God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

When Fang Ran turned around, he saw the other person's amazing figure. His pupils dilated and he subconsciously looked away: "Ah, then, do we need to go out and take a look?

I just don’t know if I can go out, and their clothes...

Fang Ran bit his lower lip.

Yang Jingshu glanced at her, put her hair up, walked to the closet and opened the door directly, choosing simple clothes such as riding clothes.

"Change your clothes first, and let's go out and see if we can find any clues."

Fang Ran nodded quickly, went over to find something he could wear, and breathed a sigh of relief.

……

The sky in the other world is not very dark, at most it can be considered a bit gloomy. The air is as moist as spring mud after rain, and the salty air is mixed with a heavy watery flavor, with a faint fishy sweetness.

The young man strolled in the large and spacious square. All the shops around him were closed. Occasionally, he could see humans with slumped shoulders walking on the roadside, their eyes in a trance.

The only thing that can be considered prosperous is the banner held in the square, with the words "Night Parade Festival Countdown" painted in red fonts on it. Other than that, the square can be said to be empty.

He Ziyun walked around and found nothing, and finally settled in a deep alley not far away, pondering for a moment and clicked on the backstage mall.

The cold and compact bottle instantly appeared in his hand. He Ziyun held it tightly, put on the cloak slowly and walked towards the alley with only his beautifully shaped lips exposed.

Like all alleys in reality, the alleys in "Other World" are very dark and smell bad. Creatures such as flies, snakes, and mosquitoes gather together, almost forming a mist-like dark cloud entangled together.

The "buzzing" sound of mosquitoes was annoying. He Ziyun wore a cloak to block most of the mosquito bites. Occasionally, some mosquitoes that slipped through the net would fall into the dirt as if they were dizzy when they got close to the young man's skin. On the ground.

With the faint light, He Ziyun could clearly see that there were many people in the alley. They were all unkempt, their clothes were torn and smelly, their exposed skin had begun to rot, and some of them were even infested with milky white groundworms. egg.

There was a woman like this next to He Ziyun. The woman's head was leaning against the wall, and some successfully hatched insect eggs broke out of the eggs. The sharp mouthparts greedily sucked the woman's flesh and blood.

He Ziyun did not hesitate. Just as he was about to lower his head, a man's sarcastic voice came from beside him.

"Would a witch also come to a place like this?"

He Ziyun didn't respond. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a curly-haired man with hair that was long enough to cover his entire face. The man was all black, and the sleeve on his right arm was torn and empty. The man's right arm was missing.

The man didn't seem to care whether He Ziyun would respond to him or not. He rummaged through the garbage nearby and found a wine bottle with an inexplicable liquid remaining. He reached out and wiped the mouth of the bottle.

"Haha, get rich, get rich, everyone is dead together now, hahahaha..."

The man took a big sip from the dirty wine bottle, and the blackened wine slowly flowed down the corner of the man's mouth and dripped on the ragged and smelly collar.

He Ziyun looked down at the man, moved his delicate white fingers, and a bottle of Erguotou that had not been opened soon appeared in his right hand under the cloak.

[System prompt: Anchor He Ziyun has used 5 popularity points to purchase a bottle of Erguotou]

The young man didn't care how bad and dirty the surroundings were. He squatted down, held the liquor in his hand and handed it to the man. He said in a gentle voice, "Brother, this wine will be more exciting when you drink it."

The hand of the curly-haired man holding the wine bottle shook. He looked up in shock at the young man squatting in front of him, and exclaimed: "You, you are a man?!"

He Ziyun shook the bottle and smiled: "Can't the witch be a man?"

The curly-haired man's eyes trembled: "How is this possible! Those witches hate men so much that they almost eat human flesh alive! How can they accept men as their kind?"

"This is absolutely impossible! It's just impossible!"

He Ziyun kept the curly-haired man's words in mind, held his chin up after hearing the words and sighed: "Having said that, are you absolutely right? Is there a possibility that they actually don't hate men that much -"

Before he finished speaking, the wine bottle in the curly-haired man's hand was slammed to the ground by the other party.

"No way, no way! If they didn't hate me so much! How could my arm be eaten alive?!"

The curly-haired man's eyes were red, his skinny chest heaved violently, and he was breathing heavily.

The sound of the bottle breaking was extremely obvious in the dead alley. Countless people huddled in the corner raised their heads and looked in the direction of the young man and the curly-haired man.

He Ziyun's expression remained unchanged, and his face hidden under the cloak was terrifyingly calm. He didn't seem to be frightened by the sudden movement of the man throwing something. The young man even smiled:

"Brother, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I have successfully obtained the position of witch's assistant, so I am a little doubtful."

The young man smiled calmly. He even reached out and patted the curly-haired man on the shoulder regardless of the dirt. He reached out again and handed the white wine to the man, sighing:

"Brother, you really like drinking. Do you want some?"

As he spoke, He Ziyun unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle and placed the bottle on the ground in front of the curly-haired man while his palms turned red. "Of course, this is not free. You need to tell me something about the Witch Forest."

The young man clapped his hands as if he remembered something, and said with a smile: "By the way, if you have any clues about the Earl's Mansion or the church, I would also welcome it..."

"But," He Ziyun changed his tone, took an apple and threw it up, then looked at it and held it, like a devil trying to confuse people's hearts: "Repeated news is not a bargaining chip that can be exchanged for food."

As he spoke, He Ziyun lifted his cloak, and countless bread, drinks and fruits loomed inside.

The eyes of the "job seekers" who had been hungry for who knows how long were bright, and they crawled towards the young man with their hands and feet while secreting saliva violently.

"I, I do! I have news about the Earl's Palace!"

"I go first, I go first! I go first! I have stayed in the Earl's Mansion for more than half a year!"

"Go away! Lady Witch! No, no, Master Wizard! You think you should hear the news about the Legion!"

"..."

"Shut up, everyone!"

The curly-haired man suddenly roared loudly. With red eyes, he held the white wine on the ground with his remaining left hand, raised his head and took a sip, his face turned pale.

"I'll say it first! But you have to give me two more loaves and two apples!"

He Ziyun didn't mind either. He sat directly on the ground, no matter how dirty the ground was, and said cheerfully: "Okay, then you'd better say it first."