"Or is the god you serve a god of death who is ready to kill people? If that's the case, then I would rather die than believe in a cold-blooded god of death."
On the wall, Sikong Xuan, who clenched his fists, looked at the people below who had been whispering to each other, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Li Ruo was definitely not in danger. She had successfully bewitched those people.
Lihun flew down and whispered a few words to the people playing with fire below, and they had troubled expressions on their faces.
Lihun immediately crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, stared at somewhere between them and said:
"If you don't go, do you want my mommy to play with the roasted bird?"
"Bastard..." Dongfang Yao waited for him and then quickly got into the crowd.
Shen Tushao touched his head and said:
"You and your mommy are really cut from the same mold." After saying that, he also got into the crowd.
Li Ruo looked at the angry-looking people below and knew that she had succeeded. All she needed was a fuse to ignite this group of ignorant people. I'm afraid that the saint Sui Bingxin wouldn't be able to do it either. As for that
The Saintess' Palace was probably hers. Thinking of this, she narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but rub her hands together.
Sui Bingxin looked at her, snorted coldly, and then said:
"Li Ruo, do you think you can deceive the world with your little skills?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a hoarse voice rang out from the crowd: "Li Ruo is the saint..."
"Yes, the God of Fire is the true God, and the God of Killing is not a god but a demon." Another voice sounded from the other side.
"Li Ruo is the saint..."
Soon, the voice slowly started to sound, and Sui Bingxin's face immediately turned pale. She looked at the red-faced people below, who were fanatically shouting for the God of Fire, and felt a little pain in her heart.
Li Ruo looked at Broken Bingxin and whispered:
"Holy girl, you are not the only one who has support. I have more support than you, so you lose. But I am very kind. I will not compete with you for the only spiritual food that keeps you alive. As long as you
Just don’t mess with me in the future.”
After Li Ruo finished speaking, she immediately took a step forward and raised her hands. The people below immediately became quiet. She smiled at them and said:
"Thank you all for your kindness, but just now Vulcan told me that real gods don't care about fame and wealth. I don't want titles like saint. Although I have become the spokesperson of Vulcan, I am still the same as before.
That me. But now I have an additional mission, which is to pray for everyone..."
"Vulcan..."
Dongfang Yao shouted immediately, and Shen Tushao on the other side did not lag behind in shouting. Suddenly, the surrounding people shouted and shouted, and everyone looked at Li Ruo and their eyes gradually became fanatical.
"I will set up a wish box at the door of Sikong Mansion. If you have any wishes, you can write them on a piece of paper and put them in the box. But be sure to write your name, so that I can make the Vulcan as happy as possible.
Help you...The light of the God of Fire shines on everyone, no matter how rich or poor you are, you are treated equally."
The last sentence made the people below completely crazy.
"Everyone, go back..."
After Li Ruo finished speaking, she waved to them, and the people immediately dispersed without even looking at Broken Heart.
Li Ruo looked at the absent-minded person above, sighed softly, then walked to her, took her hand and said: