God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

This blood mist is very strange. It can invade people's brains and cause abnormal nerve excitement. It is likely to make people lose their correct judgment in a short period of time.

It's something similar to a mental attack.

Yang Jingshu had encountered her in the corridor before. The blood mist at that time was not too thick and could bring temporary sluggishness and excitement. Now the blood mist was several times thicker. She couldn't imagine what would happen if this thing got into her body. .

Yang Jingshu narrowed her eyes, took Fang Ran's left hand and began to slowly turn it into a chain.

Fang Ran was also anxious at this time, but she faced the blood mist head-on, and she didn't have as much experience as Yang Jingshu. After taking a big sip, she couldn't move. Now even her tongue was so stiff that she couldn't move.

She could feel the hand holding her waist gradually becoming cold and hard, and she could naturally guess what Yang Jingshu was thinking.

Yang Jingshu only had one chance. She would open the iron cage, take out the chain in her left hand, and kill the earl directly. The predicament at this time would naturally be solved.

Just when Yang Jingshu was about to take action, the white-robed priest whose eyes returned to silvery white slowly walked between the three of them.

The blood mist that filled the air suddenly froze in place. The white-robed priest did not even touch them. The blood mist quickly retracted as if it had encountered a natural enemy and condensed back into the count's body.

The count suffered a backlash and vomited blood again.

He didn't give up and wanted to say something else, but when he raised his head, he saw Gui Wu's silvery eyes that were so cold that they had no mechanism. The other person looked at him with his eyelids lowered and his voice was cold:

"Earl, your wish this year has not been promised by God."

"You can go back now."

The earl gritted his teeth and beat the ground angrily, but he could only stand upright. After bowing with difficulty to the white-robed priest, he walked tremblingly toward the church door.

The three female anchors looked a little confused and subconsciously asked: "Why would he help them?"

Why do NPCs in dungeons help people?

He Ziyun, who was behind the three people, heard this, his eyes changed slightly, and a touch of sarcasm filled them.

How could an NPC help someone?

It would be a good thing if they didn't push her. For example, Vera, although her approach was a bit strange, if it wasn't for the fact that the young man had worked so hard to win his favor for so long, don't forget that she originally planned to peel off the young man's skin alive.

As for returning to nothing...

He Ziyun couldn't see through him. He always felt that there was something strange about Gui Wu. The way he looked at him and even the way he spoke were very strange.

But He Ziyun understood that Gui Wu's voice to stop the earl from taking action now was definitely not to help others, but that the time for making a wish should be limited.

Sure enough, just as He Ziyun's idea came to him, the white-robed priest at the altar turned around and said to the group of people: "The next person to make a wish can come out."

After watching a good show, Vera lazily walked forward and was about to kneel down by the altar when Gui Wu stopped her: "Legion will make a wish today."

"Witcheswood last."

Vera's expression changed: "Why?"

Gui Wu looked at her quietly: "I said, Legion makes a wish first."

The scene instantly became a bit stalemate, and finally Vera retreated.

The taciturn legion leader nodded to Vera and walked with heavy steps towards the white-robed priest waiting at the altar.

Gui Wu glanced at him lightly and repeated the same words as before.

The legion commander was unexpectedly very obedient. Without saying a word, he knelt down beside the altar with the sound of his armor clattering. When his heavy weight fell, the ground felt like it was being shaken.

The legion commander looked back at Zhang Yang and Li Zhao behind him, "Come here."

Zhang Yang and Zhang Yang looked at each other, walked to the altar and knelt down without resistance.

The white-robed priest began to repeat again.

Vera, who retreated, looked at the three people in front of her who were making wishes and bit her lower lip unwillingly, but she couldn't say anything and could only look at the three witches behind her.

It was this look that made her see the young men behind the three female anchors.

The young man has a slender figure, and his whole body is getting thinner under the black cloak. The exposed chin is delicate and white, and he has a full sense of atmosphere.

Vera: "..."

Vera looked at the young man behind the female anchor with complicated eyes, pursed her lips and walked towards the young man.

He Ziyun also noticed the footsteps getting closer and raised his head.

He wasn't too surprised when he saw the gloomy-looking Vera. Originally, he didn't expect to be able to hide for long, but now that Jindu has come in, there's nothing wrong with being discovered.

The young man did not pull down his cloak. He smiled lightly at Vera and said in a sweet tone as before: "Sister."

Vera: "..."

Vera's full words instantly dissipated in this sentence. She looked helplessly at the young man and said, "Didn't I tell you not to come out?"

Having said that, there was not much surprise on Vera's face, only helplessness and confusion: "If you make a wish, you won't be able to get out."

"does it worth?"

Vera asked.

He Ziyun's eyes narrowed slightly under his cloak, and he unexpectedly got a clue at this moment.

What do you mean you can't get out?

The young man took a sip of spring, and his voice sounded a little confused: "Is it worth it?"

Vera seemed to have no desire to continue talking. She just looked at the young man solemnly and did not continue to speak.

At this time, the three legions beside the altar had already made their wishes and stood up. Zhang Yang and Li Zhao both looked relaxed, their faces were as white as paper, and their movements when they stood up were weak and weak. It is not difficult to see that they must have paid their dues. What.

To He Ziyun's surprise, the legion commander turned out to be the weakest-looking person.

The legion commander stood up several times but was hit hard on the ground. It was obvious that he could no longer bear the heavy armor on his body.

It took a long time for the legion commander to stand up. He first saluted the white-robed priest, and then slowly walked towards the church door. When passing by He Ziyun, the legion commander paused.

Zhuzhu in He Ziyun's arms looked at the legion commander through the gap in his cloak, and the hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly.

The young man noticed the beads in his arms were trembling, and reached out to touch the girl's eyes, gently blocking the eyes of the girl and the legion commander.

There was darkness in front of Zhuzhu's eyes for a moment, and he could only hear the heavy footsteps walking farther and farther.

The legion commander left.

Not knowing what happened, Zhuzhu suddenly felt her nose was a little sore, and the painful and sore feeling swept through her body, making her want to cry.

……

Gui Wu was still standing by the altar. He looked at the young man who was talking to Vera through the cover of the crowd, his lips pursed into a straight line.

"It's your turn."

The white-robed priest suddenly spoke, his tone as cold as ice.

He pointed to the three anxious female anchors, and then to Vera in front of He Ziyun, "You four come first."

Finally, the white-robed priest met the young man's gaze, his eyelashes slightly lowered, his expression deep and unpredictable, "You, make your last wish."