Moura's words were awkward, but Ronan understood immediately.

That's right, at the level of the transcendental species, the logic of the self has overwhelmed the racial transcendental perception structure. Strictly speaking, the results of each transcendental species's view of the world may be completely different.

Any two transcendent species, even if they are identical twins, as long as their growth paths are different, after becoming transcendent species, it is difficult to figure out the other's frame of form and spirit, and what kind of perception system they have established after all. How to observe, dismantle, and reorganize the discoverable objects...

After cultivating and mastering the magneto-optical mica, Ronan felt most in this regard.

He nodded slightly: "That's right."

Mera breathed out a scent of wine: "Yes, it's like a mess of puzzles... Don't worry about repeating the rough ones, but those that can splice the truth of the world, find them, and spell out one you never know if Isn't the complete pattern very interesting?"

"so…"

"So I especially want to know what this world looks like in the eyes of you and the little girl named Ruiwen. Especially in the current Xiacheng, such a subtle, and possibly magnificent time and space environment in the blink of an eye, in your eyes , What does it look like."

Merah's voice is becoming clear and clear in the ears of others:

"Of course, I can't dig your eyeballs down and put them in my own eye sockets. I still have to use those clumsy machines and clever editing to get the second hand, even the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth hand. Information, but better than nothing, right?

"I'm quite satisfied with this for the time being. This is a testimony of friendship!

"Now that I'm talking about it, I also know that some people say it is very realistic. In order to get more friendly feedback from the public, it is necessary to rationalize the content of expression. This is acceptable to me..."

Next to him, Xi Wei was mentioned without name, and the color of her face was almost transparent.

However, Mera reached out her hand in a mischievous manner and scratched her chin with her blackened nails.

Xi Wei is about to collapse.

Ronan coughed.

"Don't be nervous, get rid of some hardware problems, I actually like this hang."

Moura retracted her hand, twisting her fingertips lightly, but then pouted to Xi Wei: "You have a good foundation, but you are not good at detoxification and beauty. We can talk about skin care experience when we look back, so I'm sure that others will be envious to death. ."

The truth is that the skin is firm and clean. As an extraordinary Mera, even if he is not on the side of his body, he has the confidence to look down on all worldly stars.

With the sensitivity of women, Xi Wei realized this early and was indeed envious, but she would rather not hear these words.

Ronan frowned and had to pick up his attitude: "Sister Xi Wei respects me very much, don't be kidding."

Moura then retracted her gaze, still smiling, and tapped Ronan's chest with the finger that had just scratched Xi Wei's chin, as if mocking him for the little duplicity in order to show his attitude.

However, her body is approaching Ronan again in the rhythm of one point and one point: "My desire for personalization and authenticity, you can definitely understand. So if, I mean, if you hire The so-called professionals play their own tricks, engage in inexplicable lens language for the so-called popularity, and use the devil to edit the truth. I will not let them go!

"One kills one, one hundred, and one hundred... with the whole family!"

She seemed to be a little overwhelmed with alcohol, and she couldn't poke hard enough with her fingers, so she simply let her chin rest on Ronan's shoulder, and said the most cruel words in the most intimate manner.

Then he laughed, almost falling into Ronan's arms.

Of course, as long as there is no member of the inner world who knows her true identity, there is no one who can laugh.

It seems that Kyrgyzstan, who has been swept by the tail of the typhoon, wants to say goodbye now, and then how far and how far he ran.

But after another thought, I didn't even have the courage to say such a thing.

Ronan is not afraid, and a little dissatisfied:

"You threaten me?"

Moura put her head on Ronan's chest without raising her head: "How come, this is a sincere plea!"

As she said, she just put on Ronan's chest, which was only wearing a thin T-shirt, kissed hard, and made a sound, leaving a clear, dark red lip mark.

The surrounding members of the second generation, helpers, and atmosphere group who still don't know the situation up to now, booed up, and there were anger and strange screams.

The atmosphere has become more and more enthusiastic.

The gathering of "Near Shore Fort" ended with the satisfaction of most people. There were many highlights and topics in the process.

It is the mood of the core characters, each of them is quite complicated, and these are not enough for outsiders

In the middle of the night, people go to the building to be empty. The huge glass-framed main building also extinguished the lights, and even the basic lighting was erased. Under the sky dominated by heavy clouds, it fell into a deep sleep like an exhausted behemoth.

And just inside the already empty body of this giant beast, a figure wandered slowly. She walked through the center of the banquet hall where the iron cage fighting arena had been dismantled, and kept walking, and went straight to the position slightly off-center where the bar had been placed.

It used to be the most core conversation circle, and almost all the core figures in the party have come here.

Right here, she stretched out her finger, seeming to cut and paint in the dim air unconsciously.

But in fact, the tip of the nail that looks like a black jewel has a shadow of a human being projected on every point it traverses. And in her mind, there is also a corresponding simulation of killing intent, letting those phantoms in memory come and go at her fingertips.

After staying here for a few minutes, she turned around again and came to the front of the building behind the glass curtain wall above the sea.

It was exactly where Ronan stood a few hours ago.

Here, she didn't do anything, just looked at the sea outside that seemed a little brighter than the inside of the building, and watched the black satin-like sea undulating back and forth. It took nearly half an hour to stop.

