God's Gift

Xiaoou lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The air became quiet again, and Yu Youyou didn't say anything else. She sat next to Xiaoou and continued to piece together the seagull puzzle.

Xiaoou watched Yu Youyou place the seagull's eyes on the seagull's buttocks. After a few seconds, he silently picked out the fragment and placed it in the correct place. Then he asked:

"Are you really not going to save that person?"

Yu Youyou placed the seagull's beak on the gull's claws again and asked, "Didn't you say he was hopeless?"

"From a realistic point of view, he is indeed beyond saving." Xiaoou once again restored the fragments that Yu Youyou had randomly placed.

"But the chances are not 100 percent. There are many medical miracles recorded in medical history. Maybe a miracle will happen to him."

The sun above the desert gradually sets in the west. The sunset is like a bucket of orange-red paint that was accidentally spilled. The spilled paint spreads wantonly in the sky, dyeing the white clouds and the blue sky into fiery red.

The light falling on the puzzle pieces was like fire, dyeing the seagull's white tail feathers red.

Yu Youyou put the last piece of the puzzle together and then replied with a smile: "It seems like a miracle is really about to happen."

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The smell of damp earth mixed with the smell of blood filled Fang Ziang's nostrils.

He didn't know how long he had been lying in this tunnel.

The academy uniform was soaked with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was the moisture from the soil or his own sweat.

Fang Ziang felt like he was being placed on a bonfire, the high heat of the flames baking away the moisture in his body. It was also like he was abandoned in an ice field, the cold coming in waves in between the heat.

The extreme heat and cold tore at his consciousness. Fang Ziang's lips became dry and cracked. Lack of water made his consciousness even more dizzy. The heart in his chest seemed to sense the foreshadowing of death and began to beat faster as if calling for help.

The sound of rats gnashing their teeth came from behind the mud wall, and darkness and death enveloped Fang Ziang.

It would be easier to end it with a single blow than waiting for death in despair like this.

Fang Ziang opened his eyes somewhat disappointedly, but all he saw was still darkness.

This reminded Fang Ziang of the dark, damp and cold tomb outside Gusu City.

After he entered the tomb, he was soon free from the trial.

But after that, he couldn't help but wonder, how Ajin, who was buried alive in the tomb, waited for death every minute and every second in such a damp and dark tomb?

There was so much rain in Gusu City, and the tomb was extremely dilapidated, so it must have leaked. If it leaked, it would definitely be colder and damper than this tunnel.

No wonder Ajin is so afraid of water.

Fang Ziang laughed weakly, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice.

Why think so much? It's just a test.

It's not true.

wrong……

Fang Ziang closed his eyes and laughed muffledly, his chest rising and falling with his laughter, and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

I almost forgot what Lu Keming said.

The trial is fake, but those small worlds are all real.

Ajin really existed.

But so what...

She was just using him and she didn't like him.

She doesn't like him.

And that was Fang Ling, what does it have to do with him, Fang Ziang.

It was just a dream. After waking up, everything in the dream was forgotten.

He was still the lazy, cowardly young master of the Fang family, with average strength, and he loved to slack off and chase Ye Li all day long...

Forget it...

Now he doesn't pursue Ye Li anymore. He can't compete with Shen Minghua anyway, so forget it.

Fang Ziang swallowed a mouthful of blood, letting the taste of rust spread in his throat, and laughed to himself.

It seems that we have to add one more crime to his list.

He is the young master of the Fang family who is idle, afraid of death... and indecisive.

He used to run around chasing Ye Li like a dog-skin plaster, which even moved him and made him think that he was a man with deep feelings.

It seems to be just like that now.

He is a man of two minds.

And what was Ning Jin? She wasn't his type. When he was pursuing Ye Li, he was passionate and ardent. Whether Ye Li accepted or not, he would bravely pester her.

That being said, he doesn't have much feelings for Ning Jin.

He definitely didn't like her that much, otherwise why would he become such a timid mouse? He liked someone for more than ten years but didn't dare to take the initiative to meet her. He could only give her gifts cautiously. He didn't have the manliness of a real man at all.

And as long as she didn't want to, he didn't even dare to appear in front of her to get in her way. It was shameful for him, a great young master, to become so humble, and to blush and feel confused because of someone's eyes or words.

I also picked peach blossoms for her and gave her calligraphy and paintings...

How could he not like her?

A hot tear suddenly fell from Fang Ziang's eyes.

He finally couldn't help it, covered his face and cried out.

In the dark tunnel, Fang Ziang's sobbing voice continued to echo until he cried to exhaustion and was out of breath.

The coldness came again, and he couldn't help but tremble and clench his teeth, enduring the pain in his body. The blood overflowing from his mouth dyed his white teeth red.

He is still most afraid of death.

What's love? It's not as important as your own life.

He won't be stupid next time and will never do such a thing as risking his life to save others.

Fang Ziang curled up his body, his hot face pressed against the wet mud, his vision becoming increasingly blurred. He sat up straight, panting, waiting for yet another death.

It is better to die early and be reborn early.

While Fang Ziang was comforting himself, a little white light suddenly appeared at the end of the tunnel. The white light bounced on the soil, making a murmuring sound, and gradually approached Fang Ziang.

"Found it, found it!"

"It turns out to be here!"

Zhufu stepped on Fang Ziang's cheek with his soft feet and jumped lightly. He looked at his closed eyes and asked his companion curiously, "Is he still alive?"

"His eyes are closed, so he must be dead."

Fang Ziang listened to the whispers of blessings and opened his eyes in anger: "Don't worry, he's not dead yet."

The blessing that had stepped on Fang Ziang's face just now ran away screaming: "Open your eyes, open your eyes!"

"Your body is so hot, of course you're still alive." Zhufu, who was standing next to him, snorted twice and cursed softly, "Idiot, idiot."

Fang Ziang looked at Zhufu, who should not have appeared in this world, and laughed weakly twice: "Why did you follow me? Are you here to save me?"

"Who asked you to come here, the gods?"