God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

[Skill [Suspicion] Current Status: Used]

[[Because the other party has relatively evil thoughts towards you, the poison effect is enhanced by 30% (corruption) Note: Since the other party has relatively small good thoughts in the final effective stage, the perfunctory effect has been reduced by 10%]

Under the dim street lights, the young man's face was still white and flawless, and his light-colored eyes emitted a faint glazed light under the dim light, like a cat that saw a work he was satisfied with, full and soft.

In front of him was Lu Song, who had rotted to the point where his arms and legs had disappeared, and was instantly much shorter. Lu Song's blank expression once again became crazy and ferocious.

But Lu Song, who had lost his limbs, was completely unable to do anything, at least not now.

[My dear, this is true. Lu Song is really useless without his limbs...]

[I suspect that my wife did it on purpose to leave Lu Song’s head and body alive]

[Living King of Hell, this is so terrifying]

[I guess I can’t beat him even with a fight, so I hit Lu Song psychologically to delay time]

[I think so, but it looks quite scary]

【…】

"you--"

When Lu Song was about to say something else, He Ziyun simply turned the raincoat hat behind his neck and stuffed it into the other person's mouth.

Lu Song: "..."

He Ziyun patted his cold hands, looked back at the anchors who shrank back in fear, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Someone can help me give Officer Lu a ride."

Anchors: "..."

In the end, Feng Dong wanted to move forward, but Yao Cheng grabbed his arm.

Feng Dong looked back at him and bared his teeth and smiled: "Oh, it's okay. Isn't it just the effect of his skills? Well, it's a little stronger..."

Yao Cheng: "..."

He took a deep breath, and finally his impression of Feng Dong reached a stage that could be called "sublime".

Really, there are really not many people who can do this, there are really too many...

He became more and more convinced that Feng Dong said there was something wrong with his brain.

Feng Dong rushed over and asked what to do. He Ziyun glanced at him and asked him to squat down and hold his hands and feet up in the hands of the corrupted Lu Song.

Feng Dong was stunned, and mechanically looked down at the black and red liquid on Lu Song's hands and feet, and licked his lips:

"Wha, what?"

The young man smiled: "Just pick him up and follow me."

"But, but, this, this..." Feng Dong said at a loss:

"Won't the liquid on his body corrode me?!"

He Ziyun looked at him: "Do you hate me?"

Feng Dong was dumbfounded: "Me? Why do I hate you?"

"Then it's okay. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

He Ziyun glanced at the new flesh and meridians that were growing on Lu Song's severed limb, and frowned slightly:

"Hurry up, he'll probably grow his arms and legs again later."

After all, he didn't kill him. It was absolutely impossible for Lu Song to die because of losing his limbs.

Feng Dong's face turned pale with shock, and he said obediently. After struggling for a few seconds, he still knelt down and picked up Lu Song.

Not to mention, although the liquid from Lu Song's wound looked a bit scary, the smell when smelled up close was quite fragrant, like a carefully prepared perfume, faint but emitting a pervasive fragrance.

Feng Dong's body was dripping with that kind of black-red blood, and he got used to it after a while.

He looked curiously at the young man walking next to him and asked, "So why don't you move it yourself? I feel like he's not too heavy..."

Lu Song, whose shoulders were gagged: "..."

He groaned for a long time, and finally found that no one was paying attention to him, and the resentment in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Hearing Feng Dong's inquiry, He Ziyun responded without any burden:

"Too lazy to carry it, and," the young man glanced at Feng Dong's clothes that were stained with black and red blood, and said lightly:

"dirty."

Feng Dong: "..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after Lu Song was controlled, the rain originally became lighter after "Zhu Yue" entered the room.

It's like, something is temporarily blocked.

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Yang Jingshu groaned as she fell from mid-air. She rolled around on the ground protecting her head to relieve the pressure, and opened her eyelids in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Yang Jingshu was stunned by the scenery of the surrounding buildings.

This is a street in West Town.

There was a lot of noise all around, with many people setting up stalls on both sides of the street, chatting and laughing, and there were also some innocent laughters of children playing.

Everything looked very peaceful and comfortable.

But Yang Jingshu clearly remembered that the place she was sucked into just now was clearly Zhu Yue's home...

While her brain was thinking, Yang Jingshu forgot that she was still half lying on the ground.

Until a woman's face suddenly came into view.

The woman looks delicate and soft, not pretty, just ordinary, but she seems to have a good temper and is the type that is easy to get along with, but the color of her two eyes looks a little different.

But Yang Jingshu always felt that the other party was somewhat familiar.

Where have you seen her?

At this moment, she lowered her head and looked at Yang Jingshu, and asked with some concern: "What's wrong with you? Did you fall somewhere?"

As the woman spoke, she held Yang Jingshu's arm and whispered:

"Are you coming to Xicheng Town to play?"

Yang Jingshu was still a little confused. She stood up following the woman's strength, lowered her head and said thank you to the other party.

The woman looked up at her in surprise, covered her mouth and smiled: "You are so tall? Are you almost 1.9 meters?"

"..." Yang Jingshu coughed: "No, it's still a little bit worse."

The woman held the basket with a smile and her eyes were soft: "I hope my son will be taller in the future. By the way, why don't you come to my house for a meal? You seem to have lost too much blood,"

As the woman spoke, she lowered her head and glanced at Yang Jingshu's blood-stained arm, and said with some concern:

"Your face looks too white..."

"..."

Yang Jingshu did not refuse.

She followed the woman all the way and learned from chatting that her name was Chen Hui and that she had just moved to Xicheng Town.

Yang Jingshu paused and guessed the identity of the other party.

Chen Hui is the wife of "Zhu Yue".

[...So is this the illusion the butcher had after entering the house? 】

[Most likely yes, I really didn’t expect the butcher’s wife to be quite pretty]

[Indeed, in my wife’s fantasy world, Chen Hui is already much older]

【…】

As they had guessed, along the way, even if Chen Hui greeted everyone she met with a smile, they would almost always ignore her with indifference. Some people would even look at Chen Hui with a very critical or even sarcastic look. . Very uncomfortable.

Speculations are speculations, but when faced with such xenophobia, even Yang Jingshu couldn't help but frown.

Why is Xicheng Town so xenophobic?

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