God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Lu Ying was watching the theater with great interest, but it was too late. She said:

"Hurry up, I have to leave too."

Fang Ran nodded, patted Yang Jingshu's back, and whispered:

"Sister Jing, let's go."

Yang Jingshu suppressed the anger in her chest and said, "Let's go."

As soon as she left, the other anchors did not dare to breathe. The anchors who had some other ideas now did not dare to say a word and just followed Yang Jingshu and others silently forward.

Everyone can see how angry Yang Jingshu is now, and no one wants to be noticed in this situation.

The same goes for the male anchor. He endured the pain in his wrist and the pain in his jaw that was almost dislocated. He rolled and crawled to Fangyuan and whispered to him to reattach the bone.

Fangyuan: "..."

She rolled her eyes and cursed inwardly, but she still helped the man connect his wrist.

Just like what Yang Jingshu said at the beginning, we really need manpower now, otherwise she would be too lazy to mind the male anchor's business, and it has nothing to do with her.

Feng Dong's chest was pounding as he looked at it. He approached Yao Cheng and asked in a low voice:

"Damn, it's scary when Yang Jingshu gets angry..."

Yao Cheng looked forward: "Yes, but if she hadn't taken the initiative just now, the male anchor would probably be gone by now."

Feng Dong said "Ah" and widened his eyes: "How could it be? Well, is that omega named He so powerful?"

"..." Yao Cheng sighed and whispered: "Didn't you realize that He Ziyun has never formed an alliance with anyone since he entered the dungeon? And he alone has unlocked nearly 90% of the progress of the dungeon. You Do you know what this concept is?”

Feng Dong scratched his head, "A very powerful concept?"

Yao Cheng: "..."

Okay, okay, he was worrying too much, he shouldn't have thought that Feng Dong was in a communicative state just now.

"That's right," Yao Cheng said expressionlessly: "You just need to know that he is very powerful, and you just don't want to be rude like that idiot just now."

The street lights on both sides of the street were a little dim, and the old dim yellow lights became colder when they shone on people. Except for the noise of a group of people walking, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Feng Dong thought for a long time and finally said: "By the way, Yao Cheng, what does it mean to say something and be disrespectful?"

Yao Cheng: "..."

He squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Shut up!"

Feng Dong: "...Oh."

"..."

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On the other side, He Ziyun had already walked downstairs to the "Butcher"'s house with the little turtle in his arms. He lowered his eyes and opened the door that was only half-opened. He walked all the way to the second floor with the help of the moonlight and the looming street lights.

Finally, he stopped at the door of the room where the "butcher" and his wife lived, and stretched out his hand to push it open.

The door creaked, and as the young man walked in and closed the door, the corridor returned to calm.

inside the house.

After He Ziyun placed the little turtle in his arms on the only bed in the room, he dragged a chair, wiped the dust on it, and sat down.

He looked at the sleeping turtle quietly, and the hand hanging on his knee unconsciously touched the outside of his thigh and began to move in subtle circles.

Does this mark have anything to do with Guiwu...

There should be some, right?

Otherwise, how could something like this appear...

While he was thinking, he suddenly felt a faint tingling sensation on the outside of his thigh. He Ziyun hissed. When he lowered his head to look, the subtle tingling sound disappeared again.

It was like teasing him.

He Ziyun: "..."

He sighed silently, looked at the little turtle sleeping peacefully on the bed, and yawned tiredly.

The young man is too tired.

Although the time he spent fighting the butcher in the illusion was not long, for his physical condition, he was already on the verge of reaching his limit.

The body of an omega is indeed incomparable to that of an alpha.

Even if He Ziyun didn't want to admit this fact, he had to admit it.

As for this mark...

He Ziyun lowered his eyes and touched his thigh. He resisted the urge to take off his pants and look at the marks. He bent down next to the little turtle, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Forget it, let’s wait until the copy comes out.

After all, it was live broadcast now, and he was still a little worried that if he took off his pants, the scene would be broadcast.

After the young man closed his eyes, the barrage area that had been quiet for a long time suddenly became lively again.

[Oh, my wife looks so tired...]

[He is really tired. He has been fighting with the butcher Laoden in the illusion for a long time. I am tired just looking at it...]

[Yes, my wife is an omega. She can still win with such a physique that is not suitable for fighting. Although she has the help of props, she is still very powerful! ! ! 】

[It’s so awesome, damn! I get angry when I think about what that idiot alpha said. What is he doing by himself? I’ve done a lot of shit and haven’t done anything, it’s so disgusting]

[…Forget it, don’t think about that kind of person. Let’s have a quiet chat and see my wife, okay? 】

[Also, there is no need to think too much about that kind of person, you should pay more attention to your wife...]

【…】

After a long while, someone suddenly posted a sentence in the barrage area:

[Does anyone feel that something is wrong with my wife? 】

【What? What's wrong? 】

[Why do I feel like my wife is sweating on her forehead? 】

【Holy shit! I don’t think so! Are you really sweating? ! Is it because I was caught in the rain in the fantasy world? 】

[I don’t know...it’s over, it’s over, I’m so worried, my wife won’t have a fever…]

【…】

The barrage area was a chaotic mess, typing one after another, the words were flowing very fast, but it only added more worries.

It is impossible for people who are completely in two worlds to help a young man who is obviously not in the right state.

Here, He Ziyun changed his position and continued to lie down. He retracted his head into his arms, and large beads of cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and onto his sleeves, and were gradually absorbed by the fabric on his arms.

He had a dream.

The light rain fell in patter, falling like jade beads falling from a plate.

In the dream, he was kneeling at the gate of the manor after being punished by his adoptive father. His little body was trembling in the rain. He wanted to shout and tell his adoptive father that he was wrong and that he should not bring up the idea of ​​going to school, but instead He gritted his teeth again, not wanting to show any vulnerability.

Why can't omegas go to school?

Why can omegas only learn to serve alphas?

Why? Why on earth is this?

This is so unfair...

The little boy was sitting on his knees in the rain. When he fainted in a daze, he heard a sigh passing by his ears, and a pair of warm and soft hands catching his body.

"Go to sleep."

A gentle male voice sounded.

"It'll be fine when you wake up."