God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The young man, who was surrounded by a black and purple cloak, only showed his face. His skin was as white as jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white.

The old witch couldn't help but look at her a few times. After walking for a while, she still couldn't help but frown: "How can you do your work dressed like this?"

He Ziyun was stunned and looked down at himself, "Can't you work like this? It seems to me that many sisters dress like this..."

The old witch snorted coldly: "Are you the same as us? We are women! You are a man!"

He Ziyun looked even more confused: "Is there any difference between women and men?"

Old witch: "..."

The old witch gave him a cold look and said nothing.

The two passed through countless old wooden houses and finally stopped in front of a very large tree hole. In front of the tree hole hung a curtain made of branches and vines, shining with a little green light.

The old witch stood in front of the tree hole and motioned to He Ziyun to get down by herself.

"I'll send you here, go down by yourself."

The malice in the old witch's eyes was obvious. He Ziyun would be a fool if he couldn't see it. He pretended to be dumbfounded and continued to ask:

"Will you know what to do when I get down?"

Old Witch: "...if you go down, someone will pick you up."

The young man suddenly understood and smiled at the old witch: "Well, thank you for sending me all the way here."

The old witch was stunned for a moment, her cold and resentful eyes a bit complicated.

He Ziyun still said: "I was brought up by my grandma. When I came to the "other world" to find a job, my grandma was sick and the medical expenses were too expensive, so I just thought of giving it a try. "

When the young man said "Nong", his eyes turned red and his tears flashed. He seemed to be holding on to the old witch unsteadily:

"I'm sorry, because you look so much like grandma, I was a little too sad for a moment."

Old witch: "..."

The old witch's cloudy eyes rolled around, as if she had thought of something, and her eyes were a little complicated. Finally, she sighed and reached out to pat the young man's arm for the first time:

"Then make good money and be obedient, and you will suffer less."

He Ziyun hummed, opened the door curtain with red eyes and got into the tree hole.

The old witch behind him looked at his back, stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, sighed again, and then walked away slowly with her waist bent.

[The anchor’s acting skills are really good, I laugh every time I watch them]

[Don’t you cry every time you watch it? 】

[Forget it, didn’t you see that the old witch was moved to tears?

[Although, why is the old witch so sentimental? 】

[It feels like her cold and vicious persona has been shattered a bit, right? 】

After entering the tree hole, He Ziyun pressed the corners of his eyes, just in time to see the doubts flashing through the barrage. He chuckled, and an old red hairpin suddenly appeared in his hand.

The hairpin was a bit old, and there was a little strawberry that had lost its color and was half white and gray. It was obvious that the owner was a young girl.

He Ziyun fumbled with the little strawberry hairpin with his fingertips and said: "An old man with white hair and a childish strawberry hairpin on her head can only mean that she has a junior who she loves very much."

"This junior may even be dead."

The young man put the strawberry hairpin into the pocket of his cloak. The snow-white skin on his chest was dazzling in the green light. "Of course, these are just my guesses."

The barrage went blank for a few seconds, and then launched wildly:

[Ah ah ah, my wife is posting! 】

[Post, post, post, post, post Trojan]

[Why do you need to wear an outer cloak? Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! 】

[My wife is so smart, but can you take off your cloak? 】

【Add one plus one】

He Ziyun: "..."

He Ziyun lowered his head and glanced at the chest that was accidentally exposed when he put the hairpin just now. His fingers shook and he quickly tied the cloak back to its original shape.

The smile on the young man's face was a little light for a moment. He casually muttered a few barrage words and closed the barrage indifferently again, leaving only a large number of screaming spectators.

The tree hole is very quiet. Except for the green lights used to illuminate the surroundings, there are only vines crisscrossed on the wall, winding like giant snakes on the dark green ground.

He Ziyun stopped and moved closer to the vines on the wall.

Under his gaze, the vines squirmed subtly, and if they didn't stop and look carefully, they wouldn't be able to find their movement tracks at all.

These vines are alive.

He Ziyun looked thoughtfully at the direction of the wriggling vines, bent down, lifted up his cloak, and started walking down the stone steps.

The green light became brighter the further down they went. Only when the winding stone steps disappeared completely did He Ziyun stop.

He Ziyun stood there.

There were many flowers, birds, insects, and fish trapped together hanging on the wall. The living ones kept beating their bodies against the glass in front of them, while the dead ones were slumped on the wall motionless.

In the center of the tree hole are countless stone tables and chairs. On each stone chair are transparent glass bottles. Various liquids in the glass bottles are burned by light blue flames, making the "sizzling" sound of the liquid boiling. Voice.

A strong sweet smell filled the entire tree hole.

With her back to He Ziyun was a tall woman in a purple dress. She was humming and bending over to fiddle with the contents of the bowl.

She seemed to notice someone coming in, but she didn't turn around. Her sweet voice reached the young man's ears:

"Here you go, help me get the pink potion on the right first."

He Ziyun didn't pause. He showed a bit of surprise at the right time. He obediently walked to the stone table on his right and picked up a bottle with pink bubbles.

The tentacles were cold, as if they were holding an ice cube.

The liquid in the bottle was obviously still boiling and bubbling.

The tall woman also slowly turned back, revealing her familiar and beautiful face, her bright red lips curled up, and she winked at He Ziyun:

"Are you surprised?"

the female ticket inspector said with a smile.

Even though he had already guessed the woman's identity, He Ziyun still looked surprised: "Sister, sister?"

The "female ticket inspector" smiled. She walked to He Ziyun on high heels, took the bottle of pink liquid and poured it into the stone bowl in her hand, "Vera, my name."

"But I prefer to be called the Witch of Desire."

……

The Earl's Mansion becomes more and more gloomy at night. Delicate roses bloom in every corner of the Earl's Mansion. They climb up the rock. The black spikes on the roots are sharp and weird, like wriggling black monsters.

After Fang Ran and the remaining anchors finally got the interview cards, they ran straight to the castle.

It was not until late at night that the seven of them entered the Earl's Mansion, led by the pale and inhuman butler.

Except for Fang Ran, the others were all taken away by the team leader as servants.

As they walked away, the twin sisters kept looking back at Fang Ran, who was standing there.

Fang Ran smiled comfortingly at the two of them, looked at the housekeeper next to him and asked in a low voice:

"Master Butler, may I ask, what is my job?"