Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Chapter 225 Acting as a God
When this sweet moan was uttered, everyone present was stunned.

It's crazy.

What are you calling your mom?
Ma Xianhong, who had been watching the game calmly, looked at Wang Zhenqiu with a flushed face, hot breath, and unstable footing. He stretched out his trembling hand and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Qiu beside him trembled violently, his face turned pale with horror, and he suddenly let out a loud scream: "Fuck, this guy is a Nantong!"

'Swish, swish, swish!'

Everyone in Biyou Village was terrified. They let out low, suppressed screams and took several steps back in unison!

Wang Zhenqiu, with a flushed face, was stunned for a moment, and then his face twitched wildly. No matter how shameless he was, he was extremely ashamed and angry at this moment.

"Nonsense! I'm not gay! I'm being tricked by my own magic!"

Everyone was skeptical, even though Wang Zhenqiu's outfit was very effeminate.

She has long golden hair and eyeliner on her face, but aliens are all strange and weird, so it seems understandable that she has some quirks.

Wang Zhenqiu just breathed a sigh of relief.

Ma Xianhong frowned, a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "But... your method is like this, which makes others... say that you are not Nan Tong?"

"Hiss~~"

There was a lot of gasping sounds.

Wang Zhenqiu was speechless and subconsciously glanced at his teammates.

Xiao Zizai's expression changed slightly and he avoided it without leaving a trace.

Clarinet's heart was pounding. In fact, they all knew that Wang Zhenqiu's massage method was very... uh, vulgar.

It's impossible for a normal person to come up with something like this.

Just because they were colleagues, he didn't think much about it.

But at this moment, after Qiu Rang's reminder, Hei Guan'er felt a little scared for some reason.

Wang Zhenqiu has said that he is a psychopath, and gay men are undoubtedly a bit perverted. If that is the case, is there no connection between the two?
In addition, Wang Zhenqiu deliberately researched this method.

Could it be...

Clarinet's heart is beating so fast!

Moreover, Wang Zhenqiu's dress is also very feminine.

Hei Guan'er's heart tightened and his vision went dark.

As he thought about it, the clarinet's thick Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He treated Wang Zhenqiu as a colleague. Wang Zhenqiu wouldn't want to...

Clarinet felt a little bit panicked.

……

Zhang Chulan was sweating profusely, muttering, "My eyes, my god!"

To be honest, although Wang Zhenqiu is a sissy, he has never thought about Nan Tong.

However, at this moment, he couldn't help but think about it.

To be honest, if you have long hair, dye it blonde, wear light makeup, and like to hang out with others, no one would believe that there is nothing wrong with your mentality.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

The important thing is Wang Zhenqiu's Love Massage, the name sounds weird...

"Gudong~~"

Zhang Chulan's heart was pounding, Nan Tong is right next to me!
Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were also slightly disappointed. They didn't expect such an exciting development!

But the two didn't show it.

……

Wang Zhenqiu was completely stunned. He was also a smart man. Through the subtle changes in other people's expressions, how could he not know what these people were thinking?
He looked up at the sky in silence, feeling a sense of hopelessness in life.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Qiu Rang who was beside Ma Xianhong. If this man hadn't shouted nonsense, no one would have thought of it that way.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Rang was frightened by this look and hid behind Ma Xianhong without a trace.

Ma Xianhong met his gaze head-on, sweat oozing from the tip of his nose. He was thinking about establishing a rule in the future: although new men would be accepted, gay men would not be accepted!
Looking at the trembling muscles on Wang Zhen's ball, Zhang Huaidan also felt a little strange. Such a thing happened out of the blue. It was really unpredictable.

Danmo said: "Two moves."

As soon as the words fell, everyone came back to their senses in twos and threes.

Let’s not worry about whether it’s Nantong or not. At this moment, Wang Zhenqiu and Huaidan Zhenren have not yet decided the winner.

Wang Zhenqiu took a deep breath and calmed the distracting thoughts surging in his mind. Neither of his two methods had any effect on Zhang Huaidan, but instead he suffered an unspeakable loss.

There is nothing we can do about it!
He fixed his eyes, took out a glittering glove, and slowly put it on his hand.

Someone yelled out in surprise, "Wow! What the heck are these gloves? They're so colorful and pretty, they look like they're for women!"

Everyone looked at it and found it was indeed beautiful.

As Clarinet watched, he felt a chill in his heart.

If it weren't for the big brother who screamed just now, this glove would have been an extraordinary thing at first glance. Even a master-level figure might not be able to make it. It was obviously the "starter" of some powerful method.

