"Alright, alright, it's not like we're guaranteed to fail, and we don't necessarily have to escape on the Ark. Why are you all so serious?"
Wu Xuan stood up and looked around, the black ribbon fluttering behind her head drawing a beautiful arc.
"Sigh... Everyone knows what kind of personality Meng Yi has. With everyone watching him like this, he'll be under a lot of pressure."
She borrowed a recent catchphrase from Cen Qiyun: "My Lord, this deity, is just like that!"
"Actually, I've always considered myself a human being."
A rebuttal instinctively rose in Meng Yi's mind.
Then, he saw Wu Xuan, a pretty woman with a black ribbon covering her eyes, earnestly perform a "salvation ritual" for him.
At the same time, they exclaimed: "Praise be to redemption!"
Led by Wu Xuan, the others stood up and bowed, saying:
"Praise be to redemption!"
Meng Yi felt completely at a loss, unsure of how to respond.
To this day, he still finds this "sacrament" awkward, especially when others bow to him with solemn expressions.
If I were to sit now in the Crimson Mist Kingdom, high on a divine throne, with majestic angels standing behind me and my true face veiled by the Crimson Mist, the scene of everyone bowing to me would probably be quite epic.
He thought about it in a somewhat scattered way.
Seemingly guessing Meng Yi's thoughts and ideas, after finishing her "bowing," Wu Xuan looked at him and revealed a set of bright white teeth:
"My lord, should we kneel and worship you?"
Wu Xuan emphasized the words "my lord" and deliberately raised the pitch of the interjection "ya".
The implication of teasing and mockery is self-evident.
Meng Yi's face immediately darkened.
I'm back, and that familiar feeling is back.
His face darkened even more after Lin Qiuwu knelt down with a thud.
At the same time, the others couldn't help but burst into laughter, some loud and some soft, while Lin Qiuwen, his face flushed red, kicked his younger brother violently.
Amidst laughter, Meng Yi's gaze swept across everyone's faces, scrutinizing them intently as if he were meeting them for the first time.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xier ran up to him and handed him a woven flower wreath that looked somewhat familiar and was slightly withered in places.
"Hehe, Zhuang'er made me a flower wreath on my first day in the Holy City. I've kept it very well, haven't I?"
Zhang Xier blinked and added:
"This is a little thing that Zhuang'er made on a whim before. He casually told me that it was to celebrate the new life that my brother and I are starting.
I've been keeping it as a keepsake, but today I've decided to give it to you.
She suddenly reached out and hugged Meng Yi, then smiled and said, "This is to thank you for bringing us a new life."
Meng Yi gave a soft "hmm," then smiled and nodded to Cen Qiyun, saying, "Don't worry, I should win."
Cen Qiyun tilted her head. "Didn't you say you lacked confidence before?"
"Now we have it."
Meng Yi casually placed the flower wreath on his head and gave Zhang Zimin and Ning Xingxiu a pleading look.
Suddenly, he felt the goddess of nature gently touch his arm.
He turned his head slightly, and what came into view was a pair of emerald green eyes that held a hint of hesitation and confusion.
The goddess of nature hesitated and asked:
"Brother, do you think I should go and see the Creator?"
Meng Yi didn't ask why, but simply encouraged him, "Go if you want to."
At the same time, he muttered to himself: Even the Great Devourer knows to look for its mother first.
The goddess of nature sighed, "Alas... I feel myself becoming more and more like a human."
Her figure gradually disappeared.
Meng Yi looked up, his gaze seemingly penetrating the ceiling, through the clouds, and reaching towards the distant starry sky.
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