God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

He Ziyun ignored it, he pressed the corner of his eye, and soon, a transparent light screen appeared in front of him.

From an angle that the young man couldn't see, the blood stains on his cheeks were a little messy, and looked even more shocking on his jade-white cheeks.

The audience who noticed the young man's actions immediately typed frantically, trying to attract the young man's attention one after another.

The dense barrage instantly filled the young man's eyes.

【Come on, rely on it! So much blood! Damn it, the copy doesn’t do human things! 】

[Ah, ah, honey, do you feel any pain? Don't keep wiping it on, oh, oh, oh, damn it! What kind of copy did this to my wife? ! ! ! ! 】

【I'm so angry too! Can my wife’s face be hurt? Damn, everyone was dumbfounded when I came in! What’s wrong with this copy! So scary! 】

[That wound won’t leave a scar, right? Wuwuwu, although my wife, you are beautiful like this, but it must be very painful. Wuwuwu]

【Damn it! What the hell kind of copy is this? ! ! ! 】

[…Don’t you think this copy is a bit familiar? 】

【…】

The barrages went by very fast, and except for the occasional few people who said something a little bit harsh, most of the barrages were extremely harmonious, so harmonious that He Ziyun began to hesitate.

——Wondering whether to torture fans.

After all, sadomasochism fans seem to be more popular?

Thinking of this, He Ziyun's eyes slightly touched the light screen in front of him, and he hesitated for a few seconds before giving up the plan to torture the fans.

His popularity value is already high enough, and his existence is piled up like a mascot. From this point of view, the popularity value does not seem to have much effect on him.

To be honest, even now, He Ziyun is not very clear about the concept of "popularity". Most of the powerful things are not available in the live broadcast mall. Some of them are only some weird ones, but they do not break many rules of the copy. Limited props:

Medicines and some seemingly useless stuff.

But many people still flock to it, as if they can live longer if they have more popularity points.

He Ziyun had reservations about this.

He always feels that the use of popularity points is very limited, but it is indeed very effective in some aspects.

For example now——

The young man exchanged a bottle of painkillers, endured the pain, poured a few pills into his mouth, and swallowed them hard.

The next second, a violent cough sounded, frightening the audience in front of the screen.

[Ah, ah, honey, please exchange it for a bottle of water! What to do if you choke? ! ! 】

[Is it too cold to drink cold water? It seems that you can only buy cold water in the mall...]

[…That’s all, I think my wife may have just forgotten]

[...What you said upstairs makes sense...]

【…】

In a way, this viewer is half right.

He Ziyun choked on the pills and felt nauseated. He subconsciously covered his stomach. His stomach was churning with discomfort, as if he hadn't eaten in a long time.

Thinking of this, the pills he had just swallowed gradually began to take effect. After the pain on his body became less obvious, He Ziyun struggled to sit up and half-sit up, holding back the cough in his throat and turned to look around.

The familiar buildings and scenery around him made him sigh and feel a little curious.

Will the anchor actually enter the same copy?

This is a bit surprising.

He Ziyun looked up at the light screen in front of him, raised his smile skillfully, and his eyes were soft and calm:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The barrage area went crazy in an instant. Everyone fired barrages faster than the other, as if the one who posted the most would be seen by the young man.

He Ziyun's smile deepened. He looked at the light screen in front of him and wanted to say something more, when he heard footsteps approaching behind him.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, he touched his face as if he was frightened, and silently pressed down the barrage.

In an instant, the light screen that slightly blocked the view disappeared.

At the same time, the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

"Can't you stand up?"

A hesitant male voice came from behind He Ziyun.

The boy's voice was slightly familiar, with some of the hoarseness unique to adolescence, but more of it was still clear and deep at this age.

He Ziyun was stunned. He subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him, not even paying attention to the pain in his chest.

Behind him, a boy wearing dark green military training uniforms stood with the sun behind him. He slightly lowered his head and looked at the young man who was sitting on the ground and turned to look over. His face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.

But He Ziyun still recognized him at a glance.

It is nothingness.

To be precise, it is another "clone" of Gui Wu.

"Return to Nothing" unique to this copy.

After realizing the boy's identity, He Ziyun no longer held back the pain. He covered his chest and coughed a few times, his eyes becoming watery.

"Yes, I can't stand up."

The young man said, stretching out his hand and begging with his eyes: "Can you pull me up?"

The boy didn't respond to his words immediately.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent for a moment.

After a few seconds, the pleading in He Ziyun's eyes dropped slightly, and he was keenly aware that something was wrong with Gui Wu.

Different from the previous initiative, this time Gui has no "clone". Why does it seem that he doesn't want to get close to himself?

But the boy finally reached out and took the young man's hand. As the boy pulled hard, He Ziyun, who was in a whirlwind of thoughts, didn't notice for a moment. In addition, there was still a lot of pain in his body, and he threw himself directly into the old man's arms. .

He Ziyun: "..."

Boy: "..."

After standing up and in the same position, He Ziyun could see the boy's face completely.

——It is indeed Guiwu.

The boy's face turned red almost instantly. He held He Ziyun's shoulders and whispered in a low voice:

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

That inexplicable feeling hit him instantly. He Ziyun blinked subconsciously and said:

"What are you apologizing for?"

"..." The boy hesitated for a moment, then said, "I have used too much strength."

He Ziyun wanted to laugh, but the painkillers hadn't fully exerted their effect yet. When he smiled, his chest hurt so much that he didn't dare to laugh at all.

"It's okay," He Ziyun shook his head slightly. He used a little force to break free of the boy's hand on his shoulder:

"What's your name?"

The boy looked down at the young man in front of him, with a slightly dissipated blush on his fair face. He said in a low voice:

"My name is Gui Wu. I am returning to the returning home, and returning to nothing."

After saying that, Gui Wu clenched his hands nervously and licked his lips: "What about you?"

His eyes passed over the completely different clothes of the young man and his own, and finally stopped at the wounds on the other's face, and he said with some hesitation:

"Were you punished by the instructor because you were disobedient when you first entered the academy?"