Meng Yi had a rare, comfortable sleep. When he woke up from bed, it was almost noon.
He removed the flesh earplugs from his ears, then pushed the door open and walked out. Through the living room window, he could see that the blue electric light covering the entire city had not yet dissipated.
Cen Qiyun was fiddling with something in the living room. She got a stack of white paper, took some notes, and started writing and drawing on it.
Meng Yi poured himself a glass of water and looked out the window. "Did the famine last all night?"
"There should be breaks, just like yesterday, back and forth."
Cen Qiyun didn't even raise her head.
Meng Yi looked curiously at the waste paper and broken pencils scattered throughout the living room, as well as the black ink stains and furrowed brows at the corners of Cen Qiyun's mouth...
"What are you doing?"
"Design the temple of our Lord!" When Cen Qiyun said this, his face was filled with inexplicable excitement.
Meng Yi looked at the mess in the living room and laughed, shaking his head, "Don't pluck out all the hair you've just grown."
Cen Qiyun glared at him.
"If that doesn't work, please hire someone to design it."
"No, how can we let outsiders take over the Lord's temple?" Cen Qiyun looked unconvinced. "I'll go to the library and borrow some books on architecture."
You just started designing it right away? Meng Yi complained in his heart, if the construction is built according to your plan, who will be responsible if it collapses?
He looked at Cen Qiyun, who was hurriedly putting on her shoes and getting ready to go out. "What time is it? How about eating first?"
"I'm busy, go eat your rations."
"Just came back from the wilderness, and you're still eating this kind of thing?"
"Then go out and eat."
Forget it, it’s just enough for her. Meng Yi sighed and decided to put some pressure on this woman.
"Well, besides architecture, there are also sculpture, painting, music, fashion design, etc. You should read books in all these categories.
The Cathedral is not just a building, it is a symbol, a complete set of…”
Cen Qiyun glanced back at him and interrupted: "Do you want to help?"
Meng Yi shook his head repeatedly, "I still have things to do. I have to wait for Zhang Xier and the others, as well as Xu Qingsong... You go ahead and do your thing."
Cen Qiyun rolled her eyes at him, walked out the door, and then stretched out a bloody tentacle and pulled the headscarf off the sofa.
Meng Yi then added, "Also, remember to buy a wig!"
With a bang, the door was slammed shut.
Meng Yi waved his hand and blew up a gust of wind, blowing the mess in the living room to the corner and turning out a few pieces of food.
Before I could take two bites, there was a bang on the door. From the sound of it, it seemed that Zhang Xier had arrived.
Sure enough, after opening the door, Zhang Xier generously threw him a package, "Five hundred thousand."
"So many?" Meng Yi was stunned. The last time, there were only 200,000 believers of the two evil gods.
"We agreed on a split, otherwise you would only have 300,000."
Zhang Xier chuckled and looked around the living room, "You didn't cook today?"
"No…"
"Tsk, come on, you helped me yesterday, I'll treat you out to dinner today!" Zhang Xier could still tell who was the boss among Meng Yi and the other two.
It is very necessary to maintain a good relationship with your helpers!
She turned around and asked Zhang Zhuang'er, "Where is that delicious restaurant you mentioned last time?"
Zhang Zhuang'er pointed to his mouth.
Zhang Xier blushed, "I know, I know. Oh, you're so annoying."
Zhang Zhuang'er looked helpless.
Meng Yi coughed dryly and quickly refused, "It's just enough food, okay!"
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