God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

At the same time that the curtain of the kitchen door was opened, Zhou Zeng swallowed physiologically and did not even dare to breathe.

There's nothing he can do about it, he's timid, and he's been told by countless people since he was little that he's not like an alpha.

Because Zhou Zeng has been scolded countless times this week.

He is just timid. Even if he could punch away the person who laughed at him, he would still be afraid.

But no matter how scared you are, there is nothing you can do. You have to keep your eyes open when you come in.

In the kitchen, in addition to the fat man leading the way, there was also a woman in an apron who was hunched over and stirring something.

The woman's hearing seemed to be poor. The sound of the two people walking into the kitchen was loud. She still turned her back and continued to stir the contents in the pot with her head lowered.

Unlike Zhou Zeng's imagination of a kitchen full of cat corpses, neither the stove nor the whitewashed walls felt bloody.

The premise is that Zhou Zeng ignored the rows of cat heads hanging by the window.

But this was still within the acceptable range for Zhou Zeng.

Seeing his surroundings clearly, Zhou Zeng finally dared to breathe, but he suddenly inhaled a large mouthful of rich bloody stench, which almost made him faint.

The fat man didn't speak to the woman. He directly put the bowl and chopsticks in his hand on the table, walked to the woman and whispered something.

The woman nodded slowly, took out two bowls from the side, then lowered her head to stir the soup, "The soup is ready."

Zhou Zeng behind him was startled by her voice.

The woman's voice seemed to be broken, and she was mute every inch of her voice. To people's ears, there was a sound like fingernails rubbing against cardboard, which gave rise to goosebumps.

The fat man took the two new bowls of soup handed over by the woman, took out two new ones from the fire roasting nearby and put them in the bowl. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Zeng:

"Do you see clearly?"

Zhou Zeng nodded: "Boss, the boss is honest..."

Zhou Zeng agreed casually, and happened to meet the woman who turned around behind the fat man and looked over.

The woman's face was pale, her eyes were blue, and her lips were pursed tightly. When she saw Zhou Zeng, she suddenly smiled with her mouth slightly open.

A stream of viscous black liquid slowly flowed down the corner of the woman's mouth, and fell into the steaming soup pot as if it had nerves.

Zhou Zeng's expression changed, and he pinched his palms tightly to hold back the scream that was about to come out.

[Fuck, fuck, I, I, I, vomited]

[What’s going on with this woman? Damn it! What's in her mouth? So disgusting]

[Don’t think those people in the hall in front drink this kind of black liquid? 】

[It's still spit out from people's mouths...]

[Jiu Min, I just happened to be eating because of my pig addiction...]

Sensing that something was wrong with Zhou Zeng, the fat man's eyes changed, he turned his head and followed Zhou Zeng's line of sight, and frowned:

"What are you looking at?"

Zhou Zeng suddenly came back to his senses: "Nothing, just taking a look."

The fat man didn't know whether he believed it or not. He frowned and said coldly: "The fire and soup have been changed, let's go out."

Just a second before the two were about to go out, Zhou Zeng couldn't help but look back.

The woman who was still standing by the soup pot was still looking at him, her empty eyes without any brilliance, but her eyes were jumping up and down quickly like marbles, almost bulging out of their sockets.

The next second, an eyeball made a "pop" sound, and fell straight into the soup pot next to it with the sticky nerve blood behind the eyeball!

Zhou Zeng was so frightened that he almost jumped up and hurriedly ran outside behind the fat man.

Damn it, after watching it for a while he had to spit it out again!

.........

Behind him was the noisy and bloody street, but the boy seemed to be unable to hear the sound, grabbing the young man's hand and repeating:

"Brother, it's time for us to go home."

To be fair, He Ziyun didn't resent the other person calling him brother, and even occasionally speculated on how Ah Wu would view this memory when he regained his memory and became an evil god.

But what Ah Wu said was too strange.

For He Ziyun himself, the better the attitude of the dungeon NPC towards him, which means that the conditions for him to find clues and clear the level will drop again and again.

Vera from the last copy is a living example.

Of course, leaving aside the loss of the white-robed priest.

He Ziyun ignored the grievance and slight hint of panic in the young man's tone, and sighed with some trepidation.

"But I just ordered something to eat and haven't finished it yet—"

Before he finished speaking, the hand that had only gently held the young man's hand clenched suddenly, and Ah Wu's black eyes, half covered by his hair, were blank for a few seconds.

"Can't!"

Ah Wu's shoulders began to shake, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You can't eat the food here!"

The tall young man couldn't stop trembling. He raised his head and stared at the confused young man, his finger bones turning white: "Brother, can you tell me what you want to eat?"

"I will do it for you..."

He Ziyun was really confused this time. He tried to break away from the young man's hand, but he couldn't.

Of course he wouldn't eat the food in the restaurant, and he only came in for the dungeon clues, but Ah Wu didn't know that he thought he really wanted to eat.

However, although cat meat is no longer part of the diet, it existed as a meal for humans a long time ago, although many people do not agree...

But what will happen if you eat cat meat?

Why is Ah Wu so scared.

Yes, Ah Wu is afraid.

He Ziyun could clearly feel Ah Wu's panic and fear when he heard that he wanted to eat cat meat.

What is he afraid of?

He Ziyun couldn't understand.

Just as he was about to ask, he was interrupted——

"Guest, what are you doing at the door?"

The fat man's voice came from behind. Different from the gentle voice he pretended to have before, the coldness in his tone was no longer hidden.

He Ziyun's eyebrows moved slightly, and when he was about to respond, Ah Wu pulled him behind him.

The young man was stunned and looked up at the back of the young man standing in front of him.

The fat man's voice paused, and he looked at the young man in front of him with fear and disgust in his eyes:

"Awu, what are you doing?"

Ah Wu stared at him, his thick eyelashes fluttering: "Don't try to trick him."

The boy's hoarse voice was mixed with a hint of possessiveness: "He is mine."

The fat man was obviously a little afraid of Ah Wu, his plump lips twitched, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and impatience.

He was still a little unwilling to give in. Looking at He Ziyun who was blocked by the young man, he shouted loudly: "Guest! Don't you really want to try it? It's really delicious!"

He Ziyun, who was shouted at, bit his lower lip at the right time. He blinked, gently tugged on the corner of Ah Wu's clothes, and said in a low voice:

"Awu, things have been ordered -"

"No! We don't eat his food!"

Ah Wu continued to refuse.

He Ziyun sighed and looked at the fat man with guilty eyes: "Sorry, boss, he won't let me eat."

Fat man: "..."