The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Your god?"

Stephen squinted his eyes and looked at the people behind Liu Qiming through the thin slits of his eyelids, from Lang Yuwen to Li Zhaofeng, from Mashan to Li Muchen, and finally back to Liu Qiming.

He laughed.

"There is only one God in this world! He is the source of life, the light of the soul, the eternal fire, and the king of the gods!"

"Do you think you have won? No! You can never win in front of the true God!"

"You stupid humans will pay a price for deceiving the gods! You will be reduced to ashes in the wrath of the gods!"

The cross on Stephen's chest began to glow.

He was soon bathed in the light, and his whole body seemed to be buoyed by the light and floated into the air.

A pair of fiery red wings appeared behind him, carrying ethereal flames and fanning heat waves.

The whole VIP room became hot, and people felt like they were locked in an oven.

At this time, the premiere room was also abuzz:

"Fuck, what did I see?"

"Daughter-in-law, come out and see God!"

"Damn it, is Old Bidden going to regret it?"

"Where is Taoist Master Maoshan? Use the talisman to calm him down!"

……

Zheng Jiahao quickly closed the premiere. This is already content not suitable for children. Anyway, the evidence has been preserved, and what follows is no longer a gambling game, but a life and death battle.

Although Zheng Jiahao has seen Ma Shan's ability, he believes that Ma Shan will never suffer in a fight.

But when he saw Stephen flying with flaming wings growing on his body, he still felt scared.

This is completely beyond his cognition.

Most of the people in the VIP room were just like Zheng Jiahao. They were confused and their worldview quickly collapsed.

The cat in the lady's arms had its hair exploding and meowed non-stop.

But the lady no longer cares about her precious child.

She began to regret why she followed the man to the casino to join in the fun. Now she just wants to escape, go back to her villa, close the door and never come out again.

But like most people, she couldn't move at all in the face of the oppression of death. Not to mention running away, he couldn't even move his feet.

The light on Stephen became more and more dazzling, the flames of the void wings burned more and more intensely, and the temperature in the room became higher and higher.

"Stephen, are you crazy?" Lin Tianhao yelled.

"Hahaha, are you crazy? No! I'm not crazy! I'm just following God's will to burn these people who deceive God. There may be innocent people among you, but it doesn't matter. Don't be afraid. You will be in the glory of God. Be purified, turn into divine light, and go to the unsullied heaven!"

Stephen's voice was full of mercy and compassion, as if God had come to save the suffering people of the world.

Lin Tianhao knows how powerful Stephen is, and I am afraid that no one here today can escape bad luck.

He must take action to stop Stephen and stop this killing. Although he was not sure at all.

Lin Tianhao pressed the armrests of the Taishi's chair with both hands, exerted force in his Dantian, and stood up from the pressure of the holy light. The chair beneath him shattered with a click due to the huge reaction force.

At this moment, he saw Ma Shan also stand up, faster and lighter than him.

Then, under his astonished gaze, Ma Shan jumped up with incredible strength and speed.

In a daze, Lin Tianhao seemed to see the shadow of a dragon flashing past.

He thought he was dazzled and shook his head hard.

In just the blink of an eye, Ma Shan had jumped on top of Stephen's head.

"Fuck you!"

Mashan roared and slapped him down.

The fire of the void was extinguished, the burning wings disappeared, and the dazzling white cross light disappeared.

Stephen's body fell from the air and hit the gaming table with a thud.

The solid gaming table was smashed to pieces, and there was even a deep dent in the floor.

Stephen became embedded in the pit and became a meatloaf.

Ma Shan fell from the sky and stood there like a god.

Everyone was shocked, and their hearts changed from the fear of death just now to another kind of fear, the fear of Mashan's powerful strength.

At this moment, people seemed to understand what Liu Qiming meant when he said, "You have your god, and I have mine."

Lin Tianhao was even more shocked than ordinary people.

Only he knows Stephen's strength and the terror of the gods behind the burning void wings.

He was about to take action just now, but he was not sure at all. It's just that as a Chinese, he has to stand up.

But he never expected that Ma Shan would kill Stephen with just one slap.

Lin Tianhao was shocked and felt a sense of absurdity.

The first round of applause from the crowd woke up the dreamer like thunder.

The one applauding was Zheng Jiahao.

Then, there was thunderous applause.

Zheng Jiahao walked to the gambling table and spat at Stephen's body: "If you can't afford to lose even in a dice game, you are worthy of being called the Godfather!"

He gave Ma Shan a thumbs up again and said, "Master Ma is mighty!"

Ma Shan waved his hand and said: "Don't forget, it wasn't me who won the bet today, it was Qiming!"

He walked behind Liu Qiming, pushed the armrest of the wheelchair, and turned Liu Qiming around, facing everyone.

"Liu Qiming is today's hero! He is our gambling saint in Haojiang!"

"Gambler!" Zheng Jiahao took the lead in shouting.

"The Gambler!"

"The Gambler!"

"The Gambler!"

People also shouted, their eyes full of fanaticism.

At this time, Liu Qiming, in their eyes, was no longer the poor cripple kneeling at the gate of Yinsha to clean the car, but a saint with eyes full of wisdom and a radiant body.

Liu Qiming was emotionally agitated, with tears filling his eyes, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

For a cripple to face a godfather with divine power, no one could imagine how much pressure he had just endured.

Liu Qiming looked at Li Muchen.

The reason why he was able to persevere was because of Li Muchen.

Just before he went to the gambling table, Li Muchen tapped him on the shoulder as if accidentally, and a mysterious power was injected into his body, flowing through his body like lightning.

When he faced Stephen and said, "You have your God, I have my God," he was full of confidence.

Because he understood that Stephen’s God was empty and distant, and his God was standing behind him.

Li Muchen walked slowly to Liu Qiming and said, "Congratulations, Gambling Saint."

Liu Qiming's face turned red and he couldn't help but shed tears. He quickly raised his hand to wipe his tears and said with shame: "No, no, how can I dare to call you a saint? Mr. Li, you are..."

He suddenly froze and looked at his hands in shock.

Then immediately raise the other arm, clench your fist hard, loosen it, and clench it again...

His breathing was rapid, his heartbeat was racing, and he looked up at Li Muchen in disbelief.

With a smile on his face, Li Muchen stretched out his hand and said, "Why, is the wheelchair so comfortable? How can we shake hands with you if you don't stand up?"