Gradually, the night in Xiacheng has almost reached its limit, and a new color is faintly showing through the far end of the sea.

Correspondingly, her mood inside the building also breeds new elements. So, she reached out and tapped on the glass. In the empty venue, the dull percussive sound seemed to be able to echo.

"come over."

After a short silence, there was a crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground at the door of the banquet hall. Sun Jiayi, the nominal director of the Star Club, who is still under surveillance, stepped forward here. It is still the same dress as last night, it should have been up all night, but still refreshed.

Sun Jiayi came to the front soon, sighing in her compliments: "Ms. Moura."

In the next moment, she was pulled forward by the collar, rushed past Mo La's side, and hit the glass curtain wall.

Sun Jiayi snorted, not only because her face hit the glass curtain wall, but also because Moura's palms were inserted into her open placket, and pinched against the curvature of her chest muscles.

At the same time, her whole body was pressed against the curtain wall, and Mera looped her arms behind her, the force of the internal fit squeezed her flesh and ribs, almost squeezed out all the air in her chest cavity, and made her lose her speech. Ability.

In this case, Mo La's body pressed closer to her back. And behind the glass curtain wall where the faint sky light gradually diffuses, such a gesture is also intimate and ambiguous.

In fact, Mera’s lips were indeed very gentle and gently stroked across her neck and auricle, as if she was still sniffing the perfume on her skin.

However, the sound that rang in Sun Jiayi's ears was as cruel and ruthless as her gurgling ribs:

"Get me the water tank."

After a short pause, Moura continued: "I know, you contacted him through a special line not long ago... I'm in a dangerous situation, I'm super sensitive."

Sun Jiayi's originally capable and charming face has turned into a blue-purple, and under the strong squeeze of Moura who has no room for relaxation, her whole body begins to twitch. Not only did she lose the ability to speak, she also lost the ability to control the tips of her fingers.

Thanks to her dedicated line communication tool, which has the function of mind control. Two seconds later, the communication signal was sent out, and it was quickly connected.

It was all through, but the other side quickly realized that it was wrong, and remained silent until the voice was heard here:

"Hi, little jellyfish. This is Mera talking to you."

The opposite party still did not respond.

Mela asked: "Are you asking for news about me?"

"I'm not interested in you." The other party finally spoke, with an extremely weak voice, like a mosquito humming.

"That's the person I met today... Has someone bid? Frankly, maybe I'm in a good mood. Based on the fact that everyone has worked together, I will tell you some experience of dealing with him, so that you can avoid detours. "

The other side was silent for a short time this time, and said: "The price is very high, many channels... what experience?"

With the other hand, Moura gently stroked Sun Jiayi’s smooth but twitching and trembling neck, and responded slowly: “Well, let me think about it. It’s like touching a bubble in the sea, which seems to burst. In fact, It makes no sense. You are used to being in the deep sea, even if you haven't been able to hug Poseidon's thigh, you should be able to feel this feeling.

"I can still get some moisture in the sea, but last night, I almost got off the sheets with him, and in the end I didn't even pick up the dead skin tissue... It feels like he is not in the same time and space."

The other side fell silent again.

But Moura didn't let him go so easily: "Hey, you, you guys, do you want to use me as a spearhead, sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and then take advantage of it?"

"…No."

"Hehe, I hope so. It's so tiring to deal with that little guy who can't figure out his mind, I don't want to let people stabbing in the back. Admit it, it's your fault this time!"

"..."

"So, give me a sea green flower seed."

"You can't use it."

"Give it away. For most other women, this is a holy product for detoxification and beauty, a gift that cannot be refused."

"…good."

"It's agreed, please ship it as soon as possible. If it arrives the next day, it will be well received!"

Communication is disconnected.

The goal has been achieved, but Mo La did not loosen Sun Jiayi's arm. The two of them were still touching their chests and backs, exchanging body temperature and breath.

Moura’s tone became more gentle, and she even licked the ears of the mature beauty in front of her: "I can hold it up till now. I have to look at you with admiration. Your body is also very interesting... we can take time out, together. Research it.

"If you don't answer, I will assume that you agree!"

Mela finally let go.

Sun Jiayi instinctively took a breath, but in a blink of an eye, the strong transition of the internal and external pressure caused her to collapse on the ground with a choking cough, and there was a lot of blood in her mouth and nose.

Her chest was dripping blood, and her violently undulating chest was already bloody.

When Moura was chatting just now, she was idle and bored, freed her thumbs painted with black gem glaze, passed through the gap between flesh and ribs, playing around in her chest, the wound was only left from her heart. The distance is only two centimeters.

However, at this time, the flesh and blood in the wound is growing granulation, penetrating blood vessels, and filling and recovering at an unreasonable speed.

Mela didn't care about it and turned to leave.

But soon, her voice resounded in the empty conference hall:

"Two things. First, don't contact the dangerous guy like the water tank when I'm there. Even if you are not malicious, I will be very worried.

"Second, it’s okay to be a broker with no feelings. But it’s too much to think about ingratiating and arranging for both sides. You should be a disgusting contradiction... so next time I’m chatting, don’t You come out to be a good person.

"By the way, you will pay for the cost of growing sea blue flower seeds."