Meng Yi glanced at the mechanical eyeball Su Yuanzhi had placed on the table and nodded hesitantly, "What do you mean?"
Cen Qiyun said blankly: "Didn't you just say I'll listen to you?"
“…”
You're quite obedient. Meng Yi could only go and confirm with Zhu Hongyu again, "Is the medicine he made really good?"
Although Zhu Hongyu was very angry, she did not belittle Su Yuanzhi's words. She gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay!"
Su Yuanzhi tried his best to promote himself, "Brother, my skills are guaranteed. It's a painkiller, right?"
He pointed to the store behind him and said:
"Let me tell you, the painkillers in this store only last an hour at most, but mine lasts four hours, four times as long!"
"As for the ninth-tier agility potion, it's a unique recipe. Its effectiveness is similar to the eighth-tier potion, but it's much cheaper."
"You are expensive for a reason!"
Cen Qiyun gently pulled Meng Yi and said, "Well, you can buy painkillers from somewhere else. Whose battle takes four hours?"
Meng Yi did a quick calculation and found that buying two bottles of medicine at a 10% discount would cost 63,000 yuan, and the remaining money could be used to buy a bottle of painkiller.
He asked quietly, "Which two potions should I buy?"
"Agility and spiritual restoration."
"Restore spirituality?" This touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.
"That's right." Cen Qiyun nodded. "If your spirituality is exhausted, not only will you be unable to use your extraordinary abilities, but you'll also find it difficult to maintain normal actions."
Meng Yi's face remained expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil. Could it be that the divinely blessed ones had to consume their spiritual energy to use their extraordinary abilities?
He didn't seem to need it... He didn't feel any consumption at all.
"Okay, then buy these two."
Seeing that the two had made a decision, Su Yuanzhi began to make another round of adjustments with hesitation.
The unhappy look on his face just now disappeared in an instant.
Meng Yi hesitated for a long time, and finally proposed to Cen Qiyun: "Should we embezzle the 180,000 first, and then make some money..."
"no!"
Cen Qiyun was furious. "That was prepared for the Holy Temple of Our Lord. How can we use it?"
Her face flushed and she glared at him, "This is disrespectful!"
This reaction was exactly what Meng Yi expected, but he still wanted to give it a try.
“We are not…”
Cen Qiyun didn't even give him a chance to speak, interrupting him immediately, "Pray to the gods!"
"But my Lord is merciful!"
Hearing this, Cen Qiyun calmed down and said in a serious tone:
"Our Lord is indeed merciful, but that is no reason for us to be disrespectful."
Her face was solemn. "Our Lord may not care about a little offense, or even whether we build a temple for Him. He is a merciful and generous Savior!"
“But as His first benefactors, we must always remember not to be disrespectful of the Lord’s generosity!”
Meng Yi was speechless for a moment. What could he do when such a big accusation was put on him?
Isn’t this too rigid?
Unexpectedly, the other party crossed his fingers and bowed his head, "My Lord, the Scarlet King, please forgive Meng Yi's disrespect..."
She was still trying to excuse Meng Yi: "He was just trying to raise funds for the Lord's church. May you, the merciful one, forgive his sins..."
Meng Yi asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Cen Qiyun ignored him and continued to pray. After she finished, she said:
"Pray to the Lord for your forgiveness. After all, God teaches us to love each other. I cannot just sit back and do nothing."
She frowned and said, "You should pray too. I have an obligation to advise the Lord's followers."
Meng Yi opened his mouth. Faced with this situation, he had no good solution.
He is also a believer in the Lord!
It’s okay, just pray to yourself, just talk to yourself...
Meng Yi could only cross his fingers and copy and revise Cen Qiyun's words, but his ears turned red while he was doing it.
Seeing this, Cen Qiyun was very satisfied. His behavior showed that he was indeed ashamed in his heart, so he could be forgiven.
Zhu Hongyu and Su Yuanzhi looked at them silently, and Su Yuanzhi even stopped preparing the medicine.
After Meng Yi finished praying, Zhu Hongyu asked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something:
"What are you doing?"
Curiosity crossed her small face. "Is this a hobby of your gods?"
I'm a serious person! Ugh, God!
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