God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

At the door of the church, Vera looked at the count and others who had disappeared inside the door, and took Andy's hand to go inside.

Andy stood still.

He looked at Vera, who looked impatient, and his tone was still gentle: "I am very satisfied now, and I have no other extravagance."

Vera bit her lower lip until it was bloody and her eyes were still staring at Andy.

In the end, Vera gave up. She turned her head and her sweet voice became cold and hoarse: "Follow me, don't fall behind."

After saying that, she let go of Andy's hand and walked directly into the church without looking back.

The three female anchors behind him looked at each other, but without much hesitation, they followed inside.

Andy looked at the backs of the five of them, and something crystal light seemed to flash through the empty eye sockets.

Andy suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait, how many people did he see just now?

Five? !

.........

In the dim church, He Ziyun's hand hidden under his cloak was firmly placed on the crook of the little girl's leg to prevent her from falling.

Zhuzhu was also very obedient. She stayed motionless on the young man's chest and didn't say a word. She just hugged the young man's neck and breathed shallowly.

The three female anchors next to them looked at the looming young figure next to them and did not dare to speak.

During the discussion between several NPCs just now, the young man came over quietly, and because he was wearing a black cloak, he blended in without leaving any trace.

Although the leading female alpha anchor was so angry that her teeth itched, she still said nothing and let He Ziyun sneak in by default.

"Miracle" is a miracle for human beings. Apart from any deep hatred in the live broadcast room, most human beings are relatively united. They may not help, but they will basically not add insult to injury.

Of course, He Ziyun dared to sneak in like this, so he was naturally not afraid that someone would expose him.

He didn't feel that Guiwu would not welcome him.

After all, when I left last night, the other party's behavior didn't seem to be indifferent...

Since he had sneaked in, He Ziyun walked at the end with Zhuzhu in his arms, followed by Zhang Yang, another male alpha anchor, and the taciturn legion commander.

The sound of the armor in the dark was obvious, and the sound of the friction between steel and steel was particularly clear, making people feel unnaturally irritated?

Maybe it was because the light was too dim after entering, and the regiment commander seemed to be very easy to talk to. Zhang Yang, who was walking behind him, lowered his voice and talked to Li Zhao next to him.

"Shall we make a wish later? Or..."

Just as Zhang Yang finished speaking, before Li Zhao had time to respond, the regimental commander who had been silent behind him spoke.

"Don't make a sound."

The legion commander's voice was muffled, but his murderous intent was extremely clear: "If you don't want to die now."

Zhang Yang fell silent for a moment.

Next to him, Li Zhao's eyes also changed, and he shook his head at Zhang Yang.

He Ziyun, who was walking in front, smiled happily, and his chest moved slightly, attracting Zhuzhu's curious gaze.

Maybe because she has lived in the alley for too long, she can still see relatively clearly in the dark, such as the way young people are dressed nowadays...

Zhuzhu's eyes were fixed on the young man's white chest, which was mostly exposed. He blinked and rested his head on the other person's chin, resisting the hand that was ready to touch it.

How could someone be so white? It's not as pale as death...

He Ziyun, who had no idea what Zhuzhu was thinking, followed Vera and the three female anchors and walked slowly deeper into the church.

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At the same time, Guiwu, who was already standing next to the statue with his eyes closed and waiting, suddenly opened his eyes.

The silver-white eyes under the pure white hood rolled and his eyelashes trembled. The young priest unconsciously took a few steps forward before stopping in place under the Earl's puzzled gaze.

He felt the strange aura that attracted him again...

This shows that the young man who unconsciously developed possessive and destructive desires also came to this church.

The corners of Gui Wu's mouth slowly raised, and unfamiliar joy swept up his chest at an extremely fast speed. The violent heartbeat sounded like tinnitus in his head, and he actually covered his chest in panic.

When did he have a heart?

The white-robed priest thought.

The earl next to him broke into a cold sweat and asked cautiously: "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Having said that, the earl didn't think that the white-robed priest in front of him would have any physical problems. An immortal "monster", no, maybe a "messenger of God", would also have some discomfort?

In fact, he wanted to ask the priest when the wish-making would begin.

As if he just realized that there was someone around him, Gui Wu slowly raised his head and looked at the earl, with a slight doubt in his silver-white eyes: "Isn't it comfortable?"

The white-robed priest repeated word for word, and before the count was about to be frightened by his imagination, he continued: "Uncomfortable means that the heart will beat violently, and there are even signs of dizziness?"

Gui Wu paused for a few seconds and said, "Please touch my hand."

The earl was dumbfounded for a moment: "...what?"

When his mind was in confusion and he didn't know how to answer, the white-robed priest opposite had already stretched out his hand and walked towards him, so scared that the earl didn't dare to move at all.

Finally, the white-robed priest stopped in front of him, lowered his head and untied his gloves as if he had made a lot of determination, and stretched out his hand towards the count.

count:"……"

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the white-robed priest before quickly retracting his hand, his brain almost stopped thinking.

Who will tell him what happened to the priest? !

The skin that the fingertips touched was cold and stiff, and the eyes of the white-robed priest under the hood were calm, and the extremely strong disgust almost overwhelmed him.

He didn't take the opportunity to be frightened by the Earl, who strode back to the altar and knelt down, then stretched out his hand to dip the skin he just touched into the water.

The onlookers Yang Jingshu and Fang Ran stood aside without saying a word, as motionless as sculptures.

Until the two of them saw at the same time that the white-robed priest's fingers that were put into the water were quickly corroded, revealing the cold white finger bones.

Fang Ran shuddered and moved closer to Yang Jingshu.

When the sacrifice begins, the two of them will be thrown into the water, and then...

The random thoughts in Fang Ran's mind were interrupted by the chaotic footsteps behind him before they could take shape.

The leader, Vera, had cold eyes, her lower lip was bitten and torn, and little bits of blood fell into it, making her look even more beautiful.

When she saw the white-robed priest kneeling beside the altar, Vera's eyes paused for a few seconds, the coldness on her face faded a little, and she stood aside with pursed lips.

The female anchors behind him naturally did not dare to speak and stayed silent behind Vera.

Until He Ziyun, who was holding Zhuzhu at the end of the team, walked in. The white-robed priest kneeling beside the altar suddenly took out his hand from the altar as if he had received an advance warning.

The young man who happened to walk in to watch the whole process said: "..."