God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

"Are you sure?"

The receptionist responsible for receiving the anchor looked at the young man standing in front of him in disbelief, his throat rolling.

"The information from "Miracles" is just like an inquiry, and you can completely refuse it. "

However, in just three days, the receptionist couldn't believe that someone would enter the live broadcast room copy for the second time in such a short period of time.

After three days, let alone other things, it is unknown whether the spirit has recovered, let alone entering the dungeon.

The receptionist had reason to suspect that the young man had lost his mind.

The receptionist looked like he was looking at a weirdo, but the "wonderful" himself didn't notice it at all:

"I know I can say no,"

He Ziyun was leaning against the door, the ends of his freshly washed hair still dripping with water stains, soaking the fabric on his shoulders, showing an indistinct flesh color.

"But entering the live broadcast room in advance is within the scope allowed by the "miracle", isn't it? "

The receptionist was stunned. He opened his mouth and then swallowed his words. In short, if others wanted to "seek death", he was not qualified to say anything.

"Good luck to you."

After the receptionist gave a sincere blessing, he turned and left after getting He Ziyun's consent that he didn't need help.

He Ziyun, who was leaning against the door, looked at his retreating back, and after a while he reached out and closed the door.

"Click."

Before the door closed, Yang Jingshu, who happened to walk over to enter the instance, was startled at the same time.

"Sister Jing."

Fang Ran looked up at Yang Jingshu in surprise and said hesitantly:

"Is that anchor who closed down just now He Ziyun?"

Yang Jingshu also saw it and nodded slightly: "It's him."

Fang Ran was shocked, "What's going on? Didn't he just come out of the "miracle" two days ago? According to time, he should still have a long rest time..."

There were quite a few anchors passing by in the corridor. A few of them were walking in a hurry and had grim faces, but most of them were dragging their feet slowly towards their live broadcast rooms. There was a sense of struggle that they were unwilling to enter the live broadcast room too early.

Yang Jingshu was also a little confused. She pondered for a moment and suddenly pulled Fang Ran's arm hanging by her side and whispered: "Let's go quickly."

After saying that, Fang Ran pulled the other party and ran quickly to their respective live broadcast rooms in a somewhat confused state.

When they arrived, Fang Ran's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She put her hands on her hips and panted, looking at Yang Jingshu next door, and asked her doubts:

"Sister Jing, why are you leaving so fast?"

Yang Jingshu's face was not red and she was out of breath. She opened the door sideways and looked at Fang Ran:

"Anchors who enter the dungeon at the same time have a high probability of gathering in one dungeon."

Fang Ran was startled, thinking of He Ziyun who flashed past a certain room just now: "So, Sister Jing, what do you mean?"

Yang Jingshu's eyelids drooped slightly: "I want to see if we can enter the same dungeon as He Ziyun."

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At the same time, the young man who was already lying on the sofa moved himself into a very comfortable position and slowly pressed the "switch" hidden in the corner of his eye.

The nearly transparent light screen flashed in front of the eyes for several seconds, completely tiled in front of the young man.

After looking at the current data in the background for a while, He Ziyun's fingers rested on that and the popularity value that was called a "huge" at the beginning.

He thought about it and realized that he really didn't seem to have used his popularity points to buy anything in the dungeon. Even the time to use props and skills is minimal.

Isn't this bad?

The young man thought for a while and decided to use more popularity points and skills depending on the situation in the next dungeon.

Of course, this must only be allowed if the circumstances within the copy allow it.

Extravagance and waste are the most undesirable.

After checking all the data, He Ziyun stopped looking around. He swiped his fingers on the light screen in front of him and pressed the button to start the copy.

The familiar system female voice sounded in the room again.

【Ding! 】

[Anchor information has been loaded successfully...]

[Anchor He Ziyun has entered the game... Please pay attention to the game interface notification! 】

[100 anchors have been gathered, and the copy is being searched...]

100 anchors? !

At the same time as this number appeared, He Ziyun, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and his original calmness was instantly replaced by heavy shock.

What kind of copy will have a hundred anchors?

Confusing thoughts rolled through the young man's mind, making his scalp tingle with excitement.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

【warn! The copy "Shenzhengege" is loading... All anchors please pay attention...]

【3】

【2】

【1】

The feeling of weightlessness swept through the whole body, interrupting the thoughts in the young man's mind and falling into a dizzy darkness.

[Anchor He Ziyun has started broadcasting]

Before the dungeon started, the barrage of barrages started going crazy.

【what? 】

【what? 】

【ah? ! 】

【Ah ah ah? ! ! 】

【What the hell? Didn’t my wife just start broadcasting for three days? Starting broadcast again so soon? 】

[Is there something wrong with "Miracle"? 】

[Impossible, "Miracle" has never had any mistakes in all these years. This kind of thing has never happened. What is going on now? 】

[Let’s just say, is there a possibility that my wife agreed to the “miracle” to invite him to enter the dungeon in advance? 】

【…】

[...can understand, but cannot understand]

[Although I really want to see my wife's skin, the copy will really kill me]

[I don’t understand either. What is my wife thinking? 】

【…】

He Ziyun, who was in a coma, didn't see anything. He seemed to be imprisoned in something at the moment. His throat hurt with every breath he took. He wanted to wake up but couldn't.

Until a hand slapped the young man's back violently, causing him to swell with blood and retching. Something spurted out from his throat, and his stomach felt a dull pain.

At the same time, He Ziyun's vision and sense of smell gradually recovered. He opened his eyes with tears in his eyes, only to find that there was heavier darkness in front of him, with no light at all.

The air was filled with a disgusting stench, the smell of sweat, blood, and even human excretion... the smell together could almost kill someone.

And now, He Ziyun's hands and feet were tied with ropes. He could only lie on the ground and squirm in vain, unable to do anything.

What is this place?

He Ziyun held his breath, and in his confused thoughts, he suddenly thought of the hand that slapped him just now.

Wait, does this mean he's not the only one around? !

As if to verify the young man's idea, a hoarse female voice came from behind him, and at the same time, the latter groped the young man's back.

"Are you OK?"

The female voice patted his back in the dark:

"Why can I choke even after eating..."