The work of the God of Wisdom?

Zhang Zimin did not respond to Wu Xuan, but continued, "The Iron Creator and the God of Wisdom are likely the same deity."

Wu Xuan's innocent eyes widened slightly.

Huh~

A light breeze blew by, and the three of them fell into a brief silence.

"Let's go, she has no valuable information to share."

Zhang Zimin was obviously very familiar with Wu Xuan's way of communicating. Seeing this, he slightly tilted his head and said to Meng Yi.

"Wait a moment."

Wu Xuan reached out and held the two of them, then added seriously, "You are not interested in other alienated senses?

I have dissected and studied a vast number of mutants, leaving behind a large number of very interesting marks.

Or... not interested in the geographical changes on the other side of the world?

Hmm…what about the ocean floor? What about the sky? What about the situation in low-Earth orbit?

What are the customs of the clans? Are you interested in their distribution? Don't worry, we know more than the Supreme Arbitration Committee knows."

Meng Yi looked at the beautiful expressionless woman in surprise. She was actually a research expert?

And this feeling of friendly communication and exchanging information...

It was quite good, not the aggressive inquiry he had imagined.

Zhang Zimin was extremely dissatisfied at this time: "Why didn't you tell us this before?"

"You didn't ask."

Wu Xuan dealt with him casually, staring closely at Meng Yi, and continued to throw out her chips:

"If you are not interested in these, what do you think of me?"

"Ah?" Meng Yi was slightly stunned.

"I'm good-looking and very strong. I should give people the pleasure of conquering me..."

Wu Xuan pointed to her eyes and said, "These eyes are also very unique.

Oh... As for the emotional aspect, don't worry, I can cooperate very well."

She spoke with remarkable calmness, and while trying to appear "charming," she slapped herself twice...

Good, now her cheeks were slightly red.

"Do you think I'm shy?"

She lowered her eyebrows in a shy manner, and her tone became more lively...

Meng Yi and Zhang Zimin were left disheveled in the sea breeze.

Zhang Zimin said with difficulty: "No... where did you learn this?"

Wu Xuan regained her expressionless face. "This is the special method Huang Qianliu told me about. Is this not okay?"

Holy shit…

The guy surnamed Huang is really bad!

Meng Yi covered his face with his hands.

…

"The show at the Tavern is... blowing up balloons! This is the inspiration we got from a certain high-level desire mentor."

At the Old Turtle Tavern in Xin'an City, Zhang Xier was guest-starring as the "host" with an excited look on her face.

As for what kind of balloons are being blown...

cough…

Zhang Zhuang'er twisted his body uneasily. These weird things... made him feel uncomfortable just by looking at them.

"It is said that in the old days, there was a special surgery to remove the pouch, hahahaha... Now, we continue...

Blow it up!

"Explode! Explode! Explode!"

A uniform howl echoed in the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wine glasses knocking on the table.

"Yohoo~" Zhang Xier raised her arms and shouted, then pointed to the corner, "Zhang Zhuanger, you lost the bet with me, you have to watch carefully!"

Zhang Zhuanger's eyes went dark...

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a group of seven mechanics with extremely high levels of body modification walked in.

Outside the Steel City, it is rare to see so many mechanics, and these people are of high level.

From Zhang Zhuanger's perspective, there is nothing lower than the 3rd level.