Meng Yi and Lao Wangba had some necessary discussions about the next arrangements, mainly about the tavern in Jing'an City.

This is not only a tavern, but also an "intelligence node" that Lao Wangba has painstakingly managed.

Don't give up easily. The best thing to do is to arrange for someone to take over.

There are also ways to transmit intelligence. Key information can be obtained by praying to the gods, but what about others?

No clue about this for now...

All I can say is, act first and think later. Anyway... the so-called intelligence network is still just an idea.

After sending the other party out of the kingdom of God, Meng Yi hesitated for a moment.

He was considering whether to upgrade the old bastard to the fifth level, mainly because he had given him an important task...

Due to Xu Maoshi's death and Xu Qingsong and the other two leading the apostles on a short hunting expedition in the wilderness, his current share of gifts has reached:

[17 fifth level, 1 㫦 level, 2 seventh level, 1 eighth level, 2.5 ninth level]

Strictly speaking, this fifth level is not bad...

Forget it, let's wait for a day or two. The old bastard left the kingdom of God and was promoted right after that. It seems that I, as a favored one of God, have great authority.

Then, Meng Yi shook his head and withdrew from the Kingdom of God.

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was exactly 1:30 p.m.

As his tense spirit relaxed, he began to feel tired. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned. He hadn't slept all night and had been busy all morning.

After hesitating for two seconds, he decided to take a nap. As for eating, he didn't.

Snap!

With an expressionless face, he plucked a jackfruit from the top of his head and took a bite. Was it that the jackfruit he had harvested was not sweet?

Then he simply lay down on the bed in the sun and used the two leaves to cover his eyes.

Photosynthesis, start!

He slept until night, until he was awakened by the sound of knocking on glass.

In a daze, the two leaves on his eyes automatically opened, and Cen Qiyun's face was ashen, and she was floating outside the window with her feet on a small red cloud.

Ahem…I forgot to set the alarm, and I have a meeting to discuss something.

Meng Yi muttered silently, quickly got up from the bed and opened the window.

Cen Qiyun said angrily: "You notified us to have a meeting, but you were sleeping alone."

"No..." Meng Yi's arm grew an eye, and he began to stretch it out, turn, and take the two books of Shang Shuyan from the coffee table in the living room.

Then he shook the two books and said defensively, "I stayed up all night to finish reading them, and I'm just catching up on some sleep."

The blood wings behind him spread out, and he jumped out of the window, floating in the air side by side with Cen Qiyun.

He handed the book back to him, "You should have finished reading these two books, right?"

"Of course. I looked through it carefully when I was alone with Xiaowu a while ago."

Hearing that Meng Yi could actually read, Cen Qiyun felt a subtle sense of relief. She was no longer angry at this time, but smiled and said with emotion:

"Shang Arbitration is indeed a high-level scholar, his understanding of the real world far exceeds that of ordinary people.

And the action and imagination are full.

If her action of carving array patterns on her body can eliminate the negative impact, it must be a new way out for mankind.

This method is much more reliable than becoming a follower of a god."

That's not necessarily true... The real world itself is also very strange.

Meng Yi shook his head slightly without comment, and the two began to fly together towards the "Holy City Administrative Headquarters".

Halfway through, he spoke carefully:

"Is it troublesome to set up the large-scale formation over there?"

"Yes." Cen Qiyun said casually, "The difficulty of large-scale formations lies in the large amount of materials consumed and the complicated carving of the formation patterns.

With the help of other learned apostles, my pressure is greatly reduced."

If that's the case, then the other party still has some free time. Meng Yi nodded slightly, then slowly spoke:

"What do you think of Shangjuzhi's idea of ​​real-world languages? Is it possible to imitate and learn such languages?

How can we create similar languages ​​in the real world?"

He gestured with a wave of his hand, "To pry open the ubiquitous pollution in the real world.