God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

He Ziyun stayed in the church for nearly three hours before deciding to go back to the Witch Forest.

Three hours was enough time for him to visit the church inside and out, not to mention having a "tour guide" behind him.

Although Gui Wu's speech was a bit strange, no matter what he asked, he answered very clearly. He could be regarded as the only silly NPC in the dungeon.

He Ziyun attributed this to Gui Wu being locked up in the church for too long. After all, no one can stay in a church for that long without even having a companion to talk to...

Gui Wu also noticed that the young man was about to leave, and his silver eyelashes trembled: "Are you leaving?"

Return without asking.

He Ziyun, who was about to speak, paused and nodded: "I'm going back to the Witch Forest first."

Gui Wu's expression dropped at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, but he had no intention of forcing the young man to stay: "Then I will send you out."

He Ziyun was at a loss for words, and continued to nod despite the unexpected heaviness in his chest.

The church was not big and empty. Neither of them spoke at this time. There was only a strange sound of feet tapping on the floor tiles in the church.

Until the door of the church was opened by Gui Wu again, He Ziyun gritted his teeth, looked sideways at Gui Wu, who was motionless next to him, and whispered: "Why do you always follow me?"

Why do you always say some incomprehensible things?

Gui Wu stood by the door. His right hand, which had turned into a skeleton, slowly grew flesh and blood. When he heard what the young man said, his eyes moved. He lowered his eyelids, and his light-colored eyes as soft as moonlight fell on the young man.

He Ziyun was a little strange. He actually felt that he could feel the other person's hesitation and hesitation at this moment.

Should this situation really exist?

Gui Wu didn't know what the young man was thinking. He looked at the young man and moved his thin lips slightly: "I don't know."

Gui Wu was a little confused: "It's a very strange feeling. I felt a very strange aura about you in the square, as if you should belong to the church."

This strange aura made Guiwu unconsciously want to stick to the young man, and even had the illusion that he wanted to bite the young man into pieces, swallow him into his stomach and merge with him.

There is no wise choice to hide this last point.

Thinking of this, Gui Wu closed his eyelids slightly, feeling guilty and not wanting the young man to see the confusion in his eyes.

Sure enough, He Ziyun didn't have any doubts.

He Ziyun just looked back at the depths of the church again. The statue in the deepest part was dark and strange, with little bits of fluorescence still lingering around. Even though he was so far away, he could still feel the fear of his soul being sucked in.

If it was just suspicion at the beginning, after what Gui Wu said, He Ziyun was already 80% sure that the god enshrined in the church was an evil god.

The "evil god" whom he grabbed regardless of life and death when he was passionate.

Otherwise, how could you explain Gui Wu's claim that he had an aura that belonged to the church?

Although this sounds strange.

While his thoughts were swirling, He Ziyun didn't notice Gui Wu quietly coming up next to him.

Gui Wu carefully held the door with one hand, while using his intact hand to hold the young man's hand hanging by his side again, and slowly tightened it for a few seconds.

By the time He Ziyun came back to his senses from the cold, Gui Wu had already let go.

He lowered his eyelids and did not look at He Ziyun. His left hand quickly retracted into his cloak, trying to pretend that he had not touched the young man.

He Ziyun: "..."

He Ziyun's hanging right hand moved.

He raised his eyes and looked at Gui Wu, whose face was calm as if nothing had happened. He wanted to laugh but felt helpless.

In the end, He Ziyun didn't say anything. He swallowed his doubts and smiled at Gui Wu: "Then see you at the Night Parade tonight."

"Return to nothingness."

Gui Wu gave a shallow hum and looked down at the young man walking out of the church step by step.

He Ziyun did not look back.

There is a high probability that the NPC in the dungeon will never be seen again, so he should not be too attached to a worthless NPC.

Tonight can only be regarded as an accident. Gui Wu's appearance is very consistent with his aesthetics, and even his personality is just within the acceptable level of He Ziyun. The coincidence is almost perfect.

But this can only be an accident.

He Ziyun thought coldly.

He lowered his head and rubbed his right hand carefully, as if he wanted to get rid of the remaining cold air on it.

……

Next to the church door, Gui Wu still held the door open and watched the young man go away, like a pedestrian sculpture entirely painted in white, cold and delicate.

Until He Ziyun's back turned into a small black shadow, and finally disappeared around the corner.

Only then did Gui Wu slowly let go of his hand holding the church door.

The church door, which was held up by people, was released and made a "squeaking" sound as it closed.

The young priest in white robe did not continue to support it. He took a few steps back and lowered his head to touch his still warm left hand before the church door was completely closed.

After thinking briefly for a few seconds, the young priest finally hesitantly put his left hand to his cheek.

"hot."

The young white-robed priest's silver-white eyelashes trembled slightly and his voice was low.

……

As He Ziyun expected, when he walked to the square where the dungeon was recruiting for the first time, he saw many anchors who also came out to look for clues during the safety period.

Among them, most of the anchors who are alphas team up with alphas, and some of the shorter betas naturally gather together and chat in low voices.

This makes He Ziyun feel a little lonely.

But when he saw these anchors gathered together, other anchors naturally saw him.

For example, for some reason, Zhang Yang was missing an arm and came towards him angrily with a ferocious face.

Only then did He Ziyun realize that he had forgotten to wear his hood.

Zhang Yang walked over angrily and was about to speak when he saw the omega opposite suddenly sighing.

He Ziyun's eyes fell on Zhang Yang's empty left sleeve, and the corners of his eyes quickly turned red, as if he choked with some sympathy or even sigh.

"Stay away from me, okay?"

The "weak" omega took a step back and continued: "My tear ducts are relatively developed, so I may not be able to see the image of a disabled person struggling, which makes me uncontrollably want to cry."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. He opened his eyes angrily and shouted, "Who the hell are you calling a disabled person?"

"Damn it!" Zhang Yang spat and stared at He Ziyun.

"Isn't it because of you, a bitch, that I'm like this?"

He Ziyun was really surprised now. He didn't even care that the other party scolded him and hesitated: "Me?"

How could he remember that he acted alone from the beginning? So what did Zhang Yang mean by saying this?

Why, could I still go over and chop off his arm?