But with the reminder from his elder brother, the question arises, why does Wang Zhenqiu make his gloves so beautiful?
Even if it's a 'starter', it can be simple.

Hei Guan'er's expression remained unchanged, but the panic in his heart was even greater. If there was no accident, then there was only one reason - girls all like beautiful things, and Nan Tong is no exception!
……

Noticing everyone's subtle gazes, especially the extremely fearful look of Clarinet, Wang Zhenqiu paused in putting on his gloves.

No, this thing was given to him by Xia Liuqing, Brother Guanzi...

Well, Brother Guanzi wasn’t there at the time and may not have noticed.

Wang Zhen's ball was numb, so he put on his gloves.

Suddenly, a strong aura emanated.

Between heaven and earth, some free and ownerless forces gathered rapidly.

The true Qi in Wang Zhenqiu's body was so agitated that it actually overflowed from his pores, and his entire body was shrouded in white mist.

The fusion of the true Qi and the ownerless and free power made his momentum rise to more than one level.

Wang Zhen's ball disappeared from the field, leaving only a vague human figure shrouded in white mist, exuding a captivating meaning.

The weaker-minded villagers of Biyou Village present felt an inexplicable urge to pay homage.

It was as if the person in front of him was not a powerful alien, but a legendary god or ghost about to come to the world.

……

The method Wang Zhenqiu used this time was obviously not simple.

Clarinet felt a little calmer, but also a little curious. Could this be Wang Zhenqiu's trump card?
Xiao Zizai frowned, the strength is not weak!
Zhang Chulan narrowed his eyes. As expected, none of the company's temporary workers were simple people.

But he recognized that glove, it was given to him by Xia Liuqing, so this was also the ability of that famous Quan Xing player?
Everyone was whispering, no one knew what this method was.

Among the superior ones, Bi Yuanxiao was slightly surprised: "Isn't this Xia Liuqing's method of courtesanship?"

Ma Xianhong was slightly surprised: "Mr. Bi?"

Bi Yuan was worried: "Homosexuals using this method is blaspheming God!"

...Bi Yuan's voice was not loud, but everyone present was speculating at the moment, which made his words seem particularly loud.

Especially the worry in his voice, it was truly heartfelt.

The white mist that enveloped Wang Zhenqiu, a fusion of true energy and mysterious power, was about to dissipate. Coincidentally, Wang Zhenqiu heard this and narrowly avoided going crazy.

At this point, it is clear that he cannot clear himself even if he jumps into the Yellow River. Forget it, let's capture Zhang Huaidan first!
……

Ma Xianhong was slightly surprised: "The method of prostitution?"

Bi Yuan nodded. Although he had no real strength, he had some connection with Quan Xing. The current acting leader Gong Qing was once his disciple.

Bi Yuan has a very broad vision, and Ma Xianhong is extremely respectful to him.

Jie Pu asked, "Master, you know that there was a profession called prostitutes in the past, right?"

Ma Xianhong pondered: "Is he the kind of person who sings and acts?"

Bi Yuan smiled and said, "This business is quite interesting. Nowadays it's extremely crazy, but in the past, it was a business for lowly people. Among the lowest classes, this one is also one of them."

"But going back further, to ancient times, prostitutes were neither noble nor base, they were—divine!"

"In ancient times, entertainers had a close relationship with priests and were able to communicate with the gods."

Ma Xianhong listened attentively, and the other people with superior aptitude also pricked up their ears.

Bi Yuan continued, "To please the gods with pleasant voices is called singing; to please the gods with graceful postures is called dancing. The ultimate goal of both is to invite the gods to descend upon us."

The superior ones were slightly startled. Hari Chagai scratched his head and said, "God? Elder Bi, are there really gods?"

Bi Yuan smiled and said, "At least in ancient times, people believed that these entertainers were communicating with gods. Whether there are gods in this world or not, I, an old man, dare not make any rash remarks."

The crowd here was obviously gathered together to talk, which attracted Zhuge Qing's attention. He used wind magic to send Bi Yuan's voice to his ears, and his expression slightly condensed.

Bi Yuan continued, "But it's certain that the methods used by prostitutes are not a scam. They have indeed invited some kind of power to descend upon them, which is very similar to the witches."

"But what witches invite are spirits or ghosts, while what courtesans invite are more ethereal and omnipresent forces."

"They invited, no, they stole, the power of faith. In a sense, God is man-made. While the power of individual humans is tiny, the power of the collective is beyond imagination. Especially the You. They use unknown methods to collect the spiritual power emitted by people when they worship God!"

