Meng Yi nodded slightly. It sounded reasonable. Besides, he had chosen to believe Zhu Hongyu before.

Ning Xingxiu saw this, reached out and picked up the teacup, and smiled proudly: "I'm very good at judging people."

OK, OK, OK…

Meng Yi raised the teacup in his hand, cleared his throat, and praised: "Indeed."

It can’t be said that it was completely wrong. At least I was really worried about Zhu Hongyu’s situation.

As for what kind of enemies there are, and what kind of enemies are there, you'd better figure it out yourself.

etc!

Enemy of my enemy?

The teacup that he had raised to his mouth suddenly stopped, and the tea splashed out.

Ning Xingxiu cast a probing look.

Meng Yi gently handed the teacup to the small light bulb beside him. The small light bulb hesitated for two seconds, and finally connected its own wires, rolled up the teacup, and placed it on the desk.

Meng Yi was lost in thought...

There is a saying that goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

So... who is the enemy of Blood Festival?

God of wisdom!

Of course, it would be difficult for the God of Wisdom to become a friend of salvation, but this did not prevent him from benefiting the other party.

Oh…

The God of Slaughter can seek help from the righteous gods, so why can't I do the same?

Why must I deal with the Blood Yuan Festival myself?

Meng Yi's expression became serious.

It is only necessary to reveal some information to the God of Wisdom. I believe that the other party will give the Blood Yuan Sacrifice or even the God of Killing some surprises at the critical moment.

Even the contact channels are readily available.

Zhang Zimin is the one favored by the God of Wisdom!

The other party can pray to the God of Wisdom and make certain reminders.

Of course, how and when to pray are certainly open to discussion.

Otherwise it is easy to get yourself into trouble.

But this idea should be fine.

A sneer unconsciously appeared on Meng Yi's lips. You, the God of Killing, are the only ones looking for help?

I won’t stay here even if I am saved.

This way, he only needed to worry about dealing with the trace of divinity and will left by the God of Slaughter in the real world, as well as the group of weavers...

The difficulty is greatly reduced.

The difficulty is indeed greatly reduced. Apart from other things, there are now three first-level divine grace masters in the City of Destiny.

The Great Arbitration, Zhang Zimin, Huang Qianliu.

Who should be afraid of whom?

Meng Yi's body suddenly straightened up.

Ning Xingxiu watched him perform the face-changing performance, then silently lowered his head, picked up the teacup and continued to drink tea.

It seems that my guess just now was not quite accurate.

"I'm very good at judging people."

Ning Xingxiu recalled what he had just said and Meng Yi's "indeed", and his cheeks couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Drink tea, drink tea...

It seems that Meng Yi is considering other things, and he should have come to a relatively satisfactory conclusion.

Meng Yi slowly stood up from his office chair and said, "Call everyone over tonight to discuss the situation."

Since he decided to contact the God of Wisdom starting from Zhang Zimin, it would be necessary for him to go to his own city in person.

Discuss and prepare in advance.

I can only entrust Xiao Wu's affairs to others for now, including the arrangements for returning to Jing'an City tomorrow to pick up Tian Mo and others.

"Okay." Ning Xingxiu put down his teacup and responded.

"Xiao Wu." Meng Yi turned his head to look at the little light bulb, "Now, stop moving!"