An Ge was rubbing his stomach, with blood at the corner of his mouth. He walked towards Meng Yi with his teeth bared, mumbling something.

Then he began to instruct:

"From now on, you must be careful of the Weavers. They are different from ordinary Gods of Grace. They are connected to each other by the same faith.

A fourth-level spellweaver died while investigating you. This kind of thing will definitely attract more attention."

Meng Yi nodded slightly. No wonder the Weavers always appeared in groups of three or four. This had never been seen in those who had received divine grace from other paths.

Qin Keke also came over, and Meng Yi hurriedly thanked her.

This time it was really thanks to the other party.

"Don't thank me, it was Ning Xingxiu who asked me to keep an eye on you."

Qin Keke's voice is completely inconsistent with her figure, and has a very soft and sweet feeling.

Her dark golden eyes suddenly turned, "It's not unreasonable to be grateful."

Meng Yi had a bad feeling in his heart.

Qin Keke's palm, as strong as a palm leaf fan, slapped his shoulder, causing him pain.

"Let's sleep together when we have time!"

So straightforward? And… Meng Yi opened his mouth slightly and glanced at Ange subconsciously.

Is this okay?

"Why?" Seeing this scene, Qin Keke became more excited. "You still want the three of you to go together? Sure~"

Ange didn't show any displeasure at all. Instead, she looked at Meng Yi with an expression that said "You kid are really not a good person" and laughed.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant."

Meng Yi waved his hands repeatedly. Are you kidding?

These two people...

Dawn Judgment was right, they are really fun!

"Oh." Qin Keke's expression became visibly colder. "It's boring..."

Her dark golden eyes swept over Meng Yi again and she asked casually:

"What's your relationship with Ning Xingxiu? He asked me for help very seriously."

It seems that the Dawn Judgment did not tell many people about the redemption and resolution of the will of the God of Slaughter.

Otherwise Qin Keke wouldn’t ask this.

Meng Yi thought for a moment and replied, "I have done a favor for Dawn Judgment."

"Hmm?" Qin Keke didn't ask any further questions. As for the matter of the dead weaver, and the fact that someone could plunder the power of the gods, she didn't ask any more questions.

There are some things that she cannot get involved in.

As a beast warrior, she doesn't have that brain!

Soon, Chen Guanshan appeared again.

The short body with a big head on top was floating in the air.

"We've dealt with it for now. Be careful from now on. There won't be many similar attempts in the future.

Don't underestimate Zhong Qing, she is a veteran first-class divinely blessed person and has sufficient influence in the human world."

"I understand, but the weaver's arrival just now was a little strange." Meng Yi said seriously:

“He also heard…”

Thinking that these people might not know about the God of Slaughter, he changed his statement to something more ambiguous: "I heard that we are a little special."

Chen Guanshan's gentle voice echoed in his heart, "I understand."

Afterwards, a spiritual force so powerful that it could be seen with the naked eye spread out, and with a flash of blue lightning, the figures of the three high-level divine beings in Jing'an City all disappeared.

Under the cover of night, Meng Yi looked at the quiet and dilapidated streets and pondered for a moment.

Qin Keke and Ange were obviously unaware of their own peculiarities. They only made the decision to help themselves out of consideration for the Dawn Judgment.

Hmm...that's not right. These two people know the relationship between Xiao Wu and themselves, and know the name of God "Redemption".

It seems that there are many considerations.

Judging from what Chen Guanshan just said, he knows more.

Does this Psion have a better relationship with Dawn's Judgment?

And as Dawn's Judgment said, he is quite different from other psychics.

Often leaving Jing'an City and going to other cities to sow discord and stir up trouble?

Forehead…