God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Even though the butcher had disappeared for several minutes, there was still no sign of the entire illusion collapsing.

But He Ziyun was not anxious. He just sat back on the spot, panting quietly and looking at the "little turtle" in front of him, reluctantly pursed his lips slightly.

Just now, "Little Turtle" ripped off the cloth from his wound.

Even if the opponent tore it apart fast enough, the pain at that moment was still quite severe.

He Ziyun had to admit that he couldn't hold it back just now.

It wasn't intentional, it did hurt a little.

"Little Turtle" still didn't raise his head. He looked at the wound that appeared to be more serious after he tore the cloth, and his eyes hidden under his hair narrowed slightly.

"You shouldn't use this method."

He suddenly spoke, but the meaning of his words was somewhat incomprehensible.

Including He Ziyun, his emotions were distracted a lot by this sentence. He was a little unable to react and said subconsciously:

"what?"

"Little Turtle"'s finger slightly touched the young man's bloody wound, and he whispered:

"The easiest and quickest way is to push 'him' out to block the knife. You obviously don't have to suffer this kind of injury. "

He Ziyun's face was still stained with residual blood at this time, and his usual gentle temperament had dissipated a bit. His skin made by the blood stains was paler, making him look even more fragile.

He was stunned by "Little Turtle"'s words for a few seconds, and then realized that this was indeed the case.

But at that time, he really didn't think about pushing the turtle out to block the knife. He just thought about using the turtle's existence to stimulate the butcher a little, that's all.

This doesn't quite look like him.

But it happened to be something he did himself.

He Ziyun was a little silent.

"Little Turtle" seemed a little annoyed by the young man's silence. His pale hand quickly held the young man's injured arm and gradually tightened his grip.

As the force increased, a faint black mist spread from the "little turtle"'s hand, and soon wrapped the young man's entire arm, tightening it continuously.

He Ziyun made another "Uh" sound in pain, and looked up at the person in front of him in confusion, his glazed eyes gradually becoming mist-filled, and he looked a little aggrieved and broken.

"Little Turtle" also raised his head, revealing a handsome and sinister face with a pure and contradictory face between his brows and eyes.

Well, that’s right.

He Ziyun looked at the black drop of blood between the other person's eyebrows and blinked.

Just like that, the tears that had been holding back from the pain suddenly dripped down his eyelids, like transparent beads sliding down, making the young man look paler.

Guiwu: "..."

He panicked instantly, the hand holding the young man's arm trembled uneasily, and he began to explain stammeringly:

"No, I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just this injury. The wound needs time to recover..."

Gui Wu lowered his head as he spoke. Those golden pupils and the black quicksand substance flowed faster, which was enough to tell how panicked he was now.

"You, look, it's ready..."

Gui Wu, who was originally thinking about blaming He Ziyun, completely forgot what he wanted to say just now, pointed at the young man's recovered arm and whispered.

"..." He Ziyun pursed his lips slightly. He suppressed the smile that came to his lips and coughed lightly.

"Wow! You are amazing……"

The young man looked at his recovered arm and moved it as if in surprise. Sure enough, he no longer felt any pain.

As an evil god, he has the ability to heal wounds...

He Ziyun lowered his eyes slightly, put his doubts behind his head, and sighed again.

"Why did it come out so fast this time?"

Gui Wu was a little confused by the young man's change of tone. He lowered his head in embarrassment, and then raised his head again as if he had thought of something:

"I don't know." He tilted his head in confusion: "I always feel that something that suppresses me seems to have weakened a lot."

He Ziyun: "...Really?"

He glanced at Gui Wu in front of him subtly, always feeling that there was something strange about the other person.

It seems like the memory has not been fully restored...

Realizing this, He Ziyun was about to say something when he noticed that Gui Wu's figure beside him suddenly tilted. He subconsciously caught the other person's tilting body. Before he could react, the other person's body suddenly shrank in size. .

"...?"

He Ziyun looked at Gui Wu who had shrunk in a circle with some astonishment. He opened his mouth and blinked. The next second, Gui Wu shrank in size again.

In just a few seconds, Gui Wu, who was originally an adult figure, quickly shrunk into the figure he had when he was seven or eight years old. He curled up on the young man's knees with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

He Ziyun couldn't help but widen his eyes. He pinched Gui Wu's chin and raised his head in confusion. Sure enough, he found that the other person had completely changed back to the appearance of a little turtle.

Whether it was his hair, body, or face, everything had changed.

He Ziyun: "..."

He was silent for a while, and shook his head with some laughter and tears, "What? I can't maintain my prototype so quickly——"

The young man's words stopped suddenly because he suddenly thought of something.

He Ziyun looked down at his intact arm under the broken sleeves and fell silent.

Could it be because Gui Wu had just healed his injury?

Facts have proved that this is the only way to explain why Guiwu suddenly returned to the body shape of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Thinking of this, He Ziyun sighed. He couldn't help but tap Xiaogui's forehead with his hand, and smiled a little.

"You're still talking about me, aren't you the same..."

As the young man whispered, the surrounding streets suddenly began to be damaged to varying degrees. They were chaotically twisted together, as if everything supporting the world had disappeared, and everything began to scatter and rot uncontrollably, twisting into a strange circle. shaped vortex.

At the same time, the blackened screen in He Ziyun's live broadcast room was completely restored.

There were still many spectators who had not left in the barrage area, eating melon seeds and typing and chatting. As they were chatting freely, the screen in front of them suddenly flashed with dense black and white snowflakes. Then, the screen completely recovered.

On the screen, in the center of the completely distorted street, a young man sitting awkwardly on the ground holding a little turtle slowly raised his head. He looked at the distorted night sky in a daze, and his eyes seemed a little dark.

The audience was shocked, stopped eating melon seeds, and started chatting and typing enthusiastically.

[Damn it, my wife hasn’t left the illusion yet? This whirlpool looks so dizzying]

[He must be dizzy. Look at my wife’s dull eyes. I have reason to suspect that he has lost his mind now, hahaha]

[So is there something wrong with the live broadcast room? I didn’t feel like there was a black screen problem before? How many times has this happened? 】