God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The noisy voices in the square stopped.

The next second, He Ziyun saw with his own eyes that the crowd rushed forward. The so-called "trash" who fell on the ground screamed in horror. In just a few seconds, he was torn into pieces by the crazy crowd.

In the empty dead silence, human internal organs were scattered on the ground, scarlet blood soaked the floor tiles, and even the air was filled with the strong smell of blood.

The crowd who had just torn apart a living person acted as if they had never done anything. They casually patted the blood and minced meat on their hands, took the arms of their companions again, and browsed the surrounding stalls with smiles.

He Ziyun was silent for a few seconds, "That's it?"

Why does he think the crowd is quite enthusiastic towards "trash"?

Zhuzhu didn't understand his thoughts and nodded: "Yes, that's it."

"Because we have no value."

He Ziyun stopped talking. He originally wanted to bring Zhuzhu to buy some drinks, but found that the only thing in the square was the "red drink" from the witch's stall, so he gave up.

Zhuzhu was eager to try it, but was severely criticized by He Ziyun who knew the true identity of the "red drink".

Just when the two of them were squatting in the corner beside the stall, the roaring bell suddenly rang, and the stabber's head was buzzing.

As the bell rang, the sound of buying and selling in the entire stall suddenly stopped.

Both the seller and the buyer retreated to both sides of the road at the same time, leaving only the spacious road in the middle.

He Ziyun looked up, and his eyes instantly hurt from the strong light.

The float, which is shaped like a lotus, is all white. Coupled with the white lights pendant in it, the float is as white as jade, like a sacred flower that is holy and cannot be bullied.

There are three such floats in total, and among them are several men and women in gorgeous clothes, looking at the surrounding stalls expressionlessly.

This is it, the float.

He Ziyun squinted his eyes to adapt to the white light on the Lotus car, and it took him a long time to fully open his eyes.

He saw Yang Jingshu and Fang Ran on the first float, then three familiar women wearing witch black robes on the second float, and then, four muscular men on the last float.

Among them, Zhang Yang, who is missing an arm, is extremely conspicuous.

He Ziyun raised an eyebrow when he saw Zhang Yang.

I have to say that the opponent's health is really pretty good, but I guess the props and the like should be about the same.

He Ziyun is happy to think.

The float was not traveling very fast. It looked like it had been set at a deliberately slow speed and was driving ahead unhurriedly.

Ahead is the church.

He Ziyun looked at the church at the deepest part of the stall, his eyes flashing.

As if sensing the young man's gaze, the church door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened with a creaking sound, ringing in everyone's ears.

But hearing it is the strangest thing.

Counting forward from the stall, there must be at least about 800 meters away. At such a distance, everyone can still hear the sound of the door opening. Isn't it just to say hello and say there is a problem?

He Ziyun looked at the slowly opening church door not far away, reached out and lowered the edge of his hood, "Let's go take a look."

For the remaining 20% ​​progress, you must enter the church again.

From beginning to end, all the problems in the "other world" should start from the church.

……

Yang Jingshu lowered her head and pulled off the satin top that almost exposed her upper body, and frowned: "What are these clothes, sacrifices used for?"

Fang Ran next to her was wearing similar clothes to her, but she had a flat figure and didn't look as exposed as Yang Jingshu. Hearing this, he subconsciously whispered: "Is it possible that it's you? Your figure -"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Ran's voice stopped abruptly.

Fang Ran: "Yes, it's a bit revealing..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled off the meat on her thighs hard, wishing she could slap herself a few times.

How can it be said so obviously?

The barrage almost made me laugh out loud: [I really saw the right person, this female beta is really funny]

[I bet a pack of spicy strips, she just wanted to say that Yang Da has a good figure]

[Yang Da’s figure is really good, hahahaha, those muscle lines are amazing]

[Really, I feel so safe when I look at it]

Yang Jingshu didn't know if she heard what she meant. She didn't show any expression when she heard the words. She just arranged her clothes and looked up to look around.

The surrounding stalls were very beautifully decorated, and both sellers and buyers were standing on both sides of the road looking up at them, their gazes mixed with awe.

Yang Jingshu just wanted to say a few words to Fang Ran when the church door opened.

The dull sound of the door opening was so loud that it almost made people subconsciously look up, just in time to see the snow-white church door slowly open, revealing the dark interior.

Like an invisible black hole.

After spitting on himself, Fang Ran's heart skipped a beat when he saw the church. He moved all the way from the opposite side of Yang Jingshu to the side, and felt a sense of security when he got closer.

"Sister Jing, do we all have to go in later?"

Fang Ran's voice was very soft when she came closer. She seemed a little scared and unconsciously wrapped her arms around Yang Jingshu's left hand as she spoke.

Yang Jingshu's eyes remained unchanged. She lowered her eyelids and glanced at Fang Ran's hand on her arm. She had no reaction to the other party calling her Sister Jing: "Well, I have already seen the earl and the housekeeper."

Fang Ran was startled and looked forward from Yang Jingshu's side. Sure enough, he saw several figures standing next to the church door.

Everyone has arrived.

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A man in a gorgeous dress stood beside the white church. The count, who should have been proud and proud, was now restlessly walking back and forth, followed by the equally eager butler.

Vera, who was leaning in Andy's arms next to her, yawned slowly, her bright red lips slightly hooked: "Why is the count so anxious? Isn't the float not here yet?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the tall man standing silently on the side of the road.

"Legion Commander, you are not in a hurry."

The legion commander was covered in pure black armor, with no face exposed. He looked heavy and depressed.

Hearing his name, the legion commander slowly raised his head, and the iron armor behind him made a "clop" sound as he moved, "I'm not in a hurry."

The legion commander's voice was very low: "Every year, it is always the legion's last wish."

Vera seemed unable to hold back her smile.

The earl was already upset. He always felt that something was wrong when he went back last night, but there was no trace of him in the house. So far, he can't calm down.

When Vera smiled like this, the Earl couldn't help but sneer: "The Earl's Mansion must be the first to make a wish."

Vera ignored him and played with Andy's bony fingers without raising her head: "Whatever."

count:"……"

In the end, the butler couldn't bear to see his boss being targeted, so he reminded him in a low voice: "Count, the church door is about to open."

The count fell silent for a moment.

As the church door opened completely, a wisp of white silence stayed behind for who knows how long.