What a city, a city that loves novelty and dislikes the old.
He silently labeled Xiao Wu in his heart.
He simply flapped his blood wings and flew into the air, then sat on the edge of the roof of a building more than ten stories high next to him, looking down casually.
Xu Qingsong sat beside him holding [Thousand Thorns].
“How does it feel to be here again this time?”
Meng Yi chatted with him casually.
"It has become much more orderly and beautiful. No wonder you said people can live here..." Xu Qingsong weighed the [Thousand Thorns] in his hand for a few times and added:
"It's just that Xiaowu seems to have swallowed the blessing given by our Lord."
"Oh... that doesn't matter..."
"By the way, where will everyone stay later? Do you have any plans?"
Meng Yi's expression changed slightly.
It's bad. He was so busy making arrangements for how to get here that he never really thought about what to do after he got here.
"cough…"
He cleared his throat and changed the subject:
"There's something important to do later. Do you remember what we talked about before, about Li'an City?
Zhu Hongyu and those artificial beggars are still waiting for us there.
There is another person in Li'an City."
"Hmm?" Xu Qingsong gave him a puzzled look.
Meng Yi smiled and said, "Ning Xingxiu, the Judge of Dawn, has already surrendered to my Lord.
He is helping out in Li'an City."
Xu Qingsong's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at him in surprise and suspicion.
No wonder the Judgment Department provided such great help!
Seeing this reaction, Meng Yi nodded with satisfaction.
As a result, Xu Qingsong no longer worried about where to stay at night.
As for the subsequent arrangements for the Redemption Army in the Holy City... Ning Xingxiu, a professional, will be in charge soon.
Why does it require the personal intervention of the Great Redemption?
Meng Yi laughed at himself in his heart and looked down again.
Zhang Xier's cheerful voice came from the crowd: "Zhuang'er, look, there's a small light bulb here. Oh, it moves..."
Soon, Zhang Xier's voice became dissatisfied: "Why are you hitting my head?
Zhang Zhuang'er, you've been going too far lately, always hitting me on the head!"
As night fell, the whole city gradually fell into darkness.
The believers of salvation turned on various flashlights, or raised small flames like Fang Cunxiao.
Soon, a large number of small light bulbs emerged from the green belts, treetops and various corners.
They were lighting up with dim lights, and were almost merging into one.
This small urban area where the believers of salvation live is quickly turning into a sea of "stars".
For a moment, it was as bright as day here.
Cen Qiyun stood in the center of the crowd and said with a smile, "This is the holy city promised by our Lord.
Everyone should remember that the Holy City is alive."
She waved at the little light bulb and said, "Xiao Wu, say hello to everyone."
…no movement.
Everyone looked at her with ambiguous eyes.
"Ahem." She coughed dryly and changed her words:
"Xiaowu, awesome!"
Woo——
A loud whistle sounded in the air.
"Look."
The crowd gasped.
Cen Qiyun raised her chin slightly, looking somewhat pleased with herself, not at all like she was before.
As for Zhang Xier... she shrank her head again. Just now she was jumping up and down chasing the little light bulb.
Will Cheng give me a hard time?
boom--
Two bright "giant lights" lit up in the sky, standing out particularly in the night.
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