God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Born from nowhere in this dark and deserted church, everyone who steps into the church holds endless wishes. They are afraid of him, afraid of him, and long for him... just because he is the only medium to make wishes to the statue of God. .

For so many years, no one has asked him anything. Is it uncomfortable? Is it scary to be alone in a dark church...

Gui Wu felt that he was not sad or scared, he was just a little too lonely.

A person has been guarding the church for so long. At first, Guiwu would think about why he was a priest and why he was different from everyone else. As time went by, Guiwu's idea faded away.

It's okay, he's used to it.

If the young man had not appeared, the white-robed priest would have stayed alone...

"It's a little weird,"

Gui Wu's silver-white pupils were gradually filled with gold: "At first, I felt that the aura on your body attracted me, but later, it didn't seem to be the case."

The white-robed priest smiled lightly. He raised his head slightly and shook his chin on the young man's knee: "I seem to like you more than that intangible aura."

I like the warm hands, the beating heart, and the eyes of young people every time they look over...

【Fuck! ! ! Kill me to support these two beauties! ! ? ? 】

[There is no need to be so excited upstairs, add me! 】

[Hahahahahaha, the priest moves so fast, damn! Just one step, right? ! 】

【did you see! My wife’s eyes were panicked! ! 】

[This is really, I don’t even know what to say! Damn it! ! 】

[Promise him, promise him, promise him! ! ! 】

[At least let my CP come true before I leave, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

He Ziyun blinked slowly after listening to this man's series of words that were similar to confessions.

The heart in his chest was so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat. He Ziyun's throat was dry, and the fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly: "Why, what?"

He Ziyun admits that from the beginning to now, he has never done anything deliberately to get disfavor. It's not that he can't, but that he doesn't want to.

Guiwu is too clean.

Even though he was clearly performing a sacrifice similar to what an evil god would do, he was unaware of it. He was like a child who only knew how to act instinctively. He would do whatever others said.

Why now….

"Cough——" The white-robed priest suddenly coughed lightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

He lowered his head blankly and looked down. On the young man's pure black cloak, there were dots of blood, covered with his own blood.

Gui Wu was a little surprised. He subconsciously touched the blood on the young man's knee and asked, "Will I also vomit blood..."

He Ziyun: "..."

Although the heartbeat in his chest was so violent that his head was shaking, He Ziyun couldn't help but curl his lips: "When people die, they will bleed."

Gui Wu was stunned for a moment. He looked up at He Ziyun's red eyes, and something on his chest made a soft "thump" sound.

"Both?"

The white-robed priest smiled, and the intertwined colors in his eyes were completely suppressed by the gold. Large swaths of gold surged, almost filling his entire eye sockets.

"Then I should be considered a human being..."

Gui Wu trembled greatly, and his holy and cold expression was gradually replaced by pain and distortion, but he smiled more and more happily.

"He Ziyun."

The dazzling silver hair gradually lost its original alluring color. The white-robed priest lay on He Ziyun's knees and slowly closed his eyes.

This scene was so vivid that the audience in the live broadcast room instantly became red-eyed:

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

[Have you completely lost your CP...]

[No, the priest is really miserable, woo woo woo, is there no other way to pass the level?]

[I think so. It’s definitely not possible for the priest to offer sacrifices alone. Didn’t you see that the priest didn’t even look at anyone else? 】

[Yes, this is what the priest himself wants...but in a sense, this ending is also he, right? 】

[Fuck you, unilateral he is nothing but he]

He Ziyun lowered his head and looked at Gui Wu's closed eyelids. The huge statue behind him made a loud cracking sound, and thick black mist spread out from the statue, surrounding the entire church.

The statue was destroyed, and the surrounding bricks and tiles fragments fell layer by layer, making huge roaring and crackling sounds. When those broken walls were about to fall on the young man, a thick black mist would wrap them up and slowly digest them.

The wind that came from nowhere blew away the young man's cloak, revealing what had been hidden under his cloak for several days.

The slightly wider neckline just exposes the young man's slender neck. The purple dark lines are simple and delicate, which sets off the young man's extremely white skin color. In the thick black mist, it actually shows a cream-like skin color.

He Ziyun's waist was already thin. Now he was kneeling on the ground, and his back was tightened into a very thin and graceful curve. A large area of ​​cold white was exposed on his back, and his two waist hollows were looming downwards. It seemed that as long as he used It can be easily held with one palm.

[Damn it, no wonder my wife always wears a cloak! ! ! ! 】

[I'm crazy, I'm really crazy! 】

[Who the hell can stand this? Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

[No, no, no, why at this time, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

[Are the tears I just shed going to disappear? 】

[Tears turned into saliva and flowed out]

[My wife’s figure is really suitable for wearing a skirt, but he doesn’t seem to like it]

[Hehehe, but I quite like it]

[No... The priest just disappeared a second ago, are you really that okay? 】

As soon as this barrage came out, the entire screen-licking text instantly froze.

There was only suffocating silence left in the Broken Ground Church.

He Ziyun looked at the white-robed priest who was slowly disappearing on his knees without blinking, and his voice was hoarse and no longer clear: "What if-"

He was silent for a moment, lowered his head, picked up the hand of the white-robed priest hanging on his knee, and lifted off the glove.

Gui Wu is dead, and his ability to recover naturally no longer exists. The hand that should have been intact is now covered with bones, and the finger bones are pitifully exposed, surrounded by bright red flesh that has stopped growing halfway.

Why aren't you stupid...

On the screen, He Ziyun lowered his head, and under the gaze of countless viewers, he placed it on the side of the white-robed priest's face that was about to disappear, like a gentle and unconscious kiss.

The young man raised his head. He looked at the gray and broken walls around him. His eyes stayed on the black mist around him for a long time. He held Gui Wu's bloody hand, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile:

"See you next time."

Return to nothing.

【Ding】

[Anchor He Ziyun unlocks the truth about the copy [Night Tour Festival]]

[Dungeon main mission: The transformation progress of the alien world is 100% (cleared)]