The Fool of the Gods

Everyone was silent.

When the noise and clamor were about to sweep the entire venue, the whole venue suddenly became silent because of a small move by this God's Chosen.

Cheng Shi was stunned and his jaw almost dropped.

No, buddy! ?

You just sat in the arms of the Grand Marshal?

Huh?

What's the matter, the Marshal has to bring a "little wife" with him when he goes to war, right?

Cheng Shi was dumbfounded.

Not only him, but everyone present was dumbfounded.

Only the elegant man sitting in the first row with Hu Wei seemed to have expected this. When he saw Chen Shuo chose Hu Wei instead of himself, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

But to be honest, this [Silent] God's Chosen, his ability to create silence, is really...

eye-opening.

Amazing.

Cheng Shi found it interesting, and everyone thought it was funny, but the person involved didn't think so.

Hu Wei's forehead was bulging with veins. He looked at Chen Shuo who was sitting on his lap and instantly pulled out a giant sword gushing with blood and fire. But just as he was about to take action, the huge crystal magic lamps on the dome suddenly went out.

Everyone's vision fell into darkness, leaving only the surging flames on the giant sword in front of them, illuminating Chen Shuo's bald head and the gloomy face of the Grand Marshal.

But at this time, no one would care about the relationship between the two people sitting in the front row. Everyone was shocked and the venue was filled with screams.

Almost everyone took a defensive posture to prevent someone around from taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, but due to the large number of people, some discordant sounds were still heard from certain directions, even screams and wails.

But the loudest movement was in the first row.

No one could see what happened there. Everyone only saw a blood-like rainbow passing by, and then a scorching breath surged in the entire venue.

In the raging heat, the sound of fists hitting flesh was like the collision of metal and iron, and the overflowing anger made many people around retreat in fear.

Cheng Shi was startled and also leaned back three points, but this action scared Cui Qiushi behind him and almost took action directly.

Cui Qiushi's heart suddenly tightened, and a small shield was directly grasped in the palm of his hand.

But fortunately, the front seat was just defensive and did not make too many moves, but the other party's reaction made Cui Qiushi even more confused.

"He never looked back, and even dared to stick his back to me, why?

How can he be sure that I won't hurt him?

Does he know me?

No, I'm sure I haven't seen him.

So... who is he? Is it him?

No, he said he would act on his own and would not meet us, it couldn't be him."

But no matter who it is, Cui Qiushi will not take the initiative before revealing his true malice.

He stared at the back of Cheng Shi's head in the dark for a while, and then decisively chose to move back a seat.

Cheng Shi felt Cui Qiushi's action and twitched his mouth speechlessly.

"......"

It's bad, the big bodyguard is stressed.

But this kind of thing is not easy to explain, so just sit like this for now.

At this moment, the venue that had been in darkness for a few seconds suddenly lit up again, and several dazzling spotlights hit the center of the stage, reflecting a short-haired man wearing a cartoon mask and a black tuxedo.

The scene suddenly became quiet. It was unknown whether the dispute had ended or the filth hidden in the darkness could not be revealed in the light. In short, everyone present welcomed the arrival of this "host" with "tacit silence".

Cheng Shi took the opportunity to glance forward and found that Chen Shuo had disappeared at some point, and the Grand Marshal Hu Wei had also returned to his seat.

But looking at his sitting posture, he seemed to be stepping on something...

"......"

But obviously not everyone's attention was on Hu Wei and Chen Shuo. Most people were attracted to the center of the stage, looking suspiciously at the man who suddenly appeared and caused chaos.

The masked man laughed loudly, bowed deeply 360 degrees to the surrounding audience, and then he stretched out his hands and shouted with a little excitement in his tone:

"Good evening, welcome to the stage of the mediocre people.

Only with the charming moonlight tonight, I would like to express my most sincere welcome to all of you...mediocre people present."

This sounded like a curse, but no one at the scene refuted him. Everyone was observing the host who stepped onto the stage calmly, with different thoughts in their minds.

The masked man seemed to like this feeling of being the center of attention. He turned around gracefully and showed his image to everyone without a blind spot.

To be honest, with his image and hosting style, as well as theBased on the situation observed in the venue, Cheng Shi can completely rule out several faith options for this unknown faith host.

[Prosperity], [Order], [Foolishness], [Silence].

But this is just a guess. After all, some [Silence] believers are also quite talkative, so it is not impossible that [Foolishness] believers are gregarious, [Order] believers do not maintain order, and [Prosperity] believers do not have long hair.

Just as Cheng Shi was thinking about it, the masked host on the stage continued in a high voice:

"Perhaps you have guessed that I am the convener of this gathering of mediocre people, and the most self-aware mediocre person among all the mediocre people present.

My last name is Gong. If you don't mind, you can call me..."

"Old Gong?" A voice shouted.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The venue was silent again, but soon after, Ku Ku's low laughter was heard all around.

Cheng Shi's mouth twitched, and he looked in the direction of Hu Wei without any surprise.

And the voice of "Old Gong" came from Chen Shu, the [Silent] God's Chosen under his feet.

Yes, under his feet.

Chen Shu was stepped on by the Grand Marshal without any struggle, lying on the ground, looking up to answer, with a calm expression as if everything he was experiencing was an extremely normal thing.

But probably no one except him would think it was normal.

Cheng Shi was convinced, completely convinced.

He felt that this so-called God's Chosen was unexpectedly strong.

Chen Shu's voice of "Old Gong" directly silenced the masked man on the stage.

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand to rub his forehead, shook his head and laughed for a moment, then quickly found his state.

He looked at Chen Shuo's direction and smiled nonchalantly:

"Calling Lao Gong is a bit too fast. If you are serious, you can contact me privately after the meeting. Whether you are a believer of [Birth] or a supporter of [Depravity], I think I can do my best to help you.

But at this time!

My time belongs to all the mediocre people present."

The masked man elegantly skipped the topic of "Lao Gong" with a slightly ambiguous joke, and then laughed loudly and prepared to continue his speech again.

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Shuo didn't intend to stop talking at all. He took out a mobile phone from somewhere, held the number key with both hands, and asked again with a serious face:

"Great, what's your phone number? I'll write it down and contact you as soon as the meeting is over."

"......"

"......"

"......"

The venue was silent again, and the masked man froze in place for a long time before turning his head to look at him again.

But this time he did not answer, but asked the Grand Marshal Hu Wei with a half-smile:

"I think it was you, sir, who instructed him to do this?"

Hu Wei sneered, stepped on Chen Shu's face into the carpet with a little force, and then said:

"Sorry, the dog at home has always been a chatterbox since he learned to speak human language. I will pay attention to it."

The masked man was stunned for a long time before he slowly nodded, then looked in other directions again, ready to continue his speech.

But at this moment, Chen Shu, who was stepped on, interrupted his speech again.

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof......!"

"......"

"......"

"......"

You are really a dog!

Cheng Shi was numb. He looked at this scene with a smile and tears, and suddenly felt a little sympathy [silence].

Does the omnipresent "He" know that his believers are of this character?

When other people's chosen gods are aloof, mysterious, pointing fingers at others or sitting behind the scenes, his chosen gods are barking like dogs under others' feet...

Performing such a fun thing is probably not the practice of his will, but it seems that [Fraud] can do it. So, God of [Silence], you are not...

Fraud's vest, right?

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