Meng Yi gritted his teeth and wanted to refuse.

Cen Qiyun seemed to anticipate his refusal, and a smile curled up her lips as she said, "God says, friendship!"

She glanced at Meng Yi and emphasized, "Look, I made a concession, so you should cooperate appropriately."

She clasped her hands together, "Honor to the gods!"

Good, good, good!

The rib was almost crushed by Meng Yi.

Room 305, Building 003.

Meng Yi was holding a thick book, "Various Religious Experiences". Although half of it was burned, Cen Qiyun said it was the same if you read it from the middle.

So one person was busy in the kitchen, while the other read aloud...

Meng Yi sighed with satisfaction after eating a normal meal. It wasn't easy.

Cen Qiyun began to plan the arrangements for the next day.

"I went to the library first thing in the morning to return the books... Ouch!"

She looked a little sad.

Meng Yi waved his hand. He now had a rib worth thirty thousand. He said with great wealth:

"Don't panic, it's just a fine, pay it! Pay it or it will die!"

Cen Qiyun shook her head. "I can still afford the fine. I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about..."

She pointed to a pile of books in the corner. "After burning so many, the library staff will make me copy all of these books... How about you help me?"

Meng Yi lowered his head and ate from his bowl, pretending not to hear this.

“God said…”

"alright!"

He raised his hands in surrender, friendship, friendship, bah.

"Didn't Tian summon his followers? Let them help. You can even pay them some compensation."

Meng Yi said seriously, "Doing so will not only enrich the believers' knowledge and broaden their horizons, but also alleviate their financial pressure, killing two birds with one stone."

It sounded reasonable. Cen Qiyun's eyes lit up. It was a good idea.

"Then we'll go to the library tomorrow, gather the believers at noon, and tell them that God's name shouldn't be so carelessly promoted. Then we'll go to Zhang Yao for training in the afternoon."

From this perspective, the day's schedule is very tight.

Meng Yi thought for a moment and said, "Today's gathering cannot be held in the park."

"Why?"

Why? Of course, it can't be sent under the noses of those weavers.

"Why..." Meng Yi pondered:

"I'm worried that the Weavers under the Blood Priest won't let us go easily. We killed three of them last night and then stayed at your house. They should have lost their target for the time being."

"If we go to the park again tomorrow, it will be like delivering goods to your door."

"What are you afraid of?" Cen Qiyun snorted coldly: "That will be where our Lord's Holy Temple will be located in the future!"

Fanatics are really frustrating.

Meng Yi could only seriously advise: "It's not that you're afraid, but there's no need to argue with them. It will only delay our work."

Cen Qiyun frowned, "We can't keep giving in."

"Of course not!" Meng Yi assured: "The temple of God will definitely stand there. There will be no retreat."

Cen Qiyun nodded reluctantly, "Then let's go to the Sixth Street Square."

Then she ran back to the master bedroom, looking for something. After a while, she said, "Here~"

Meng Yi reached out to take it. It was a small, exquisite silver-white pocket watch.

"This is a little gadget I made for practice. Take it so you can check the time."

Speaking of time, Meng Yi suddenly remembered that he hadn't figured out what year it was. It should be...

He thought about it carefully.

The 30th year of the new calendar is July 6th, so the time he traveled through is July 4th.

Only two days have passed, but my dull college life seems to have lasted a long time.

He opened his pocket watch, a mechanical one that needed to be wound up.

Cen Qiyun came over and took out another one. "Hmm... check the time. It's 9:16 PM now."

"Alright! When we split up next time, just agree on a time to meet up."

Meng Yi nodded and put the pocket watch in his arms.

He would check the red fog space again later. He was very curious. Did he kill the unlucky guy who had just watched him die in the tavern during the day with his own hands?

Has the red fog space plundered the power of grace from him?