God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Zhuzhu frowned, but she obeyed. Knowing that the young man was not in good health, she directly slid down along the young man's relaxed strength, and soon her feet touched the ground.

The weight on his body suddenly decreased, and He Ziyun relaxed a lot in an instant. The hands under the cloak rested on Zhuzhu's shoulders as if they were helpless, and his fingers curled up slightly.

So annoying...

He Ziyun narrowed his eyes, feeling a little weak.

omega! omega! omega! Why on earth does the omega gender appear...

At this moment, He Ziyun noticed a line of sight suddenly fixed on him.

To be precise, it was the position on his chest.

The annoyance in his mind disappeared instantly. The young man used the cover of his cloak to look around, but he didn't notice anyone staring at him.

Except...the legion commander?

He Ziyun's breathing stagnated slightly, and the hand on Zhuzhu's shoulder tightened instantly.

The legion commander stood there, tall and burly, and the armor and steel all over his body shone with a frightening cold light in the dim light. Nothing was exposed, but He Ziyun felt it.

The commander of the legion was looking at the beads on his chest.

Thinking that Zhuzhu was a "sacrifice" sacrificed by the legion commander, He Ziyun couldn't help but think more about it.

Could it be said that there is a connection between the person who made the wish and the abandoned "sacrifice"?

Fortunately, the feeling of being stared at did not last long. After about thirty seconds, the legion commander withdrew his gaze.

The so-called "sacrifice" at the altar also continued into the second stage.

The white-robed priest reached out and opened his hood, his long silver-white hair flowing down, and even his eyelashes shone with a strange, holy and eerie light under the light.

He Ziyun heard the gasps of the three female anchors in front of him.

[Holy shit, shit, shit, really, I haven’t read any books. Every time I read The Priest and His Wife, I instantly become illiterate.]

[Forgive me, I can only say one thing, why do you look so awesome?]

[Maybe we are all idiots? ! 】

【Refined version or muddy version?】

[It looks really good, hehehe, I think the priest and his wife look better together]

[It’s a pity that the priest is an NPC in the dungeon, and I’ve already been defeated before the CP started]

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【I also】

[Is it my imagination? Why do I feel like the priest just glanced at my wife? 】

【Have it? Why did not I see? 】

He Ziyun and the barrage speculated whether their eyesight was dazzled, but He Ziyun, as the protagonist, could see it clearly.

When Gui Wu lifted up his cloak, his eyes like fresh snow suddenly glanced towards where he was hiding, and even bent slightly, almost invisible, before retracting them.

Paired with his otherworldly indifference, there was actually a suffocating allure.

He Ziyun always felt that he was being teased: "..."

His eyebrows moved slightly, and the same strange throbbing as before appeared in his heart. He always felt that something was strange.

Gui Wu thought he calmly withdrew his gaze, but the smile on his lips became more and more joyful. He lowered his eyes and looked at the four people kneeling beside the altar, and said, "You can open your eyes now."

The white-robed priest spoke calmly: "Recite your wish silently to the gods three times."

"As long as you can give enough and have a firm wish, the gods will hear you and send blessings."

After Gui Wu finished saying this, he took the lead in looking up at the statue.

The four people kneeling beside the altar opened their eyes at the same time. At this time, they clasped their hands in front of their chests. The eyes they opened were all white, and the black pupils were almost thinned into slits. Looking at it suddenly, the eyes seemed to have disappeared. the difference.

【A bit scary】

[Really or not, I feel a bit like cataracts? 】

[...Stop talking upstairs, I want to laugh instantly]

【The atmosphere of terror is gone】

He Ziyun in the corner also raised his head silently, his eyes fixed on the white-robed priest without blinking.

After the other party took off his cloak, his face was really tempting. His long silver hair floated on his back and made him look even more celestial. If he wasn't doing something similar to "cult propaganda"...

After coming back to his senses, He Ziyun realized that his eyes were too much on Gui Wu. He gritted his back teeth slightly and looked away.

In the blink of an eye, He Ziyun missed the sight of Gui Wu's eyes changing color.

The moment the white-robed priest's original silvery eyes saw the statue, they instantly shattered into a mess of twisted colors. Silvery white and molten gold mixed together, almost blurring the entire eye socket into an indistinct hole.

At the same time, the four people beside the altar vomited a large mouthful of blood at the same time and leaned precariously on the ground to support their bodies.

The earl was okay, he only vomited a small mouthful of blood, but he could barely hold on and gasp for breath.

The old butler was miserable. He was old. Even though his body had mutated a lot, he still couldn't hold himself up. He couldn't hold himself steady during the dizziness and fell directly into the altar.

The next second, screams came from the altar.

In the flawless white altar, the water was quickly dyed red with blood. A strong smell of blood mixed with a strange aroma hit their faces. Everyone present took a big sip, and their hands and feet were instantly paralyzed and unable to move.

He Ziyun was no exception, but he noticed it early. He held his breath after taking just a small sip, and felt only a little bit of numbness and discomfort all over his body.

Yang Jingshu, who was beside the altar, quickly grabbed Ran Ran, who was about to fall down, and hugged him over, whispering: "Wake up—"

Before she finished speaking, Yang Jingshu's eyes suddenly changed when she saw the old housekeeper who instantly turned into blood inside the altar. She endured the paralysis of her limbs and pulled Fang Ran back a few steps.

In just a few seconds, the water in the altar, where the bloody and broken limbs could still be seen, became crystal clear again, and no trace of blood foam could be seen.

The old housekeeper, a living person, just disappeared.

The count's already pale face began to turn blue. He stared at Yang Jingshu, who was already several steps away from the edge of the altar, with sinister eyes: "How could you, how could you resist!"

The earl screamed hoarsely and spat out blood from his throat again. This time, the blood was mixed with some rotten internal organs that had turned black, and the stench was overwhelming.

When he saw the internal organs mixed with blood, the earl's eyes almost dripped with blood: "The Earl's Mansion provides you with delicious food and drink! You don't even know how to repay your kindness..."

As he spoke, scarlet blood mist spread from the earl's body, and the excitement mixed with it was several times heavier than before, sweeping towards the two of them!

Yang Jingshu's eyes were solemn, and the arm holding Fang Ran turned into a steel chain at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The chains quickly twisted and twisted together to form an iron tower similar to a cage, wrapping the two of them inside.