Wrong, I seem to have made a big mistake!
He rarely makes mistakes.
Because he has his brother by his side. In the past, when he was about to make any mistakes, his brother Zuo Ge would remind him in advance.
But this time, Zuoge, who had no cards, seemed to turn a deaf ear to this, his face expressionless, like a clay sculpture.
Xiaoluo, who had no cards, looked curiously at the card that floated over and landed in front of Lord Hema.
The mysterious woman chuckled and picked up the two cards in her hand.
Zuo Feng confirmed that he had inadvertently made a huge mistake!
He has nine cards in his hand and Hema has eight.
So, who wins is actually not decided by them, but by the mysterious woman holding two cards.
If the mysterious woman gives all the cards to He Ma, then He Ma wins!
When He Ma only had seven cards in his hand, it wouldn't have been like this. But because Qi Mei lost one card to him, He Ma now has eight cards.
When He Ma challenged the mysterious woman, the two ended in a draw. The number of cards between the two did not increase or decrease, so he was careless.
He didn't expect that these two people would collude and set a trap for him!
In fact, when the situation reached the point where Qi Mei surrendered to the challenging He Ma, he had only one way to win 100% and not violate Qi Mei's prophecy and become a god.
That is, he took the initiative to hand over all his cards to Qi Mei, letting Qi Mei win, and then Qi Mei asked the God of Death to make him a god.
Unfortunately, he was instinctively unwilling to do so. Although he believed in the miko's absolute loyalty to her master, he believed in himself even more.
If you can hold the cards in your own hands, of course you should hold them in your own hands.
If you can win by yourself, of course you must win by yourself.
If you can control your own destiny, of course you have to control it yourself.
The absolute loyalty of a miko may be true.
But with his absolute trust in the miko, that was impossible.
So he lost!
"Qi Mei..."
After a moment's hesitation, he quickly threw all the cards in his hand towards Qi Mei.
But it's too late!
The mysterious woman's actions had been planned for a long time, and she was more ruthless, faster, and more stable than him.
Just as her two cards fell in front of Meng Fei, a surge of power surged out and enveloped them.
"No! You're actually blocking me from becoming a god, you're actually blocking the birth of a god, you're all crazy!"
Zuo Feng roared. He wanted to stand up.
But this is simply impossible.
He was held down by the power of invisible rules.
Black mist surged down, and the surrounding space narrowed sharply. The entire copper table seems to be compressed into a small capsule.
Everyone can still see where everyone else is sitting, and see the Shinigami reunited and sitting on the front seat.
But the area one meter away from the table was surrounded by a creeping black mist that looked like black cotton wool.
The scene was extremely depressing.
The God of Death seemed very excited, giggling like a hen after laying eggs, and even the hood fell off his head.
Of course he was very satisfied and happy when he got the physical body that he wanted to use for resurrection.
Although this man is the leader of all his remaining followers. But so what?
Isn't that what believers, fans, etc. are used for?
What's more, seven years ago, when he was dying in the battle between gods, he was interested in this body.
What's more, this guy is obsessed with becoming a god and has no good intentions towards his idol god.
Zuo Feng should be the strongest physically among the Mantis people. Of course, if the brain is not part of the body.
Otherwise, how could he make this man the King of Mantis and give him his divine pet Qi Meidu?
The originally handsome face of the God of Death was now smeared with oil paint and put on a rather perverted skull-head makeup.
Meng Fei felt that this makeup was really familiar. He must have seen it in a previous life, in a circus in the most normal world where he came from!
If this wasn't a thousand years ago in another world, maybe he would have gone over and patted this buddy on the shoulder and said:
"Brother, when did you wear it?"
But the God of Death still said in that weird tone:
"It seems our final winner has been born.
"Then please tell me your wish."
"hehe."
Meng Fei took the ten cards in his hand and read them carefully one by one.
"What if I don't tell you what I want?"
"this is very simple."
Death pointed at the hourglass above his head.
"Same as the challenge time, it's about a quarter of an hour. If you don't clearly state your wish, your wish will be discarded.
"Then you never get another chance."
It's not easy to understand the limitations of all powers in detail. Meng Fei decided to read it carefully to avoid being deceived like Zuo Feng.
"That means there's still a quarter of an hour. There's no rush."
While reading, Meng Fei casually dealt with the nagging Death. A quarter of an hour is enough to read them all. He estimated he would need no more than five minutes.
But the expression of Death is slowly becoming stiff. But he tried hard to keep his smile and said with a smile: "I can make you live forever."
"Your immortality means not harvesting my life as the source of your negative entropy.
"But my body will still age. I won't die in a hundred or two hundred years, but I will definitely be too old to move. It will be more painful than death.
"And even if you don't harvest, entropy will continue to accumulate, and eventually I will die."
Meng Fei answered while looking at the cards.
"Hey, smart kid!"
The God of Death snapped his fingers.
"Instead of looking forward to eternal life, it is better to live now. What do you want? Wealth? Power? Or a woman?
"You might as well talk about it.
“Although the rules say it’s a wish, I can even package it for you.
"For example, you said you want to be the emperor of the Death God Empire?
"I'm sure it's still a wish, but you have all three at the same time."
"No……
"I'm rich enough."
Meng Fei thought about the banknotes filled with various books in He Ma, and continued to seize the time to read the details of the various abilities on the cards.
"Power, I'm not interested at all."
To have power is to put yourself on the grill.
The power you have is also something that others covet. The more supreme one is, the more one has to live in fear.
"Well, I do like beautiful women."
Meng Fei scratched his head, and the eyes of the God of Death, surrounded by thick eyeshadow makeup, suddenly lit up.
"But I can just take a look. Because one woman is enough to annoy you."
Meng Fei shook his head while looking at the cards.
"For many women, let alone whether they have physical strength to support them, they can still bear enough of the daily troubles."
"snort."
Xiaoluo, who was always docile, actually rolled his eyes and snorted in dissatisfaction.
"Then do you want to sit on the throne of God like me?"
Death's tone and demeanor tend to become more and more seductive.
