God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Beside the door of the noisy and chaotic courtyard, the Asparagus flowers hanging on the wall were hanging on the eaves, and a faint aroma came to the nostrils, which seemed to dilute a lot of the alcohol smell in the courtyard.

The man next to the door was dressed very cleanly, tall, with a white shirt and black trousers, with thin and fluffy hair, and pale skin. Under the sunlight, there seemed to be a flash of golden liquid in a pair of black pupils.

Noticing He Ziyun's gaze, he raised his lips and smiled at the young man's location, then walked towards this side with his long legs.

Da Zhuang and the others became obviously a little irritated. They snorted coldly and muttered something about why they were walking towards them.

He Ziyun lowered his eyelids and seemed a little curious: "Who is he?"

Da Zhuang took a sip of wine and tutted:

"It's a police officer from the city or something. He keeps saying that our village is feudal and backward. With a little bit of discernment, doesn't he realize that no one in the whole village likes him? Really..."

Da Zhuang talked a lot, his face turned red, and his suppressed dissatisfaction and indignation towards the visitor could be clearly seen, but when the visitor came to the table, Da Zhuang fell silent.

Including the villagers nearby who had been echoing Da Zhuang's words, they also stopped talking in an instant and quietly lowered their heads to eat their vegetables.

"It's troublesome."

The man walked up to the young man and whispered to Da Zhuang beside him:

"Can you give in?"

Da Zhuang was very angry about this, "Isn't there a seat here? Why do you have to do this-"

The sound ended when the man looked over. Da Zhuang licked his lips and his voice became smaller and smaller:

"Okay, okay, let's sit down. Isn't it okay for you to sit down?"

After saying that, Da Zhuang reluctantly stood up, walked to the empty seat opposite the table and sat down.

The villagers next to him seemed to understand his mood and patted his shoulder hard to express comfort.

The man didn't care what they said. After sitting down, he turned his head and looked at He Ziyun, his tone was very gentle:

"My name is An Wu, safe An, everywhere Wu, nice to meet you."

He Ziyun looked at him quietly for several times, until the latter was a little surprised. Then he looked away, raised the corners of his lips and smiled:

"I'm very happy too, He Ziyun."

The young man did not introduce his name as carefully as the other party did. Rather than explaining it himself, he hoped that the man in front of him would remember it by himself soon.

An Wu looked gentle. He had a gentle personality that was beyond He Ziyun's expectation. It was completely different from before.

No, it's not so much that it's different, it's more that the other person looks more and more like a human being now.

He Ziyun was able to keenly detect An Wu's curiosity and interest in him, and even the strong liking that the other party might find confusing.

In the first few copies, the evil god's clone couldn't control itself at all, so much so that it got closer to him step by step...

And now...

He Ziyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be happy that he saw the evil god's clone, or to be helpless that the other party suppressed his emotions.

An Wu smiled at the young man's answer. It was obviously completely different from the gentle face of the previous copy, but He Ziyun noticed a slight resemblance.

This slight resemblance made the young man's annoyance dissipate a lot.

An Wu slowly picked up the clean dishes and chopsticks next to him and asked softly, seemingly unintentionally:

"Are you here to travel?"

He Ziyun put some green vegetables into the bowl and raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this:

"No, I saw it when I was passing by, so I came in to attend the wedding to have a good time."

An Wu paused as he prepared to pick up the food, as if he was a little confused: "Joyful?"

He Ziyun hummed, smiling, his fair face flushed slightly, as if he was really happy:

"Yes, shouldn't the joy when you get married be the most joyful in your life?"

Of course, this statement is pure bullshit.

He Ziyun didn't think there was anything good about getting married. After the omegas in the main city got married, the treatment of life was not something that could be explained clearly in just a few sentences.

An Wu took it seriously. He frowned slightly and his tone suddenly became much lower.

"There's nothing festive about this place."

It's just that his voice was very low when he said this. If he hadn't been so close, He Ziyun might have completely ignored this sentence.

In response to An Wu's words, He Ziyun looked very calm. He took some tea and moistened his throat while eating.

That's nature. Where there are ghosts, how can there be joy?

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The banquet took a long time. After taking a few bites of the meal, the anchors said they wanted to go out and see the scenery amidst the "enthusiastic" appeals from the villagers.

"Oh, let's go shopping for some food! You see you haven't eaten much, you have to fill your stomach, right?"

"No, no, we have a small appetite..."

"..."

The anchors took a long time to pull away.

Tian Zhen wiped the sweat from his head, and all he could smell at the tip of his nose was the fragrance of Lingxiao flowers, which was soft and a bit debilitating.

"No, is the fragrance of this flower poisonous?"

Yun Feiduo rolled his eyes: "What does poison mean? I can guarantee that it is definitely not poisonous. There is a high probability that there is something wrong with your nose."

Tian Zhen: "..."

He snorted coldly: "Ah, yes, yes, yes," Tian Zhen turned his head and looked at Yang Yingying beside him, and his tone suddenly softened:

"Sister Yingying, what do you think? I always feel like my head is dizzy when I smell the fragrance of flowers, and I feel a little uncomfortable..."

Yang Yingying shook her head: "The fragrance of flowers is okay, but there is indeed the smell of something else in the fragrance of flowers."

This time, Yun Feiduo didn't open her mouth to refute. She was frowning with a complicated expression on her face.

Lu Ying stood beside her, his big black pupils staring straight at the tiled houses covered with Lingxiao flowers, without saying a word.

Hearing this, Tian Zhen sniffed fiercely again, and his head was even dizzy due to the strong fragrance of flowers:

"Ah? Is there anything else?"

Just as Yang Yingying was about to speak, Yun Feiduo frowned and said:

"Stinky."

Yun Feiduo's skill list belongs to the beast category, so she can smell the smell stronger and deeper than everyone present, which also increases the damage to her nose several times.

"It's like the stench of a corpse that rots and gradually erodes and dissipates after being enclosed in some space."

Yang Yingying nodded: "Yes, it almost tastes like this."

But as a human, she could only vaguely smell a little odor, and could not clearly express the source of these odors.

Suddenly, Yang Yingying thought of something and said, "Duoduo."

Yun Feiduo was busy blocking his nose with paper. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Yang Yingying: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Yang Yingying said straightforwardly: "I was thinking, since you can smell what it is, is there any way to know where the smell is coming from?"