God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

"clatter."

In the deserted teaching building, crisp footsteps could be heard, echoing in the quiet space.

The young man held a stack of thick "graduation certificates" and stepped onto the rooftop of the teaching building. He reached out and pushed open the rusty iron door. With a "click", the iron door opened slowly, as if letting out a heavy sigh.

The sun shines through the clouds and shines on the young man, bringing a warm feeling.

He Ziyun thought to himself that perhaps because of the customs clearance, the originally dull and dim clouds gradually dissipated, and the sunshine occasionally stayed on him for a moment.

He walked to the edge of the dilapidated rooftop, put the "graduation certificate" in his hand aside casually, and his eyes were attracted by the scene below the rooftop.

If you ignore the remaining blood stains and body parts, Fengze Academy is quite impressive at a glance. If the principal was not greedy and morally corrupt, it should have become a good school. It might not be able to produce students with excellent academic performance, but it would at least allow students to grow up quietly and move to the next stage of their lives. .

He Ziyun stood on the edge of the rooftop, silently staring at the silent college below, and blinked slowly.

About five minutes later, he took out the pen he brought from the office from his pocket, lowered his head slightly, and started writing on the "Graduation Certificate."

"Jiang Jiang... Li Wei... Wang Jie... Lou Yi..."

The names of each student appeared on the graduation certificate with tears in their eyes.

It was as if the students who died in vain were crying out about their pain and collapse. If they had not entered Fengze College, they might not have excellent grades or noble moral character, but at least they would have had a precious life and would not have died so miserably.

At least you don't have to die.

As long as a person is alive, he is like a weak candle in the darkness. Even if his power is small, he still has the hope of pursuing light and living an ideal life.

There is no need to pursue glory, wealth or fame, as long as you can live a plain and happy life, just like drinking from a clear spring, allowing people to live peacefully and peacefully, that will be great.

He Ziyun looked through the specially brought roster attentively, like a teacher who loves his students, carefully describing each student's name.

There were so many students who died that He Ziyun's wrists were sore and swollen, but he still insisted on writing down the names of all the students.

As the young man wrote stroke by stroke, the thick gray clouds on the horizon gradually became thinner, as if they were split by a giant axe.

The originally weak sunlight seemed to be given life at this moment, jumping happily and flexibly, occupying every corner of the sky and swallowing up those dull gray clouds.

Although the temperature was slightly cool, as more and more sunlight fell on his body, He Ziyun's forehead began to ooze fine beads of sweat, like crystal clear pearls, ready to come out.

"drop……"

A bead of sweat was like a broken pearl, slowly sliding down the young man's cheek.

It splashes on the "Graduation Certificate" that is being written, just like the tears of joy that the owner of the name on the "Graduation Certificate" cried when he was alive, slowly soaking into the paper and condensing in that eternal moment.

Time passes slowly like fine sand in an hourglass.

At some point, the dark clouds shrouding the sky gradually dispersed. As He Ziyun wrote the name of the last student, the clouds completely disappeared, leaving only a blue sky and white clouds, as if cheering for this beautiful moment.

He Ziyun stopped writing, stared at the thick "graduation certificate" in front of him, and then gently rubbed his sore wrists.

He is not a "good guy" in the traditional sense, and what he is doing now is just a simple effort while he is waiting. There is no need to be pretentious, but...

The corners of He Ziyun's lips were raised slightly, like a crescent moon, and a trace of relief shone in his eyes.

...At this moment, he really hoped in his heart that the students who were imprisoned in the college would get the "freedom" they wanted during their lives.

"Freedom" is too precious to them.

"Click".

The iron door behind him was pushed open, and the crisp sound of rust breaking the young man's contemplation.

He was startled slightly and slowly turned his head.

The first thing that caught his eye was the curly hair that was as gorgeous as flames and as scarlet as blood, and the sharp, golden eyes that were as sharp as wild beasts.

The person who came was tall and tall, and his skin was as pale as flawless mutton-fat jade, so delicate that it was amazing. His facial features were as handsome as when they first met, but as cold as an ice sculpture. But this time, the faint impatience and vague love between his eyebrows were like a clear spring, diluting the aura that was not like a real person.

Guiwu, or in other words, the evil god Guiwu who has restored all his memories...

He is coming.

He Ziyun's eyelids drooped slightly, and the pen on his fingertips was like a nimble dancer. After a light turn, it slowly stopped between his fingertips. Then, he put the pen back into his breast pocket as if nothing had happened, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Long time no see." The young man squinted his eyes slightly, and the curve of his lips was like the most delicate flower in spring, soft and harmless: "Master Evil God."

The progress of Guiwu, known as the "Evil God", suddenly stopped.

He first stood there and stared quietly at the young man standing by the rooftop without saying a word, just looking at him until a blush like the sunset gradually appeared on his cheeks as white as porcelain.

Looking at He Ziyun opposite who suddenly blushed for some reason: "..."

Although I find it a bit strange, I have to say that good-looking people seem to look better when they blush.

He Ziyun's teasing thoughts deepened, and when he was about to speak, Gui Wu across from him suddenly spoke up.

"you,"

Gui Wu thought about his words, and he felt his cheeks were a little strangely hot, "Yun,"

Gui Wu said: "You don't need to call me sir."

He Ziyun, who expected to hear something: "..."

This time he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his already delicate eyebrows looked even more gentle and affectionate because of his smile.

"OK,"

The young man held back his smile, looked at the evil god who was still blushing in front of him, and pretended to be serious:

"Then what should I call you?"

Gui Wu was stunned for a few seconds, then he lowered his head and thought with some distress, and finally came to a conclusion.

"name."

Gui Wu said: "I hope you can call me by my name."

Gui Wu Gui Wu, this name did not exist when the two met for the first time. At that time, the young man was just a "fish meat" that was slaughtered after the estrus period was advanced. The sudden appearance of the "evil god" saved his precarious dignity.

"is it?"

He Ziyun's voice was as light as a mosquito or fly. He looked at Gui Wu with burning eyes and said with a smile:

"Then Guiwu, can you come closer to me?"

He expected that the person in front of him, perhaps a "god", would approach him without hesitation or scruple.