Wang Jian clutched his stomach and raised his head with difficulty, "You...you are a Jin person?"
Meng Yi held the shorts in his hands and looked at them with interest. "What's the problem?"
Wang Jian's greasy face flushed red. "Impossible!"
An eighth-tier transcendental weapon was suppressed by a ninth-tier divinely blessed person from Jin? What a joke!
Wang Jian gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes filled with hatred, fear, and confusion...
However, when he thought of his current situation, he couldn't help but want to fight to the death.
Not only might God be unhappy, but he also lost an extraordinary weapon. For him, this would be more painful than death!
The pub, which had just been filled with lively atmosphere and laughter, was now silent, and many ambiguous glances were cast at Meng Yi.
"ah--"
Suddenly, a miserable cry was heard from the corner, and everyone turned their heads.
I saw a divinely blessed person covering his eyes, blood constantly oozing out, making a shrill and miserable cry. After struggling on the ground for a few seconds, he gradually became silent.
Everyone was shocked and confused. Many of them lowered their heads after a moment of shock, not daring to look at Meng Yi again.
Meng Yi seemed to have figured out how to use the short sword. He flicked it lightly, and the sword suddenly burst into flames.
There was a hint of a smile on his lips, which looked a little scary against the backdrop of the flames. He sighed softly, "Don't look at what you shouldn't look at..."
The remaining eyes immediately turned away from him.
The resentment in Wang Jian's eyes faded, and was replaced by fear.
Meng Yi waved his hand again, and the flames died down. He looked at Wang Jian and asked earnestly, "Do you mind giving me this little gadget as an apology?"
"No, no problem." Wang Jian was trembling with fear at this time, and there was no trace of his initial arrogance.
Cen Qiyun had a complicated expression. The divine being with bleeding eyes just now made her think of the Dawn Judgment the night before.
She seemed to have ignored this before...
There is one more thing that she should have overlooked... What is it about Meng Yi?
She frowned and began to think hard...
Meng Yi gained something and was in a good mood now. However, looking at the dead divine being, he felt helpless.
What are you looking at for no reason?
He looked around and said quietly, "Did this person commit suicide?"
Everyone hurriedly spoke:
"That's right!"
"It was suicide, we can all testify to that."
"I know this guy, I'm tired of him!"
Meng Yi shook his head. These people were probably saying one thing to his face and another behind his back. But it didn't matter. Judging from the previous attitude of the Judgment Bureau, they shouldn't cause him any trouble.
Moreover, he achieved his original goal, demonstrating both zombie and frost spells.
The Judgment Department's speculation about the Scarlet King should not turn to the evil god again.
He turned and looked at the bar. The old bastard had already arrived and was now lowering his head, not daring to look at him.
He is an intelligence officer and has his own guess about what just happened.
Meng Yi said helplessly: "It's not that serious, you don't need to use your special ability to see me. It's fine."
The old bastard laughed dryly, not wanting to argue with him. He reached out and handed over a booklet:
"This is some basic information and precautions for the wilderness surrounding Jing'an City."
"As for combat and firearms training..."
The old bastard pointed his crutch behind Meng Yi and said in a strange tone, "Go find that guy who made a name for himself."
Meng Yi looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a full beard sitting not far behind him. When he heard what the old bastard said, his cheeks twitched.
Does this look like training for combat and firearms?
Why doesn't he feel like it?
Meng Yi asked tentatively, "How much does it cost?"
Zhang Yao forced an ugly smile and said, "No charge. I support the work of the Defense Department, so why would I charge?"
I had already cursed the old bastard in my heart. Who would dare to charge money for introducing such a living father?
Meng Yi and Cen Qiyun looked at each other and said, "Yes, this is also free."
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