Meng Qi glanced at Zhao Shuangdian, whose white hair was tied in a ponytail.
In fact, compared with Zhao Shuangdian, he felt Yi Donglai—the chief physician and director of the Heavenly Dao Psychiatric Research Center—might be the Heavenly Dao who really needed a boost to his intelligence.
Like that TV advertisement from their school days for Life No. 1 Oral Liquid.
"If something happens to you, Danu is finished," Meng Qi warned.
The last time the Heaven of Deposed Saints had put Yi Donglai through hell, the entire world and all the other Heavenly Daos had gone mad along with him.
Meng Qi did not care if Yi Donglai wanted to court death. The problem was that, since losing his memory last time, he also had a pair of parents in Danu's Modern World to worry about.
"I signed a will ages ago." Yi Donglai grabbed Li Huowang, whose eyes brimmed with wisdom, and said, "If anything happens to us, he'll be the new Dasiming."
"You all agreed to that?" Meng Qi asked the other Siming, somewhat surprised.
Ba Nanxu licked the corner of the tattoo covering half her face and raised her freshly worn-down dagger.
"Once we pull this off, maybe next time I can sink that monster Su Tianfu into the sea in a block of cement. All right, that's not very realistic."
"But at least Yi Donglai, that dumb bastard, won't have to set his sights on Diandian. He's there playing matchmaker every few days, obsessing over Su Tianfu's bride price."
"He's nearly worn the God of Joy's Heavenly Dao bald."
Yi Donglai said with a smile that never reached his eyes, "I'm just a warmhearted person."
Meng Qi could see it now: the bold ate their fill, while the timid starved.
Ever since these Heavenly Daos