God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Gui Wu lowered his head and looked at Zhuzhu, who was leaning on the young man's chest. Zhuzhu's whole body became cold as he looked at her, and then he looked away.

"who is she?"

asked the white-robed priest.

"..." He Ziyun didn't understand what the current scene meant, and his scalp was numb: "Child."

"Ten years old."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Ziyun froze on the spot. .

What is he explaining now? !

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

[Jiu Min, I feel embarrassed for my wife]

[Really, my wife’s neck is red. I don’t know whether it’s embarrassment or shock.]

[Be braver upstairs, shy]

[Hahahahaha, but this conversation is real, I feel like my wife was taken away by the priest]

[It doesn’t matter, their faces are good-looking, even if they are embarrassed, to round things off, hehehe, the children they gave birth to are also good-looking! 】

[Do you want to see what you are discussing? ! 】

[Ahem, green live broadcast room, civilize you and me]

Gui Wu could just see the blush spreading on the young man's neck. He pursed his lips and felt his mouth was dry: "What's wrong with your neck?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked as if he wanted to get closer to the young man's neck.

He Ziyun was startled and staggered back.

The white-robed priest watched his movements, grabbed Zhuzhu's collar and lifted him aside, his silver-white eyes full of doubts.

He Ziyun: "..."

For the first time, he felt ashamed and annoyed, and bit his lower lip. The sweet smell of blood instantly filled his mouth, calming the young man's thoughts.

After carrying Zhuzhu aside, Guiwu's mood instantly improved a lot. He moved closer to the young man and was about to speak when he saw the blood stains remaining on the corner of the other man's mouth.

The white-robed priest was startled. When He Ziyun didn't react, he reached out and pinched the other person's chin, frowning: "Why is it bleeding?"

"..." He Ziyun moved his chin away uncomfortably, "It's nothing."

[The confused look in the priest's eyes is a foul! 】

[These two people are really in the same frame, which makes people want to fight to death]

[Zhuzhu: Is there no one speaking up for me? 】

[Pfft, hahahaha, I almost forgot about her]

Zhuzhu walked to the altar expressionlessly and squatted down, completely ignoring the two strange adults behind her.

He Ziyun really didn't want to be so weird anymore. He avoided Gui Wu's sight and walked towards the altar.

"It's time for us to make a wish."

The young man reminded.

The white-robed priest behind him lowered his eyes, looked at the hand that had just touched the young man's chin with some disappointment, and hummed.

When the two of them walked to the altar at the same time, Guiwu didn't stand aside like he did when he made a wish with the others at the beginning.

Instead, he walked next to He Ziyun, opened the hem of his robe, and sat down on his knees under the young man's confused gaze.

"He Ziyun."

The white-robed priest turned his head to look at him, his snow-like eyelashes trembling, "What wish do you want to make?"

He Ziyun was startled, then raised a smile skillfully: "What the priest means -"

The young man tilted his head slightly, his light-colored eyes shining like glass under the bright light: "Can any wish I make come true?"

He just said it casually, but the white-robed priest opposite him nodded directly.

Gui Wu looked at him: "Okay."

"You can make whatever wish you want."

He Ziyun looked away somewhat distractedly, and said in a firm tone: "Then I will make a wish."

The white-robed priest did not stop him this time. He just watched as He Ziyun closed his eyes and began to make a wish. His silver-white eyes gradually fell into chaos, golden pupils intertwined with silver-white, and even his skin began to lose color.

Zhuzhu next to her was the first to realize that something was wrong. She glanced at the white-robed priest with his back turned to her in fear. She gritted her teeth but still did not dare to step forward to remind He Ziyun who was unaware.

It should be fine...

Zhuzhu was a little uneasy.

The relationship between the two of them seems to be very good, and everything should be fine...

He Ziyun naturally saw nothing with his eyes closed. He was in a state similar to being empty at the moment. There was also an indistinguishable male and female voice in his ears, constantly asking him what his wish was.

The young man did not hesitate: "I want to know how a world like "another world" came into being. "

The male and female voices were indistinguishable for a moment, and the original ethereal tone became much closer in an instant: "Are you sure you want to make this wish?"

He Ziyun: "OK."

The sound disappeared.

He Ziyun waited patiently for a few minutes, but the surroundings were silent, as if he was in an independent and silent space, hearing nothing.

The young man frowned and opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, the large areas of darkness in front of him slowly disappeared, and white spots of light surged up like whirlpools.

"I don't want to die! I have so much, cough, cough, so much money. Why should I die?"

The man screamed in pain, coughing several times after speaking a few words, his voice trembling and unable to maintain his tone.

He Ziyun lowered his head subconsciously, and happened to see a man kneeling on the ground, looking haggard and emaciated. He was raising his head at the moment, and his fingers were intertwined with tears streaming down his face.

"I am willing, ahem, I am willing to use everything, ahem, everything, in exchange for my ahem, eternal life..."

"If you are really a god, cough, save me... cough, save me..."

Even though this man was so ill that he was beyond recognition, He Ziyun still saw something familiar on his face.

It's the count.

As the young man recognized the count's face, the painful man in front of him began to break from his face, falling down layer by layer like a lens being shattered.

The screen resets.

"why?"

The slender young man knelt beside the altar. He looked up at his face that had been scratched countless times, with a lot of blood dripping from the wounds: "Why am I a man..."

"I was supposed to be a woman..."

The boy cried softly: "They beat me, scolded me and even ruined my face. They said I was a pervert and told me to die. Why? Did I do anything wrong?"

"Tell me, did I do something wrong?! Should I die?!"

"Why should I die? Why don't they die..."

The boy's face also began to break, falling off piece by piece, twisting together again, and new faces appeared.

The haggard woman knelt on the ground. In front of her was a girl's head covered in blood. She hugged the head and cried loudly: "Why is it not that scumbag who died!"

"He deserves to die, he deserves to die, he deserves to die! I want, I want to cut off his flesh piece by piece! I want him to eat his own flesh in one bite! He will never be reincarnated!"

"..."

The delicate and sweet woman knelt on the ground crazily: "Why? I'm not good enough to him? I've given him everything, why should I go to someone else?"

"..."

The picture kept changing, and finally settled on a tall man.

The man was kneeling on the ground, his head and face covered in blood, and even his breathing seemed to be full of blood.

He lowered his head and held a broken spear in his hand: "I, I am willing to use everything I have in exchange for my brothers to come back to life..."

"God...if you hear me...please promise me..."

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