heng's body. Seeing that the other party struggled for a few times, Set realized that it was strange for a man to hug another man and hurriedly explained.

"Don't get me wrong, I have normal sexual orientation, I'm just a little tired, let me lean on you."

It would be better if you don't explain, because explaining will only make things worse.

Horus flew to the arena with Anubis, who had put down his sword, and thrust Anubis between Set and Qi Heng.

"You can hold him when you are tired."

"Huh? Eagle cub, why haven't you left yet?!" Seth pressed down Anubis' head, which was blocking his view, with his chin, looking unhappy.

"I've heard about your swordsmanship and wanted to see it for myself, so I stayed." Horus said respectfully, and his men did not stop trying to pry away Set's hands that were hugging Qi Heng's waist.

"You can get out of here now after seeing this! What are you doing?! Why am I asking you?"

Seth hugged Qi Heng, and Anubis, who was sandwiched in the middle, had a strange expression on his face.

The young man turned around and looked at Qi Heng, who was sweating all over. The man's sweat also stained his back...

It didn't feel disgusting, but rather strange.

The feeling when the skin is pressed against my dad's is different.

Little Anubis was confused.

Horus pulled away Set's last finger and asked, "Are you harassing the believers?"

"Haha, if you don't leave, I don't mind leaving your life here.

It's no use even if Isis comes!"

The sand under the arena condensed into one strange-shaped snake after another, which opened their huge mouths and bared their teeth at Horus.

When the atmosphere was tense, Qi Heng patted Horus' arm.

"The competition will begin the day after tomorrow. Lord Set is very strong. You should go back and make more preparations."

Seeing that Set no longer hugged Qi Heng, Horus nodded.

"That makes sense..." He paused and held out his palm, where there was a scar.

"I accidentally scratched myself, can you help me treat it?"

Glancing at Set to make sure that he had no objection to his followers treating Horus, Qi Heng nodded.

"Yes, it's just a minor skin injury and will heal quickly."

A soft white light enveloped Horus' palm, and after three seconds the wound healed as before.

Horus clenched his fists and said, "Your healing ability is amazing. The magic potions made by my mother are far inferior to yours..." His tone did not reveal his joy or anger.

Seth's mouth was almost stretched to his ears.

"Oh, that's enough for you to know. You can leave now that your injury is healed."

This time, Horus was not given a chance to speak, as Feng Juan picked him up and threw him out of the armory.

"How do you feel about your strength recovery, Xiao Qiheng? Do you want to continue practicing?"

"You must be tired, sir? Since Anubis is on the stage, why not let him and I..."

"Why, you don't like my sparring method? But Anubis was raised this way, he can't be much stronger than me."

"Father, you can't just practice with Qi Heng blindly. Proper teaching is also important." Seeing that Qi Heng showed signs of being convinced by Set, Anubis couldn't help but speak.

"Really? Then you teach me this time and I'll see."

The rest of the day was spent in the armory.

His body recovered, but his mind was extremely exhausted. Qi Heng returned to his room and almost fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

At night, a dark shadow holding a weapon emerged from the bedside, initially with murderous intent.

But as the man on the bed turned over, most of his body under the quilt was exposed to the air, and the murderous aura stagnated slightly.

After a while, the tip of the knife that had pierced Qi Heng's neck was slowly pulled out, and the bloody hole was repaired by a divine power that did not belong to Qi Heng.

The black shadow stood at the head of the bed for a long time, and finally left.

Qi Heng, who was immersed in sleep, smacked his lips, with most of his legs pressed under the quilt and hugged tightly, completely unaware that he almost entered the underworld.

On the day of the competition, Seth went to the Hall of Judgment and stared at Qi Heng's neck.

He was wearing no crown and had loose red hair. His facial features were pretty but not feminine. Unfortunately, the murderous gloom on his face was even more eye-catching.

"Xiao Qiheng, what happened last night?"

Qi Heng shook his head in confusion, indicating that he slept soundly and nothing happened.

Seth thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "How about this, Xiao Qiheng will sleep with me from today on.

You still have to go to the hospital for treatment in the evening anyway, and it will be too late for you to go back after the treatment."

Are you so sure that you will get hurt? Qi Heng looked at Seth with a complicated look. For the first time, he felt that being a god was not an easy thing.

"…Yes."

It is indeed troublesome if there is a long distance between treatment and returning to your residence.

It would be better to stay in Set's chamber.

Well, there are plenty of small beds and couches here, enough for me to spend a few nights.