Mo La's words were difficult to say, but Ronan understood them immediately.
That's right, at the level of extraordinary species, the logic of the self has overwhelmed the transcendental perception structure of the race. Strictly speaking, the results of each extraordinary species viewing the world may be completely different.
Any two extraordinary species, even if they are identical twins, as long as their growth paths are different, after becoming extraordinary species, it will be difficult to figure out the other's physical and spiritual framework, what kind of perception system they have finally established, and what kind of perception system they have established. How to observe, dismantle and reorganize the objects that can be detected...
After cultivating and mastering magneto-optical mica, Ronan felt the most at this point.
He nodded slightly: "That's true."
Mo La exhaled a wine-scented breath: "Yeah, this is like a messy jigsaw puzzle... don't worry about the repetitive and rough ones, but the ones that can be pieced together to piece together the truth of the world, find them, and piece together a puzzle that you never know whether The complete pattern, isn’t it 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 Xia City, such a subtle, fleeting and potentially magnificent time and space environment, in your eyes , what it looks like.”
Mo La's voice is becoming clear and transparent in the ears of others:
"Of course, I can't dig out your eyeballs and put them in my own eye sockets. I still have to use those clumsy machines and clever editing to get the second or even third hand. Information, but it’s better than nothing, right
"I'm quite satisfied for the moment that I can get these. This is a testimony of friendship!
"Now that I have said this, I also know that what some people say is very realistic. In order to obtain more friendly public feedback, some rational arrangements need to be made to the expression content. I can also accept this..."
Next to her, Xi Wei was mentioned without naming her. Her face was so white that it was almost transparent.
However, Mo La reached out in a mischievous manner and lightly scratched her chin with her black nails.
Sylvie is about to collapse.
Ronan coughed.
"Don't be nervous. Once you rule out some hardware issues, I actually quite like this one."
Mo La withdrew her hand, gently twirled her fingertips, and then pouted to Xi Wei: "You have a good foundation, but you are not good at detoxifying and nourishing your skin. We can exchange skin care experiences later, and I am sure that others will be envious to death." .”
Zhenlu's skin is firm and smooth. As an extraordinary species, Mo La has the confidence to look down on all worldly stars even if he is not physically present.
With her female sensitivity, Xi Wei had noticed this early and was indeed envious, but she would rather not have heard these words.
Ronan frowned and had to clarify his attitude: "Sister Xi Wei, I respect her very much, don't joke."
Mo La then looked away, still smiling, and tapped Ronan's chest with the finger he had just scratched Xi Wei's chin, as if mocking him for his little bit of duplicity in order to show his attitude.
However, her body was approaching Ronan again in a rhythm of one point and one point: "You can definitely understand my desire for personalization and authenticity. So if, I mean if, you hire I will not let them go if they are so-called professionals who play tricks on their own initiative, use inexplicable camera language and use devilish editing to distort the truth for the sake of so-called popularity!
"If there is one, kill one, if there are a hundred, kill a hundred... and take the whole family with you!"
It seemed that she was a little drunk, and her fingers were not poking hard enough. She simply put her chin on Ronan's shoulder, using the most affectionate gesture and saying the cruelest words.
Then he laughed, almost falling into Ronan's arms.
Of course, no one from the other world around her who knew her true identity could laugh.
It seems that Jishang, who has been swept away by the tail of the typhoon, really wants to say goodbye now and run as far as he can.
But when I thought about it again, I didn't even have the courage to say such words.
Luo
Nan is not afraid, and is a little dissatisfied:
"You threaten me?"
Mo La put her head and face on Ronan's chest without raising her head: "How could it be? This is a sincere plea!"
As she said that, she kissed Ronan hard on his chest, which was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and left a clear dark red lip mark.
The second generation, helpers, and members of the atmosphere team around who still didn't understand the situation started to make noises, and there were also coquettish and strange screams among them.
The atmosphere became increasingly lively.
The gathering at the "Inshore Fort" ended with the majority of people satisfied. There were many highlights and topics during the process.
The emotions of the core characters are all quite complicated, and these are not enough to explain to outsiders.
In the middle of the night, the building was empty. The lights of the huge glass-framed main building were also extinguished, and even the basic lighting was wiped out. Under the sky dominated by thick clouds, it fell into a deep sleep like an exhausted beast.
And within the already empty body of this giant beast, a figure slowly walked around. She walked through the center of the banquet hall where the iron cage fighting arena had been dismantled, and without stopping, she went straight to the slightly off-center location where the bar had once been.
This used to be the core conversation circle, and almost all the core people in the party came here.
Here she stretched out her fingers, cutting and scratching in the dim air as if unconsciously.
But in fact, every point touched by the tip of the nail, which is like a black gemstone, has the image of the person in the memory projected. And in her mind, there was also a corresponding simulation of murderous intent, making those phantoms in her memory appear and die at her fingertips.
After staying here for a few minutes, she turned around and came to the front of the building, behind the glass curtain wall above the sea.
It was roughly where Ronan stood a few hours ago.
Here, she did nothing but looked at the sea outside, which seemed to be slightly brighter than inside the building. She watched the black satin-like sea surface rise and fall for nearly half an hour.
Gradually, the night in Xia City has almost reached its limit, and new colors are faintly coming out from the far end of the sea.
Correspondingly, her mood inside the building also gave rise to new elements. So, she reached out and knocked on the glass. In the empty venue, the dull knocking sounds seemed to echo.
"come over."
After a brief silence, the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground was heard at the door of the banquet hall. Sun Jiayi, the nominal supervisor of the Starry Sky Club, who was still under surveillance, moved towards this direction. He is still dressed in the same outfit as last night, and he must have been up all night, but he is still full of energy.
Sun Jiayi quickly came forward and bowed to say hello: "Ms. Mo La."
The next moment, she was pulled forward by the collar, rushed past Mo La, and hit the glass wall.
Sun Jiayi groaned, not only because her face hit the glass wall, but also because Mo La's palm inserted into her open skirt and squeezed hard against the curvature of her chest muscles.
At the same time, her whole body was pressed against the curtain wall, and Mo La crossed her arms behind her. The force of the internal force squeezed her flesh and ribs, almost squeezing out all the air in her chest, causing her to lose her ability to speak. Ability.
In this case, Mo La's body was closer to her back. And behind the glass curtain wall where the skylight gradually diffuses, this gesture is also intimate and ambiguous.
In fact, Mo La's lips did move gently across her neck and ears in a particularly gentle manner, as if she was still smelling the perfume on her skin.
However, the voice that rang in Sun Jiayi's ears was as cold and ruthless as her cracking ribs:
"Get me the water tank."
After a pause, Mo La continued: "I know that you contacted him through a dedicated line not long ago... I am super sensitive when I am in danger."
Sun Jiayi’s originally capable and charming face has become