God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

There was an almost icy cold light everywhere in the magnificent and exquisite Earl's Mansion. Fang Ran stood in the center of the hall, his body covered with water stains and dirt, and even smelled of a strange smell.

But the housekeeper with snow-white hair and beard looked at her with a smile, and even took out a face towel from his pocket and wiped Fang Ran's face bit by bit.

Fang Ran's back was almost soaked with cold sweat, and she could feel the coldness on the butler's fingers, like a solid piece of ice.

After wiping it clean, the butler's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Although the appearance is not classy, ​​the temperament is quite good."

Fang Ran felt cold all over.

The butler clapped his hands.

The sculpture-like maid in the corner of the hall came forward with her head lowered.

Butler: "Take her down to clean her up, and she will appear as a "wine waiter" at the night party tomorrow night. "

The maid bowed to the butler, stepped forward and took Fang Ran's arm, whispering: "Master Wine Waiter, please follow me this way." "

Like the housekeeper, the maid's hands were also very cold. Fang Ran's heart was beating wildly because of the cold, but she could only be pulled forward by the maid.

After Fang Ran was pushed into the sink and washed by the maid, the other party brought a thin dress to her.

Fang Ran: "..."

She stared at the gauze skirt speechlessly, and finally put it on.

Fortunately, the gauze skirt was not see-through, which made Fang Ran sigh in relief.

After taking a shower, she followed the maid through the huge Earl's Mansion. She walked for about ten minutes before the other party finally stopped.

The maid knocked on the door in front of her and turned to look at Fang Ran when a woman's voice came from inside.

"Please go to rest, "Master Bartender." "

Fang Ran nodded and pushed the door open under the maid's gaze.

The heavy door slowly closed.

The room was luxurious and elegant. At this time, a long-haired woman was sitting on the sofa not far away. She was wearing the same gauze skirt as hers, but because she had such a good figure, she faintly revealed some blood-spraying temptation.

The long-haired woman put down the newspaper in her hand and looked up at her.

Fang Ran's breath froze, and the looming temptation that he felt just now disappeared instantly.

It’s Yang Jingshu.

Yang Jingshu raised her eyebrows, stood up and walked towards her: "What a coincidence, you also entered this dungeon."

"Is your name Fang Ran?"

Yang Jingshu was a little unsure.

Fang Ran nodded. She was not very tall, and her line of sight was right in front of Yang Jingshu's chest.

This is an inappropriate height.

Even though they were both women, Fang Ran was still a little embarrassed, "Why don't we sit down first?"

Yang Jingshu had no objection and sat down directly and patted the empty seat next to her: "Sit here, I just need a teammate to talk to."

Fang Ran was stunned and pointed at himself: "Me? Me?"

Yang Jingshu looked at her: "Is there anyone else?"

Fang Ran sat down obediently and briefly and quickly explained the situation when he arrived.

There was some quietness in the house.

Yang Jingshu put one hand on her head and pinched her eyebrows, "Did you come by boat?"

Fang Ran nodded.

Yang Jingshu looked at her, "I was riding in a car, and I didn't encounter any fish that can eat people."

Fang Ran looked at her blankly, a little confused.

Then, why did the ten people on their side encounter a strange man-eating fish?

Yang Jingshu thought of something, her fingers froze, and she looked at Fang Ran with a complicated look:

"I thought of a possibility."

"As you know, the anchors on the boat are all betas and inferior alphas, right?"

Fang Ran nodded, "Yes, what's the point-"

When Fang Ran stopped talking, she raised her eyes in shock and her lips began to tremble: "You, you mean, yes, yes..."

She said several words in a row without saying the second half of the sentence, but Yang Jingshu took over her words:

"You're right about the class gap."

Yang Jingshu leaned on the soft sofa cushion behind her and spoke in a low voice:

"All the anchors in the car are alphas or betas who have experienced many dungeons. The only exception is an omega who has passed the level once, but this omega's status in the main city is not low."

"The anchors who "stowaway" by boat are either novices or betas with little experience in clearing levels. If I guess correctly, among the ten of you, there is not even an alpha. "

Fang Ran's back broke out in thin cold sweat again, and his throat became dry: "Why is this happening? Shouldn't "miracles" and "miracles" be treated equally? "

This is the reason why everyone desperately joins the miracle, isn't it?

“‘Miracles’ are applied equally. "

Yang Jingshu closed her eyelids slightly: "So the reason for such polarization should be the theme of this copy."

"You're pretty lucky. You won't be in much danger for the time being when you're assigned with me, but others can only hope for their own good."

……

The "female ticket collector"... should be called Vera now.

He Ziyun stood there and watched Vera happily tinkering with the liquid in the stone bowl, his eyes flickering from the viscous and somewhat disgusting liquid in the stone bowl.

"Can I call you, Sister Vera?"

The young man stood in the hole of the strange witch tree wrapped in vines, smiling a little sheepishly.

"The name Desire Witch always feels a little weird."

Vera's big eyes stared straight at him until the young man turned red. Then she burst into laughter and said, "Of course."

"But now, you have to help your sister with the work first. By the way, what's your name?"

Vera put down the stone bowl in her hand, and her eyes lingered on the "test objects" on the surrounding walls.

He Ziyun said: "He Ziyun."

Vera pulled her lips and smiled: "It's a very nice name. I can see that your parents love you very much."

He Ziyun's expression changed slightly, but he quickly recovered and replied with an unclear smile: "Maybe."

The cloak that covered the whole body was really inconvenient to work with. I don't know why, but every time the young man bent down, the cloak would inflate and stick out on both sides, looking a bit like a big black cage from a distance.

He Ziyun didn't care, it just made Vera laugh every time.

Over time, He Ziyun got used to it.

He Ziyun didn't know how long he had been busy. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the glass bottles filled with various liquids on the stone table in front of him. "Sister Vera, do these things need to be sold?"

He Ziyun still remembered the "blue drink" Vera handed him on the bus. It tasted good and felt hot when it entered his stomach. It had no side effects.

Vera was in a good mood. After finishing her work, she happily mixed a pure green mask and put it on her face. Her voice was a little blurry:

"We need to sell all these potions when the Night Parade starts the day after tomorrow."

Vera leaned on the chair to stretch her body, supported her head and said with a smile: "As for the effect of the potion, it depends on their luck."