Sell jars from Hokage

Chapter 711: It depends on my mood

The expression and anger of the homeless man showed his unwillingness.

This is a man who was defeated by fate.

Bankruptcy, terminal illness, abandoned by his relatives, as if the whole world was targeting him, and no one would have been able to bear it. Neither Colson nor Steve would feel that he would be stronger than the person in front of him.

Or.

Being strong can not change anything except making them less painful before death.

"You're right." Silence still had a gentle smile, and it seemed that he was not angry with this person's rudeness. He just smiled plainly, "There is no God in this world, at least I didn't have it before I came. So, are you willing to accept my mercy and use your entire worth to exchange for a young and healthy body?"

Yes, there is no God in this universe.

Before silence came, there was God's here.

After all, there is indeed a certain mythological system in the Marvel system. For example, the power of the Ghost Rider comes from the devil, and the Marvel World seems to have appeared in the Marvel World.

But after coming here, I found that there is no heaven or hell in this universe.

The silent eyes traveled through fate. When they saw the plot of Agents of S.H.E.L.D. in fate, they found that the Ghost Rider was just a superpower who had similar powers to the Ghost Rider.

At least, this is true in this universe.

Perhaps there is still some kind of continuity between this Ghost Rider and the Demon, but whether the demon's power can come to this universe still needs silence and further testing.

Faced with silent words, the tramp's inner anger was already visible to the naked eye.

"Do you think you are God?"

He felt that he had met someone who liked to tease poor people and enjoyed other people's despair.

"I don't think I am God." Silence slowly raised his palm, "but you can think so."

With his actions and words, the US dollar bills that were carefully preserved were hidden, flew out of the homeless man's body and the pile of salutes, and slowly hovered in Shen Mo's palm. This was his accumulation in the past decade.

Plop.

The homeless man collapsed on the ground, his eyes staring at all.

Then he became ecstatic and fell to the ground, as if he wanted to kiss his silent toes lightly.

Already speechless.

"Take it! Take it all! My God, I will rise to you day and night, begging you for your mercy..."

Regardless of whether the existence before him is God or not, in the present that provides hope, He is His God.

Colson and Steve watched the scene silently.

Their hearts were also filled with shock, especially when they saw that the homeless man's white hair was rapidly turning black, his wrinkled skin became smooth again, and even his thin body became full again.

A miracle?

For the desperate homeless man, this is his miracle.

Even though God took away all his assets that he had worked hard for ten years, he was still ecstatic because youth and health were inexorable no matter how much money he used.

So he kneeled down, he begged, he laughed wildly, he cried bitterly.

Steve was shocked even more.

He looked at the homeless man who had returned to his youth, thought of his gray-haired girlfriend, and his biggest regret - the dance party he had lost his appointment.

This book is the same as the experience of this homeless man, and it is a regret that cannot be changed no matter what.

That should have been the case.

But in front of "God", it seems so simple that even the price seems to be insignificant.

"Are you really God?" Steve asked.

"What do you think I am, then I am." The silent gaze stopped looking at the homeless man, but turned his head and put it on Steve for the first time.

Just a moment of looking at each other.

Steve was almost sinking into those eyes as deep as a galaxy. He seemed to have seen everything in the world, countless galaxies, his own destiny, his life, as if he had seen nothing, and he did not remember anything.

“God will respond to people’s prayers, fulfill people’s wishes, and you will do them.” Steve said.

"Just occasionally." Silence whispered, and then laughed, "In my opinion, God or demon is just a symbol of power and behavior. As long as you have the power and behavior of God, it is God. But if you really want to say, I am different from the God you think."

"Will you charge for a reward mean this is different?" Colson interrupted at this time.

He saw this god taking action twice in total.

Every time, a miracle was created.

The dead are resurrected and return to youth.

But they also received a reward every time, both Jeffrey and the homeless man paid the price of money.

Colson believes it is necessary to determine whether this is a particular preference or a rule.

"What I charge is not reward, but efforts to make my wishes." Silence slowly shook his head, looked at the two people, and chuckled, "Not everyone can get my mercy. The only thing I care about is the will to pursue my wishes. Steve, you want to make up for your regrets and want to spend a peaceful life, but are you willing to work hard for this wish?"

Steve opened his mouth slightly.

He knew everything about him and was seen through.

Name, heart.

But he could not answer this question because he did not work hard and did not even dare to visit the old man who was already a little confused on the hospital bed.

"Can you gain your mercy as long as you work hard?" Colson asked again.

Although Steve should be the leader, Steve was in a state of trance at this time, with all kinds of thoughts and could not respond at all.

Silently glanced at Colson, and just said calmly:

"No, it depends on my mood."

"..." This time it was Colson's turn to speak.

The chat with a God and a God suddenly talked about "mood", which was the last thing they wanted to see, because mood was different from the rules.

Unpredictable, unestimated.

It would be terrible if the world would be destroyed by a bad mood at any time.

"I know what you came because of, but this is really a boring purpose." Silence slowly took a step, and in an instant, everything around him stopped.

Time stops.

And this time, the coverage is the entire planet.

This is a test of showing strength, and it is also a silence.