"The glove Wang Zhenqiu took out is the prop they use to seal this kind of spiritual power!"

"In times of crisis, they will unleash their best skills—acting! Acting until they believe it! Acting until others believe it! Acting like gods! Transforming themselves into gods!"

After he finished speaking, Bi Yuan was still a little confused. It was not appropriate for homosexuals to act like gods.

At the same time, the white mist on Wang Zhenqiu's body suddenly dispersed, and everyone present looked at him, all of them were shocked!
The hairy face, thunder god's mouth, phoenix wings and purple gold crown, although they are roughly outlined with the power of Qi and faith, they also appear to have quite charm.

In this vast land of China, with more than one billion people, who doesn’t know him?
"Great Sage!"

"It's Sun Dasheng!"

There were bursts of exclamations.

As he shouted, a trace of power of faith that was barely perceptible to the naked eye quickly flowed towards Wang Zhenqiu, who was in the state of performing the divine act, and pushed his aura even stronger.

Wang Zhenqiu was majestic, and the white stick in his hand, which was a fusion of Qi and the power of faith, fell to the ground.

He glared at Zhang Huaidan and shouted, "Hey! Who are you, you demon? How dare you act so wildly here?"

……

"Is this guy's brain burned out?" Zhang Chulan came back to his senses and muttered softly.

Wang Ye's expression was slightly serious: "He has already started the show."

Wang Zhenqiu has transformed himself into a god, and his aura is no longer the same as before.

But it happened to be this great sage. If someone was less courageous, he would probably make a fool of himself just by asking this question.

Wang Ye stared at the field without blinking, and saw that after Wang Zhenqiu shouted, Zhang Huaidan's face was expressionless.

This action seemed to arouse the anger of the god. The white hair on his face suddenly exploded, and the white stick in his hand seemed to carry a tremendous force as it smashed towards Zhang Huaidan's shoulder.

The howling wind was terrifying.

This person is famous for his supernatural powers and is fearless.

Even though Wang Zhen's ball cannot be compared with the legend, it is after all a prototype evolved with the help of the power of faith.

The white stick came pressing down, carrying a hint of unpredictable divinity, frightening all the demons and evil spirits in the world!
In the eyes of some people, this stick is three times more terrifying than the power of heaven and earth!
"what!"

One of the villagers in Biyou Village screamed and fell to the ground.

"Gulu~~"

Some people were stunned and foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down immensely, and pairs of restless eyes stared at the white stick that seemed to be able to poke a hole in the sky!
……

The nine root-generating organs were all shaking violently.

Hari Chagai murmured to himself: "This... How can we stop this..."

At this moment, Wang Zhenqiu, who was evolving into Sun Wukong, could clearly feel that there was a clear gap between his strength and those of all the superior people.

When this stick was swept down, even a strong and tough mutant like Hari Chagai would not dare to say that he had the slightest confidence to take it.

Ma Xianhong couldn't help but tighten his fingers: "Master, why don't you take action?"

The mighty sound of the white stick made him feel a little terrified. Only by running the protective magic weapon at full power could he remain calm under the white stick.

But judging from Zhang Huaidan's expression, he didn't seem moved at all.

……

Zhang Chulan clenched his fists and suddenly understood what Zhang Huaidan meant.

"Brother Dan is still letting this Wang Zhen ball!"

Zhang Chulan scratched his head. Could it be that Brother Dan was being a little stubborn?
Zhuge Qing's eyes were dim and unclear. "Old Wang, do you think the power of this stick can defeat Master Huaidan?"

The king also smiled.

……

"This guy……"

The clarinet player was greatly surprised. Wang Zhenqiu's hit really had the power to sweep away thousands of enemies!

He had no confidence at all to take it.

Zhang Huaidan didn't even move?

Is this actively seeking defeat?
Turning his head, he saw a flash of red in Xiao Zizai's eyes: "It's a pity to let Qiu'er take this kid down..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

'Boom! '

The sound is like a mountain collapse and thunder, stirring endlessly, and like a huge bell, shaking the heart!
Some villagers were knocked to the ground and then climbed up using their hands and feet.

Wang Zhenqiu's white stick pressed on Zhang Huaidan's shoulder, and a faint golden light emerged.

Apart from that, there is nothing more.

Xiao Zizai's eyes flashed: "How is it possible!"

Hei Guan'er's pupils trembled, and his throat was dry and rolling: "Just... this?"

(End of this chapter)