Chapter 711: Depends on My Mood

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

This is a man struck down by fate.

Bankruptcy, terminal illness, and being abandoned by relatives, it seems that the whole world is against him, and it would be unbearable for anyone else. Neither Coulson nor Steve feel that they will be stronger than the person in front of him.

Or.

Being strong doesn't change anything at all except to make them feel less miserable before they die.

"You're right." The silence was still a gentle smile, and he didn't seem to be irritated by this man's rudeness, he just smiled plainly, "There is no God in this world, at least not before I came, so you are willing to accept me The mercy of you, exchange all your worth for a young and healthy body?"

Yes, there is no God in this universe.

There was God's here before the silence came.

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 movie Marvel world seems to have appeared in the Ghost Rider.

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

Silent sight passed through fate and saw the story of the agent of SHIELD in fate, but found that the ghost knight was just a superpower with power similar to the ghost knight.

At least, in this universe.

Perhaps there is still some kind of continuity between the ghost knight and the demon, but whether the power of the demon can come to this universe requires further temptation and testing by silence.

In the face of the silent words, the anger in the homeless man's heart was already visible to the naked eye.

"Do you think you are God?"

He felt that he had met people who liked to make fun of poor people, taking pleasure in the despair of others.

"I don't think I'm God." Silent raised his palm slowly, "But you can think so."

Following his actions and words, the carefully preserved US dollar bills, hidden, flew out from the body of the homeless person and the pile of salutes, and slowly hovered in the silent palms. This is his accumulation of nearly ten years. .

puff.

The homeless man slumped to the ground, staring blankly at all this.

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

Already a little speechless.

"Take it! Take it all! My God, I will come to you day and night, and beseech your mercy..."

Whether the presence before him is God or not, he is his God in the present that provides hope.

Coulson and Steve watched this scene silently.

Their hearts were also full of shock, especially when they saw that the white hair of the homeless person quickly turned black, the wrinkled skin became smooth again, and even the thin body became full again.

Miracle?

For the desperate homeless man, this is his miracle.

Even though God took away all the assets of his ten years of hard work, he was still ecstatic, because youth and health could not be exchanged for no matter how much money he spent.

So he knelt, he begged, he laughed, he wept.

Steve was shaken even more.

He looked at the vagabond who had returned to youth, thought of his already gray-haired girlfriend, and thought of his biggest regret—the missed dance.

This book, like what happened to this homeless man, is a regret that cannot be changed no matter what.

It should have been so.

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

"Are you really God?" Steve asked.

"What do you think I am, then what I am." The silent gaze was not looking at the tramp, but turned his head and placed it on Steve for the first time.

Just staring at each other for a moment.

Steve was about to sink into those deep eyes like a galaxy. He seemed to see everything in the world, countless galaxies, his own destiny, and his life, as if he had seen nothing. I don't even remember seeing anything.

"God will answer people's prayers and fulfill their wishes, and so will you," Steve said.

"Only occasional." Silence whispered, and then laughed, "In my opinion, God or demons are just symbols of ability and behavior. As long as you have God's power and behavior, you are God. Say, I'm still different from what you think of God."

"You're getting paid, do you mean that's different?" Coulson interjected at this point.

He saw the god make two shots in total.

Every time it works a miracle.

The dead are resurrected and youthful.

But they were also paid every time, whether it was Jeffrey or the tramp, they all paid the price of money.

Coulson felt it was necessary to determine whether it was some kind of special preference, or some kind of rule.

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

Steve opened his mouth slightly.

He knew everything about himself and was seen through.

name, heart.

But this question, he couldn't answer, because he didn't work hard, and he didn't even dare to visit the old man who was lying on the hospital bed and was already somewhat unconscious.

"As long as you work hard, can you get your mercy?" Coulson asked again.

Although it should be led by Steve, but at this time, Steve fell into a kind of trance state, with all kinds of thoughts, unable to respond at all.

Silent glanced at Coulson, but said plainly:

"No, it depends on my mood."

"..." This time it was Coulson's turn to be speechless.

Chatting with a god, a god, suddenly talked about "mood", which is the last thing they want to see, because the mood is different from the rules.

Unpredictable, impossible to estimate.

It would be terrifying to destroy the world at any time because of a bad mood.

"I know why you came here, but this is really a boring purpose." Silent took a step slowly, and in an instant, everything around him stopped.

Time stops.

And this time, the coverage is the entire planet.

This is a show of strength, but also a temptation to silence.

Look at the reactions of people who stop time all over the planet.

The Time Stone on a bald-headed Supreme Mage's chest glowed softly, making her the only person on the planet other than Coulson and Steve who wasn't stopped.

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