Meng Yi shook his head slightly at Tian Mo, signaling him not to speak.
He turned to look at the several divine ministers with doubt, "What on earth are you thinking? Provoking us on this day?"
The greasy, fat, and rough man sneered: "What's wrong with provoking you?"
He pointed his fat fingers at Meng Yi and the other two, passing by Zhu Hongyu, who was obviously an insect breeder, and Tian Mo, with a look of great pride on his face.
"That self-proclaimed savior god has only been responding to humanity for a month. How powerful can the gods under his command be?"
As a subordinate of Chao Lan, flattering the powerful and bullying the weak and causing trouble is a daily routine.
So how can you ensure that you don’t get into trouble and accidentally hit a wall?
Of course it’s information!
He had inquired about the relevant information. Although the old bastard's words were a bit vague, he still understood it after only a month of redemption.
If you want to cause trouble, do it under the premise of ensuring your own safety!
The other gods had no objection to the rough man's statement.
Trust the judgment of professionals!
The immortal laughed and said, "We didn't do anything. We just came to take a look."
He would only come here today if the grace of God to redeem his subordinates was not strong enough.
See how many people are gathered here, judge the situation, analyze their strengths and weaknesses, and then decide on the next course of action.
Anyway... in a place like the Plaza, in broad daylight, he didn't dare to hurt ordinary people openly, nor did he worry about being hurt himself.
The Judgment Department is not dead.
Most of the people here think in this way.
He pointed to the rickety pickup truck outside the square. "Patrol Officer, we're not going to do anything about that."
The rough man rubbed his stomach and looked back at the others, "I was right, weren't I? These ministers under the Redemption Order don't seem to be in any great condition.
It's just strange, why are the mechanics and insect breeders hanging out with them?"
Facing the weakling Meng Yi, the rough man behaved very rudely. He said disdainfully:
"Hey~ That kid, what's the way to redeem your subordinates? It seems normal. Fatty likes you guys. Unlike these guys, they are neither human nor ghost."
The followers of Chaolan are always so annoying.
The enchanting and lusty mentor jokingly said to Meng Yi, "If you're willing to accompany me, then I'll naturally disdain these people."
She turned her gaze towards Xu Qingsong and Cen Qiyun, and said in an extremely cheesy and alluring tone, "The three of us together are the best~"
There is no happiness in arousing the desires of ordinary people compared to arousing the grace of God.
And...coercion is also quite interesting!
The fat man laughed loudly and shouted at the ordinary believers of the Redemption Society:
"Is this what you rely on? It's not that great. They still have to rely on the power of others."
In his opinion, Tian Mo and Zhu Hongyu had nothing to do with salvation.
"Your friendship isn't very good, if you ask me."
There was a slight commotion among the crowd... many people glared at him.
"What do you know? How could you understand, my Lord, who is merciful?"
Faced with the rebuttal, the rough man became more disdainful, "Mercy? Oh~ Hahahaha..."
He shouted to Meng Yi and the others, "Hey, like the goddess of nature?"
Meng Yi's face darkened. He was too lazy to listen to those guys' nonsense.
His body suddenly turned into flesh and blood like flowing water. He threw his clothes to the ground and "slid" towards the few people at a very fast speed.
It then expanded into a cage of flesh and blood over ten meters long, covering several people in an instant.
Xu Qingsong reacted immediately when he made the move, jumped up and prepared to follow, but unfortunately he was a beat too slow.
Not to mention others.
A bloody red cage of flesh and blood suddenly appeared in the square, with Meng Yi's face woven out of blood and tendons.
"snort!"
The cage suddenly collapsed inward!
These six gods were not without experience. When the flesh and blood cage appeared, they immediately made an accurate identification.
This is the signature magic of the sixth-level flesh-and-blood weaving technique, and the strength of this cage is clearly close to the eighth level!
"First-level weaving technique?"
The rough man knelt down and kowtowed, speaking rapidly, "Brother, I was wrong! Spare my life, spare my life. I only came here to say a few words, but I will give my entire fortune to buy my life!"
The psychic crushed a prop that looked like a talisman, and after being blessed, violent mental power surged towards Meng Yi.
His face was covered in blood, flesh, and tendons, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
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