Outside Jing'an City, as the Holy City of Redemption approached, the south gate of Jing'an City banged open.
More than a thousand believers of salvation, who had gathered together because they had received the oracle long ago, filed out under the leadership of Tian Mo.
Ye Linglan stood on the asphalt road extending from Xiaowu, her face as red as a peach as she looked at Tian Mo who was striding towards her.
Ning Xingxiu was behind her, holding his cane, looking up at the towering gate of Jing'an City from a close distance.
"I'll go to Jing'an City to find a commercial arbitration agency. If you have anything important, please contact me."
Cen Qiyun shook the [Telepathy Collar] in her hand and added to Ning Xingxiu, "You can contact me through the other collar.
As long as the two of them can communicate with the snowball at the same time, they can have a conversation in the real world."
It can be seen that she is a little impatient. As for the depiction of the large-scale formation in the holy city, other apostles of the scholar path will take over for the time being.
With arrangements already made, there would be no problem for her to leave for a short period of time.
This was already a plan, and Ning Xingxiu would not object. He nodded slightly and instructed:
"Be careful of the weavers. Although it's unlikely that there are any high-level weavers in Jing'an City, but...
It’s always better to be careful.”
"Hmm." Amid the crisp sound of the collar bell, a small red cloud with flapping wings appeared under Cen Qiyun's feet. She asked with a smile:
"Mr. Ning, don't you want to tell the arbitration committee? I can help you pass on a few words."
Ning Xingxiu was silent for a few breaths, then slowly shook his head, "Not yet. Besides, I've only been away for a few days. Why are you talking so much?"
That's true.
Cen Qiyun waved her hand, and the little red cloud suddenly flew up. She passed over Tian Mo and Ye Linglan who were hugging each other. The little red cloud flapped its wings and let out a clear laugh.
This made Ye Linglan blush slightly.
Zhang Xier, who was heading towards the city gate with several apostles, stretched out his hand to set up a curtain in front of his eyes, and looked at Cen Qiyun flying in the air, and sighed with envy.
She turned her head to look at Zhang Zhuang'er and said with emotion: "Zhuang'er... I wonder when we can fly again?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a thin iron chain suddenly rolled her up into the air.
Hmm...flying high and fast.
"Wow wow wow, Xiao Wu, please put me down quickly. Fuxiao... no, Lao Ning is still watching from below."
Zhang Xier frantically slapped the iron chain.
It’s over…
At this critical moment of the mission, Old Ning must be looking very unhappy for showing such a big face.
Zhang Xier was in tears.
Zhang Zhuang'er looked up at Zhang Xier who was dancing in the air and shook his head helplessly.
He was just about to say that he could fly when he transformed into a spirit...
In the end, Xiaowu... uh no, the actions of the Holy City are faster than his mouth.
He paused, turned around and looked at the apostles following behind him, revealing a simple yet insincere smile:
"Um... Zhang Xier is a little jumpy, please forgive me."
The others looked as if they were used to it, and even the bartender was eager to try it and said:
"Brother Zhuang'er, if I want to fly, will the Holy City also sweep me up?"
"What are you thinking about?"
The apostle next to him retorted, "Can you and the Holy City get along?"
Another apostle patted the bartender on the shoulder.
"You should save up some money... I heard the Holy City might launch a 'Flying Experience Voucher' in the future, something like a permit to jump off a building."
The bartender's eyes lit up, "Do you have a City Lord Experience Card?"
"Damn, man, you really dare to think so."
The three of them soon got together and talked about all sorts of things.
"I heard that Ms. Ye proposed to restore the marriage registration system. She said that the current relationship between men and women in the Holy City is too chaotic."
"Hi~Ms. Ye is old-fashioned..."
"That's what I was saying, but I heard that Mr. Ning is quite supportive. Um... he said it's an effective way to rebuild moral sense."
"ah?"
"What are you talking about? What are you looking at?"
"You're not Instructor Fang, how could so many girls like you? And you're still attracted to them?"
Zhang Zhuanger stood in front and shook his head helplessly.
These people are really good at gossiping.
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