Cen Qiyun frowned and said, if there is nothing special, ordinary believers will not knock on the door to disturb the apostles at this time.
Someone pushed the door open. It was the little girl Meng Yi had seen in the hall during the day.
She was panting heavily, and it seemed that she was in a hurry. Then, a crisp voice sounded:
"A few people came downstairs... um... three of them, they looked very fierce...
They…they…
The little girl was out of breath.
When Xu Qingsong heard that someone was being very aggressive, he stood up with a grim expression.
Mr. Xu is the same as always... Meng Yi coughed lightly and said soothingly: "Don't worry, take your time."
Zhu Hongyu ran over and patted the little girl on the back. "Tell me slowly, what's wrong?"
The little girl took a deep breath and then said slowly:
"They call themselves Zhifayi!"
Um?
It's actually a weaving thread?
Meng Yi just thought that the murderous believers had come to him.
They wouldn't be so "polite" when killing believers, and they wouldn't bully the weak and insist on fair fighting, so they let the little girl come up to inform everyone.
Tian Mo asked doubtfully, "Do we...have any grudge against Zhifaqi?"
Yes... The top brother on the redemption list is Xue Yuan Jie㹏.
Meng Yi laughed at himself in his heart, then stood up and said, "Let's go down and see what's going on."
Zhifazhi hasn't caused trouble for me for a long time, why did he suddenly come again today?
Is it because of something that happened in the past? Or is it...
Because of the unrest a dozen days ago?
His eyes narrowed, and doubts arose in his heart. If it was the latter... when did Zhifazhi become smart?
The others followed him up to the first floor.
The little girl who reported the news looked at Meng Yi, who was obviously leading the group, with her eyes wide open, almost falling out.
She stretched out a finger and said doubtfully, "You...you you you..."
Meng Yi still had the leisure to joke with the little girl: "I am Mr. Meng."
"I'm Xiaoxia." The little girl replied subconsciously.
Then he realized what was happening and blushed, "Sorry... during the day... um..."
"Hahaha."
Meng Yi walked down the stairs with great joy.
Fang Cunxiao looked at his assistant curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's okay!" The little girl shook her head quickly. "Let's catch up quickly. Those three people look difficult to deal with."
Fang Cunxiao grabbed the little girl and said helplessly, "Don't follow us. We all know that others have no ill intentions. Why are you going over there? We are all divinely blessed, why are you, an ordinary person, getting involved?"
"What if I can help?"
"Little arms and legs..."
Fang Cunxiao muttered a few words, as if remembering that he had been so overconfident in the past, and his tone began to soften:
"Just stay on the second floor and keep an eye on it. Remember to cheer me on."
He had no idea that he was only at the ninth level.
"Oh! Come on!" The little girl started punching.
Fang Cunxiao was speechless for a moment. He glanced at the stairs and saw that the other people were no longer in sight. He hurried to catch up, "You called my sister too early!"
Meng Yi stood at the door of the first-floor lobby, looking at the three people outside the Redemption Foundation, his face suddenly darkened.
There were two people he knew.
The old bastard had once shown him the portrait.
They are all fifth-level weaving techniques.
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