God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The "Miracle" building was as "busy" as ever, with cries, curses, and screams endlessly heard.

When He Ziyun passed by the hall, he saw more than one person who was about to faint and cry holding the body parts. Looking around, most of them were omegas, betas, alphas... very few.

It seems that compared to the more emotional omega and beta, alpha seems to have inherently lost many emotional characteristics.

Of course, this is just the majority of people, and there are still many alphas among them who have not been assimilated by the main city.

For example, Yang Jingshu, Zhou Zeng, etc.

He Ziyun does not deny his subconscious resistance to alpha. There is nothing he can do about it. In an environment where a smart person's existence is regarded as a "gift", it will be difficult for him to have a good impression of "the place where the gift belongs".

So does he.

He Ziyun's eyelids drooped slightly. He declined the receptionist's service again, opened the door and walked in.

The decoration in the live broadcast room is as simple and bright as ever, and even the sofa chair that looks extremely comfortable is paired with an exquisite and beautiful air-conditioned quilt.

Could it be that the weather is getting colder and the anchor is afraid that he will catch a cold during the live broadcast?

He Ziyun shook off the obviously stray thoughts in his mind, walked to the sofa chair, lifted the quilt and sat down.

The young man hesitated for a while between covering himself with a quilt or not covering himself with a quilt, but finally covered himself with a quilt.

"Miracle" will not give anchors second-used quilts, so there is no need to worry about hygiene and other issues.

He Ziyun didn't take much time to rest this time. He just sat on the chair and let his mind wander for a while. He raised his hand and pressed the invisible switch at the corner of his eye, and slowly closed his eyelids.

The gentle and familiar system female voice then sounded:

【Ding! 】

[Anchor information has been loaded successfully...]

[Anchor He Ziyun has entered the live broadcast... Please pay attention to the notification on the live broadcast interface! 】

[50 anchors have been gathered, and the copy is being searched...]

50 people...

He Ziyun's eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly guessed in the darkness how big the outline of the next copy would be.

There were only 20 anchors in the "Western Town" dungeon. He initially thought it was just a medium-sized dungeon and it wouldn't be too difficult. Unexpectedly, it took almost ten people to die before he could complete the level.

He Ziyun knew very well that there were actually many doubts about the copy of "Xicheng Town".

Whether it was the exact way Zhu Yue's family died, or the plot of Lu Song's degradation due to suffering, or even the real reason for Xicheng Town's xenophobia, they had only scratched the surface.

It can be said that if Gui Wu's existence hadn't made him suspicious, and coupled with the interactions between Zhu Yue's wife and family in the fantasy world, even he would have found it difficult to imagine that the Butcher's weakness was his former "home".

The young man even thought about whether there would be some way to resurrect the Butcher's family so that the Butcher could stop hunting them.

I didn't expect it to be that simple...

He Ziyun simply ignored the difficult pursuit of being a bait and sighed slightly.

In fact, the two "butchers" Zhu Yue and Lu Song pursue in their hearts are too simple and peaceful...

But this only made them temporarily give up chasing "outsiders" like them. As for what Zhu Yue and Lu Song would do after the white mist disappeared and woke up from the "beautiful dreamland" again, he didn't know.

After all, these are the causes planted by everyone in Xicheng Town.

If there is a cause, there will be an effect. If you do something wrong, you will not survive.

The only truly innocent people in Xicheng Town are the so-called "travelers".

After all, although they are not good people, at least they have not done anything to Zhu Yue and Lu Song.

While He Ziyun was thinking, the female voice of the system, which seemed to be stuck and could not find the copy, paused for a few seconds, and finally returned to normal tone from a short buzzing sound.

[…The copy has been searched successfully]

[The copy "Fengze Academy" is loading... All anchors, please pay attention...]

Fengze College?

The young man on the seat opened his eyes suddenly, and his thick eyelashes trembled because of his sudden movement.

【3】

The name of this college... Before He Ziyun could think about it, the gentle tone of the system female voice quickly sounded.

【2】

【1】

The weightlessness completely swept through his body in just a few seconds. He Ziyun closed his eyes subconsciously, and the next second, he lost all consciousness.

In the room, the young man covered with an air-conditioned quilt was lying on his back on the seat with a calm expression, motionless.

At the same time, a fine black mist suddenly surged out of the void in the room. They wrapped around the corners of the room, like devouring growth.

A tall figure gathered hazily in the black mist, and slowly solidified beside the young man's chair. He leaned forward slightly, and the lips transformed by the black mist touched the face of the sleeping young man slightly.

"Yunyun..."

A deep male voice filled with strong emotions sounded in the room, like an eternal call rising from the deep sea.

"Wait for me, I'm quick... I'll come to you soon..."

His voice seemed to be disconnected, like a broken snowflake screen, returning to normal little by little.

"wait for me……"

[Anchor He Ziyun has started broadcasting]

The shadows dispersed.

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The young man was lying in the thick grass, his eyelids tightly closed, and he frowned silently. There was a bright red wound next to his porcelain-like cheek, and a few blood beads slowly overflowed, dotting the edge of the wound.

A breeze blew, and he moved his eyelids silently. A strong dizziness and sleepiness deep in his brain occupied his entire body at this moment.

He Ziyun couldn't help but let out a low snort. The moment his consciousness gradually returned, orange-red patches spread out in front of his eyes, irritating his eyes and causing pain.

He took a moment, made sure his eyes could handle the strong light, and then slowly opened them.

The sky is clear, the white clouds are gathering slightly, the sun is shining brightly, but the temperature in the air is very low.

But the sun was shining warmly on his body, and even the wounds that should have been painful seemed to be somewhat comforted, no longer as painful as before.

pain?

He Ziyun squinted his eyes and moved his body. Pain all over his body suddenly hit him crazily, and he couldn't help but tremble in pain.

——So far, this is the first time that I have been so seriously injured as soon as I entered the dungeon.

Perhaps because of his omega physique, He Ziyun just moved his eyelids now, and he felt like he was falling apart.

But when he thought about the name of this copy... he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He Ziyun slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, endured the pain and raised his hand to touch his face. Before he could touch the corner of his eye, he felt a little sticky liquid between his fingertips.

what is this?