God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

I don’t know when, the seemingly non-existent black mist gradually enveloped the surrounding layers. Everything in the clouds, on the branches, on the surface of the ground... everything was wrapped in a black mist, like a wild beast trapping its prey... …

He Ziyun stopped about five steps away from the man.

He looked deeply at the man not far away with his harmless eyes, showed a bright smile, and said in a soft voice:

"You showed up."

The young man had no doubts, but was sure.

The evil god leaning against the door looked at him, his face pale and handsome, with a coldness that was not human.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was a little confused: "You shouldn't be able to see it from this distance."

At night, even if Lu Wu's consciousness was close to nothing and his entire pupils were wrapped in gold, it would not be able to be seen clearly.

【ah? ah? ah? ah? what? What? Am I blind? 】

[No, no, isn’t Teacher Lu the innocent version of the gentle scum with black leather glasses? Why did I suddenly become cold and white-skinned hahahaha]

【Why? What on earth are you looking at? 】

[Speaking of which, I’m starting to get a little curious now. Why do I feel like every NPC my wife meets looks a bit alike! 】

[As for the dungeon, you have to let NPCs work together, right? 】

【...Is this also okay? 】

The barrage is full of nonsense, and the protagonist on the screen has no idea.

Facing the evil god's question, the young man laughed out loud:

"No need to get close, you and them are not the same."

As the dungeon time increased, He Ziyun could realize that each clone of "him" was gradually possessing human emotions, sorrows and joys. Apart from being too simple, it had no other shortcomings.

But after all, he was a god-level evil god, and He Ziyun could still feel the gap between "him" and his "clone".

Colder and more silent, if the "clones"'s feelings for him were already within the category of lovers, then "he"'s interest in him should be about half higher than that of ordinary people.

Only more than half...

He Ziyun's chest was beating slightly, and traces of irritability and discomfort were like insects gnawing at his heart, which was sour and numb that it made people uncomfortable.

The evil god was even more curious. Unlike others, he could smell the floral fragrance emanating from the young man. It was the strong fragrance of roses entwined with thorny vines and thorns.

A strong fragrance that is enough to captivate people's hearts.

The tip of the Evil God's nose twitched slightly, and he raised his feet and took a step forward unhurriedly.

The distance between the two became closer.

He Ziyun looked at "him" walking towards him without saying a word, with a smile on his face.

Until the opponent's tall figure cast a shadow, and he happened to be caged in it.

"What are you thinking about?"

The evil god lowered his head and looked at the young man's face. His face was so pale that it was inhuman, calm and curious:

"I feel your irritation and worry."

There was a bit of confusion on his face, "It seems to be related to me."

He Ziyun: "..."

His smiling face cracked and quickly recovered.

The young man slowly raised his eyes, his almost transparent pupils were deep and cold: "Lord Evil God, it seems that you shouldn't peek into other people's thoughts at will."

Sensing the displeasure in the young man's words, the Evil God wisely stopped visiting and instead apologized neatly:

"Sorry, I'm used to it."

He Ziyun: "..."

He really didn't expect this answer.

After all, the evil god is completely different from other "clones". He Ziyun can still remember the scene when he first met "him".

He was tortured by the heat period and was like a puddle of mud, but the other party just looked at him condescendingly, and even the gaze on him revealed the scrutiny and curiosity of the lower-ranking person.

It's not much different from the way humans occasionally stop to watch when they see ants moving.

He Ziyun was certain that the other person definitely didn't take him seriously at first. Maybe in the other person's eyes, he just casually reached out and saved a "stray dog" that was on the verge of death.

Such speculation makes people even more irritated.

He Ziyun gritted his teeth slightly and turned his head to avoid the evil god's continuing gaze, "Do you have any memory?"

He will have those memories about what happened in the three copies...

The evil god paused. He looked at the top of the young man's head, and his eyes were gradually drawn to the other person's chin. Above that, he saw the young man's pink lips under the moonlight.

The beautifully shaped Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the evil god felt the discomfort of dry mouth and tongue for the first time, and even the color of his eyes turned into a thicker golden sand.

Is this what humans call desire?

He lowered his eyes and stared at the young man, forcing himself to look away: "What do you want me to remember?"

It was a pity that He Ziyun had no intention of raising his head at this moment, so he missed the changes in "him" at this moment.

The evil god's words were not the answer the young man had expected. He slightly concealed the heaviness in his chest, lowered his eyes and smiled:

"Of course, it would be best if you could remember."

"But I think, even if you have no memory now -"

He Ziyun smiled and licked his lips, dyeing them with a layer of water:

"I believe that in the not-too-distant future, you will definitely remember every moment of getting along with me."

Even as a human being, it is impossible to leave one's own memory alone, let alone a god, right?

He Ziyun thinks that he has a good relationship with his "doppelganger", although he does occasionally and inadvertently use a little bit of the other person's identity to facilitate his actions.

But he doesn't see anything wrong with that.

The young man's answer seemed to have touched the evil god's blind spot. He paused blankly for several seconds. When he came to his senses, he had already grabbed the young man's chin and lifted his face up.

The cold white face, the slender neck, the light eyes with a cold smile under the thick and long eyelashes, the white earlobes vaguely exposed under the dark hair...

Unlike the young man's delicate and fragile face, although his eyes were smiling, there was a sense of danger that was sharp enough to hurt someone.

boom.

bang bang.

Bang bang bang!

The evil god looked at the other person's face and seemed to hear the beating sound of his own heart that had not moved for a long time, almost harsh.

He Ziyun, whose chin was pinched, remained motionless. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the person who exposed the fatal position was not him.

"Lord Evil God, do you remember this?"

The young man's tone was soft and sticky, with a hint of temptation left unintentionally, and his lips pursed slightly:

"Last night, not far from here, your clone could—"

His words ended with the god leaning down.

The cold breathing hit his face, blocking the young man's deliberate seduction.

As their lips and tongues entangled, under the seemingly harmless human skin of the evil god, a trace of inhuman, dangerous oppression, full of madness and aggression slowly leaked out.

It was like the black mist that had wrapped around the young man's body at some point.