God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

He Ziyun patiently listened to all the male receptionist's words and finally understood what the other person meant.

After they entered the dungeon, at a certain point in time, the outside world suddenly couldn't see the pictures and sounds in the dungeon, and they couldn't even communicate.

And not just one copy, but all copies.

This sudden change was like an invisible high wall, isolating them from the "miracle". No wonder the male receptionist was so scared.

After all, before this, whether it was their status as anchors or as viewers, they were generally closely connected with "miracles".

but……

As He Ziyun who had just communicated with the Miracle Link Center, he didn't think this was a problem.

After all, Gui Wu is an extremely kind god.

These can be seen from the attributes of the characters in the copy.

A god who can still maintain his purity in an extremely malicious environment will most likely not let all human beings perish.

Of course, this may not necessarily be the case for a small number of people.

——For example, those nobles who should have been pulled down and trampled to death long ago.

The young man smiled when he thought of this, but then he realized that his smile was a bit inappropriate now, and turned into a slight cough.

He Ziyun suppressed the smile in his throat and soothed the male receptionist in front of him whose face turned from red to pale with fright. His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze:

"Don't worry, Miracle won't collapse."

The corners of the young man's mouth were raised high, revealing a strange calmness.

The male receptionist wanted to say something, but gradually relaxed under the other person's smile.

A very strange feeling came over me, but the male receptionist didn't feel anything was wrong. After realizing that he was still holding the other person, he took back his hand in embarrassment and apologized quietly.

He Ziyun didn't care. He comforted the male receptionist with a few gentle words, then smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves and politely said goodbye to the male receptionist.

The male receptionist was stunned for a moment, looking at the other person's retreating back. He didn't know where he came from, and suddenly shouted to the back:

"Mr. He!"

"Are you telling the truth?"

The young man walking away paused. He did not look back. He just waved his hand gently with his back to the male receptionist. The movement was light and gentle, as if a feather was falling.

"of course."

The young man's clear and soft voice was extremely clear in the courtyard: "I never lie."

——Except for certain special cases.

The male receptionist didn't know the hidden part in the young man's words. He only knew that after the young man finished speaking these words, his impetuous and flustered mood seemed to calm down a lot like the surface of a lake being smoothed.

"is that so……"

After He Ziyun walked away, the male receptionist stood there for a long time. It wasn't until a passing colleague stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder in confusion that he raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

My colleague is a sweet-looking, slender female beta. She has always had a cheerful personality. At the moment, she seems to be a bit melancholy because of certain things, but she seems to be quite cheerful.

"What's wrong? I think you've been here for a long time? Yes,"

The female beta hesitated for a moment, then approached the male receptionist and whispered:

"The anchor you're serving lost his temper?"

The male receptionist was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head: "No, no, I was just thinking about the miracle, and I was a little worried about it..."

The male receptionist stated his worries again, expecting to see the same worried expression on the other side, but when they looked at each other, he found that the female beta was not worried about it.

He was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the other person's expression at this moment.

"Sorry," the female beta also realized her indifference. She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, the pink tip of her tongue looming between her lips, like a shy little rabbit.

"It's not that I'm not worried, I just think that if the miracle really disappears, it wouldn't be so bad, right?"

The male receptionist stared at him with wide eyes and some shock.

The female beta didn't seem to notice his expression and thought to herself:

"You know,"

"I'm different from you. If it weren't for my grandma's medical expenses, I wouldn't want to live."

The female beta's tone was as calm as the water in a deep pool, and she was even smiling. A slight smile hung on her delicately made-up and sweet face, which looked so soft that people couldn't help but want to pinch it.

"Ah, by the way, I forgot that you still want to live well."

A few seconds later, the female beta patted her head as if she had a sudden realization, twisted her eyebrows with a headache, and sighed.

"Don't pay attention to what I say. We get off work early today, so we'd better go back early."

The female beta said the same thing as He Ziyun: "The miracle will not collapse, just relax."

How could a place that had existed for so long collapse so casually?

Female betas don’t think so.

The male receptionist opened his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but when he saw the back of his neck exposed by the scarf when he turned around, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

On the other party's neck, which should have been fair and tender, there were extremely obvious bruises and bruises, and even some bloody wounds.

"You..." The male receptionist's heart trembled when he saw it. When the female beta was about to leave, he said hesitantly:

"Does your neck still hurt?"

Hearing this, the female beta subconsciously adjusted the silk scarf around her neck, and her cheerful and smiling face suddenly became unnatural:

"fine."

She cleared her throat, tilted her head with a smile and said, "Isn't this what everyone in our profession is like?"

On the surface, it sounds like a "receptionist", but in fact it is to stabilize those anchors who are emotionally unstable or even prone to violence after coming out of the "dungeon".

The female beta said, narrowing her eyes and smiling, as if the bruises on her body were just insignificant injuries to her.

She didn't want to continue discussing the scars on her body. After saying this, she told the male receptionist that she had to leave beforehand.

The male receptionist was at a loss for words for a moment. He looked at the female beta's retreating back, his face was stunned, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Yes, it's all the same.

It's just that he's luckier, and he hasn't met any "clients" with weird and violent tempers so far...

It seems that he just needs to get used to it. After all, the salary is so high, it seems natural to suffer a little.

...but is it really so?

The male receptionist turned back and glanced at the hall not far away in the corridor where corpses and blood were strewn with corpses and blood. His eyes stayed for a moment among the people kneeling on the floor tiles crying, and his heart throbbed.

Yes, their lives seem to be pretty good already.

At least it's better than those who can't even survive.

Even just a little bit.