As Meng Yi explained the purpose of his visit, Wenhui's expression gradually changed from serious to confused.
After a long while, his slightly hollow voice rang out:
"So, from now on, I will be the only apostle left in Jing'an City?"
"no."
Meng Yi coughed dryly and added:
“There are others as well, and…we have some kind of tacit understanding with Jing’an City.
They will not prohibit the spread of the Faith of Our Lord, nor will they..."
He looked at the other person's two lifeless cartoon eyes and sighed in his heart: What am I talking about?
So he changed his words decisively:
"If you want to go to the Holy City, then let's go together. You have already completed your original mission brilliantly."
Wenhui subconsciously opened his mouth to agree, but suddenly held himself back.
After all, he was a middle-aged man with complicated experiences. At this time, he had recovered from various complicated emotions such as confusion, unwillingness, and grievance, and his two cartoon eyes became bright again.
"But if this happens, won't all our previous efforts be wasted?"
He spoke with a serious expression:
"As you said, there may be other accidents in Jing'an City later, and if I stay in the dark, I might be able to play a key role.
But...what exactly is the accident you're talking about?"
Two wobbly question marks appeared next to his cartoon eyes.
He pressed on, "I have to know what I'm doing and what kind of surprises I'm preparing for, right?"
There was no need to hide this from the other party. He would witness it with his own eyes sooner or later. Meng Yi pondered for a moment, then leaned back on the sofa and said seriously:
"In the days ahead, we may very well be targeted by both righteous gods... and evil gods.
This is also the main reason why the Redemption Foundation suddenly relocated.
We must avoid the eyes and ears of those gods and try our best to protect ourselves, and...
In this process, we continue to grow and develop, searching for the true path to salvation."
The more Wenhui listened, the more serious his expression became. He interrupted Meng Yi in astonishment, "Why would the righteous gods target our Lord?
Because…”
A guess subconsciously emerged in his mind, and he muttered, "Is it because our Lord plundered their power?"
Meng Yi brought out Tian Mo's "guiding theory" and spoke without blushing or panting:
“It’s not plundering, it’s reclaiming.
It’s not targeting, it’s fear!”
He added silently in his heart: This was said by Tian Mo, I am just a fool.
"Ah?" Wenhui's cartoon eyes suddenly widened, and all kinds of thoughts suddenly ran through his mind.
Ignoring the other party's shock, Meng Yi continued:
"My Lord is on the path of rectifying the chaos, intending to restore this twisted and broken world to normal."
He said this from the bottom of his heart.
"Back to normal?"
Wenhui instantly forgot about the words "take back the power, the gods will be afraid", and instead kept chewing on Meng Yi's last words.
Let the world return to normal.
He asked blankly: "Can I?"
“I don’t know…” Meng Yi shook his head slightly, “But… we will try to bring everyone together and practice the path of salvation together.
If it is not, then it is..."
"I stayed!"
Wen Hui suddenly made up his mind. He turned his head to look at the faint light of the game leaking from the bedroom, and shouted again: "I'll stay!"
The feeling of being abandoned in his heart was gone, and the difficulties or dangers of being alone in the future were not in his consideration at all.
He experienced that glorious era.
For him, nothing is more attractive than "restoring normalcy to the world."
In today's era, those are distant childhoods, unreachable dreams, and reflections in the mirror and water...
It is also the beauty that he longs for...
Compared to 㦳, belief in salvation takes a back seat.
Meng Yi looked at the middle-aged man deeply, "Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
"Okay." Meng Yi slowly stood up from the sofa, "If you encounter danger, remember to pray to the Lord.
Or...at the critical moment, you can also reveal your identity to Hao.
Don't worry."
He reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, "You are never alone."
He exerted a little force on his palm, then silently withdrew it, took a step forward, and pushed the door open to walk out.
As Meng Yi left, Wenhui let out a breath, and his cartoon eyes were filled with a hint of sadness.
No matter what, he chose to stay.
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