God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The young priest in silver-white robes looked at the three people outside the door, his snow-white eyelashes under his hood lowered, and his tone was cold: "The time is almost up."

When they saw Gui Wu appear, the three of them immediately stood firm, completely losing their initial laxity and anxiety.

The three of them all bowed their heads to Gui Wu behind the door and asked when the sacrifice could begin.

Gui Wu, who was wrapped in a silver robe, was confused for a while. He stood behind the door and looked at the three people in front of him, "Didn't I just say that?"

The three of them were stunned.

Gui Wu no longer paid attention to them. He raised his eyes and looked at the approaching float not far away. His indifferent gaze was like ice: "As soon as the float arrives, you will choose the order in which you will come in."

After saying that, he turned directly and walked into the church, and soon disappeared into a heart-stopping darkness.

After Gui Wu left for a long time, the earl stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. When he saw the sweat on his hand, he was stunned for a few seconds and whispered: "He seems to be in a bad mood."

It was the first time for the old housekeeper to face the church directly. His legs were shaking. Hearing this, he subconsciously murmured why.

The earl didn't respond to him, and held his sweaty hands in a daze.

He hadn't sweated in an unknown amount of time. Ever since he made a successful wish for the first time, he had lost everything he could feel as a human being.

Vera's face turned even paler. She looked at the wide-open church door, and her hand hanging by her side held Andy's arm tightly: "This time, should I still make the wish I made before?"

"Andy?"

Andy lowered his head to look at her and hummed deeply.

Vera was in a daze: "What should you do? I think-"

Before she finished speaking, Andy shook his head at her: "No, I'm satisfied."

Vera said no more, but her expression remained panicked.

The only silent legion commander looked at the darkness in the church and suddenly said: "If neither of you is willing to be the first to go in, I-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the count.

The count's handsome and cold face was full of ridicule: "A blacksmith also wants to be the first to go in and make a wish?"

"Legion Commander, what you should think about is waiting at the back with your muscular men."

The Count's words were unsparing.

But the legion commander didn't even move, as if he were a real iron lump, and didn't say a word.

He Ziyun, who was hiding in the dark, squatted on the ground, using the bushes nearby to cover himself and Zhuzhu, and listened to a "big show".

Sure enough, as Yang Jingshu said, the concept of "class" in this dungeon was very terrifying. It was so terrifying that even though the legion commander seemed to be more powerful, he did not dare to refute the count's words.

It's almost an ingrained concept.

Zhuzhu beside her had been very quiet since just now. She looked at the legion commander in full armor not far away in silence, and her hands and feet began to hurt.

Zhuzhu pulled the corner of the young man's cloak, and her voice was like misty water droplets, "It's him, yes, it's him."

The iron tower in her memory was like a hill. She didn't even see the other person's face clearly, but her hand tendons and hamstrings were cut alive, and even the whole face was cut, and finally discarded.

It's like throwing away a real piece of garbage.

Zhuzhu can still remember lying on the dirty ground in the alley, watching the legion commander's back as he left without any regret.

She couldn't understand the pain she was feeling.

She was obviously just a child who was sold by her parents, and she had only known the legion commander for a few days, so why was the painful feeling when she was thrown away still still lingering to this day?

Sensing that something was wrong with Zhuzhu's condition, He Ziyun directly held the other person's hand that was holding the corner of his clothes and reminded in a low voice:

"Let me remind you, if we are discovered because of you, I will not save you."

He himself wasn't even sure he would get in.

But that white-robed priest...

He Ziyun suddenly remembered the scene when the other party held his hand in the church, and paused in a threatening tone.

The young man was silent for a few seconds.

But Zhuzhu was pulled directly out of her memories by his words. Her face covered with hyperplasia and flesh marks was a little dazed, but she quickly regained consciousness.

She shook her head, "I know, I won't."

But even though he said he didn't know how, his eyes were still staring straight at the tall legion commander, unwilling to let go.

He Ziyun was watching from the side, always feeling that there was something wrong with Zhuzhu's gaze, a little familiar, but mixed with hatred and confusion.

Young people have always stayed away from such things that are mixed with emotions.

But it is a pity that whether it is Liang An in the previous copy or Zhuzhu, a little girl who is only ten years old now, the things on her back are too heavy.

He Ziyun didn't want to hide another clue, so he pretended that he didn't see the confusion in Zhu Zhu's eyes.

In such a moment of interruption, the float has already arrived.

The flawless white lotus float was parked on the stone path below the steps of the church. The "sacrifice" got off the float one after another, stepped on the steps, and approached the church.

The leaders, Yang Jingshu and Fang Ran, were walking together. One was tall and the other was short. They were wearing light white dresses of the same color. Their black hair was still draped straight on their naked backs, showing some amazing charm. .

In such a comparison, the witches coming off the float behind them seemed dull and boring.

The black cloak covered almost all the features of the female anchors, and no skin could be seen at all.

Then, there were legion anchors wearing ordinary clothes, and not surprisingly, they were two male alpha anchors.

Among them, Zhang Yang and He Ziyun, who was missing his arm, were already familiar with him. Next to him was a handsome-looking man with a slight smile on his lips, who looked very easy to talk to.

When He Ziyun saw the male alpha, his eyes darkened almost invisible.

Why does this male alpha look familiar?

Not wanting to waste time with irrelevant people, this idea was quickly thrown away by the young man. Taking advantage of the crowd at the moment, he wanted to get up. As soon as he moved, the hand hanging by his side was pulled.

Zhuzhu raised her head and looked at him, "I'll go with you."

He Ziyun looked down at her, "How can we go together?"

……

The Earl was very satisfied with the two "wine waiters" who were dressed up like brides. He glanced at the old butler behind him, who was hunched over, and said with a smile: "Not bad, very beautiful."

The old butler nodded and bowed, "Thank you, Earl."

The earl stretched out his hand, originally intending to pat Yang Jingshu's shoulder, but it was not high enough. He subconsciously put his foot down, but felt embarrassed and put his hand down in a pretentious manner.

"How can a woman be so tall?"

The earl retracted his hand and moved his gaze to Fang Ran next to him.

This is right...

The count thought about patting Fang Ran, but as soon as he raised his hand, Yang Jingshu pulled Fang Ran directly into the dark church.

count:"……"

He looked at the dark church and motioned to the old butler behind him to follow him.