Meng Yi was a little discouraged for a moment...
But the fact is indeed so. Who doesn’t understand these principles, these obvious principles?
It all comes down to the same few words.
Is it possible to obtain some special extraordinary props to soothe the soul? Or... does a fifth-level psion have this ability?
"But...thank you."
Zhu Hongyu's words interrupted Meng Yi's thoughts. She reached out and pinched the small jumping spider on Meng Yi's shoulder and stuffed it into his right eye socket.
"I have so many friends who would counsel me when I was in a bad mood, and even put aside some important things."
She rubbed her cheeks hard to relax her stiff muscles, then showed a charming smile:
“I’m much luckier than most people.
I will not stop. My Lord saved me, and I will certainly save others."
She raised the broken bones in her hand and said, "But I will always remember that I have a friend.
She was covered in frost."
She stood up from the sofa, “I think… we should get back to business.
Mr. Ning and I had some discussions about the conversion of those artificial beggars.
I'll go out and take a look first."
Meng Yi looked at her departing back and shook his head slightly.
Three big bugs and a big ball of thorny meat chased each other out of the door.
Judging from his emotional perception, Zhu Hongyu's mood is still very gloomy and can definitely not be described as a change.
and…
I don’t know what changes will happen to the other person after experiencing this kind of thing.
Unfortunately, after converting to salvation, she sold the ring that once helped her suppress her inner pain. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had such a big reaction this time.
Perhaps it was the special emotions and ending between Shen Congshuang and her daughter that resonated with Zhu Hongyu.
She used to be an insect breeder, treating insects as close friends and also eating them.
It really looks like...
As if... She once said that being an insect breeder is an easy way to commit suicide.
This will match up with Shen Shiwen again.
Perhaps she felt the distortion most deeply, no wonder she reacted so strongly.
Meng Yi raised his hand and touched the small light bulb beside him, and said helplessly:
"Xiaowu, people are still too complicated.
You are still happier, just keep talking."
The small light bulb flickered twice, as if in response.
Beneath Meng Yi, a hint of crimson began to condense.
Finally, it followed the floor...the sofa...to his right hand.
"Want to go back? Ha..."
He looked at his right hand which had turned red, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
This shade of red always wanted to "go home", and it is the same now.
However, the red color, which contains divinity, is indeed more suitable for the Kingdom of God than for Xiaowu here.
At the very least, it can ignore distance and launch attacks through the stars representing believers.
And at the critical moment, it can be called out from the kingdom of God at any time.
As his mind moved, the red color that lingered on his right hand flowed into the depths of his consciousness... and began to return to the kingdom of God.
He clapped his hands lightly and slowly stood up from the sofa.
It's time to go and see those who have entered the city.
You can't just be a hands-off manager when you have a housekeeper.
He opened the door and came out onto the street.
After glancing at the extremely dense trees on the roadside, Meng Yi spread his blood wings and rushed into the sky.
Soon, a large open space appeared within his sight. It was crowded with people.
"My Lord is completely different from other gods. Only under His guidance will the Holy City come to Li'an City."
Before he fell, he heard Cen Qiyun's familiar voice.
"Praise the Redemption!"
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