"Ms. Mo La?" Sun Jiayi did not dodge, but asked tentatively.
Her breathing became deeper and heavier, and she seemed to be intoxicated by the smell of the perfume on the side of her neck, and she even stuck out her tongue to lick it.
However, the tongue, which was obviously soft, was as sharp as a knife at the moment, breaking the skin and causing blood in just one stroke.
Fortunately, the opponent flexibly bypassed the aorta on the side of the neck. Even so, Sun Jiayi still smelled the unique smell of two similar but different bloody smells mixed together.
But this time, she became more and more convinced of the identity of the person behind her. So she asked softly:
"Ms. Murra, are you okay?"
"Look at this gloating problem." Mo La whispered like a lover, so that the relatively weird content was softened.
It was during this process that Sun Jiayi could clearly feel that the blood loss from the wound on her neck was accelerating.
Mera is sucking blood, like a vampire hiding in the darkness.
Got hurt again here in Mera.
This time, the pressure from behind didn't seem that strong. But Sun Jiayi still didn't resist, she just stood there quietly, still quietly submissive, exactly the same as the last time when her chest was almost ripped out and her heart was ripped out.
"I really don't know what kind of person he is, but he cultivates such high-quality ingredients as you. I admire him."
After sucking the blood, Mo La's breathing became obviously softer and lighter. The initial turbulent state that unconsciously increased the frequency of internal and external exchanges began to calm down.
Then, Mo La opened a little distance from her and pushed Sun Jiayi gently from behind to let Sun Jiayi walk into the house.
The minimalist and transparent large flat floor and the large number of glass curtain walls on the periphery seem to be able to absorb a little moonlight and reveal the outline of the house furnishings even in the middle of the night.
Mo La walked in front of her naturally, stretched out and asked in the tone of a normal guest:
"When will you call?"
"It will take about 5 to 10 minutes, sorry because of the line..."
Sun Jiayi followed Mo La, and her words suddenly paused.
Because at this time, she smelled a very obvious burnt smell, and soon saw the entertainment area on the large flat floor, the virtual command warehouse that opened abnormally, was broken, and even suffered a small fire.
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"Ms. Murra?"
"You can charge it to my account, but I suggest you go to Ouyang Chen to demand it, it's too deceptive!"
"ah?"
"Obviously it was a surprisingly beautiful breathing rhythm, but due to the untimely overload of the Lingbo Network, it turned into a disaster... which caused me to make mistakes in imitating it. This is too much."
Sun Jiayi was sure that she heard Mo La's explanation completely, but she was not sure what she understood.
She is also watching tonight's live broadcast.
In fact, since the portable device is not affected by the power outage and the surrounding signal towers can still support it, there is still an area on her retina showing the live broadcast.
As for Ruiwen, those two sword fingers?
What does imitation mean?
Sun Jiayi's thoughts were a little erratic, and Mo La's words only made it worse: "Have you ever thought about running away?"
"What?"
"Have you not had enough of this kind of house arrest? Although it seems that your activities are not restricted, you are still the person in charge of this club, and you can earn a generous monthly salary, but like an NPC with defined functions - you
Can you accept such a day?"
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"Ms. Murra..."
"Don't worry, there's a power outage here right now, and the most important thing is that the Lingbo network is also overloaded. Because of that little Ruiwen, everyone is in a mess. This is a good opportunity to run away."
"I didn't..."
"You didn't receive the order to escape, did you?" Mo La stepped forward again, reaching out and caressing Sun Jiayi's cheek, "While it's relatively safe now, aren't you going to tell me who the big boss behind you is?"
"I'm employed by the Star Club..."
Mo La interrupted directly: "I understand, remember, you rejected me once, and you must pay the price if you reject me again!"
Sun Jiayi leaned forward slightly, but heard Mo La cough twice again. After thinking about it, she asked the question again:
"Ms. Murra, are you okay?"
This time, Mo La responded positively. In fact, she was even a little excited: "It is not easy at all to always maintain activity and possibility. You always have to walk between activity and collapse - the last person to do this was
My instructor, but he got away with it.
"But, it's worth it. Especially tonight, I'm particularly convinced of this...ah, forget it, I'm going to bed. The new virtual command module needs to be installed before I wake up."
"Aren't you going to watch the live broadcast anymore?"
"No immersion, no live streaming."
Mo La waved her hands and headed towards the bedroom without looking back.
Halfway through, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, you have to replenish it recently. The cultivation speed of amaranth should be accelerated, and it will be used soon."
Sun Jiayi's face was expressionless and she bowed silently.
When she straightened her back again, she reached out and touched her neck again. The area under her finger was not the new wound that had begun to heal, but a small area in the middle of the spine on the back of her neck that was particularly cool.
The moonlight from outside spreads over, and there is a faint glow here - through the glass on the side, you can vaguely see the shape of the edges of the petals that are expanding.
Sun Jiayi breathed evenly and walked out of the room.
For a person with abilities, cultivating sea blue flowers does not have any obvious side effects, except that it consumes a lot of energy and nutrients.
Even if there is, it will only happen after "improper transplantation".
But it was against her free will after all, and the matter itself had little to do with her. Tracing back to the source, it was probably Mo La's plan against Ronan, or against some surrounding people.
She can be regarded as a standard troublemaker.
But so what?
Sun Jiayi's attention returned to the live broadcast room screen. At this time, she could no longer see the "Lingbo network overload" problem that Mo La mentioned. The screen was very natural and smooth.
It was also at this moment that Mr. Ronan, the central figure in most of the major events in the world in recent times, who stirred up storms wherever he stood, once again entered the camera frame under the gaze of many viewers who were influenced by his stimulation.
The way Ronan came was no different from other people on the beach. But when he appeared in front of people, everyone on the beach subconsciously lowered their heads to show their respect for this powerful man who controlled their life and death.
.
Ronan didn't care much. He walked over and naturally approached the most densely populated area on the beach, which was around the lying Mr. Song.
"Today's things are almost over, thank you all."
This seemingly polite but taken-for-granted tone can really hurt people's self-esteem.
Long Qi complained in his heart.
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At this time, he noticed that Mr. Song, who was in a deep coma, seemed to be extremely sensitive to Ronan's voice. His body twitched a few times and he suddenly opened his eyes.
But unfortunately, he happened to meet Ronan's gaze in his direction.
Even when he was lying on the ground, Mr. Song had an obvious reaction of shrinking back. As a result, the back of his head hit the gravel on the wet beach, and his face was distorted in pain.
At this time, Ronan spoke again: "If my actions tonight have caused losses to you, I will compensate you. Mr. Song..."
Being called out first, Mr. Song's face turned pale. Then he saw Ronan reaching out to him, aiming directly at his forehead.
Of course Mr. Song wanted to hide, but at this time he lost all ability and courage to act.
Soon, Ronan's fingers touched his forehead.
Mr. Song vaguely felt that he had had similar experiences, but they were not consistent.
Ronan's fingers just crossed his forehead and swept it with his fingertips. Apart from making his hairline slightly itchy, there seemed to be nothing...
Mr. Song's thoughts suddenly went blank for a moment, and the next second his attention was abnormally focused on a certain point on the hairline, so that the most detailed perceptions were clearly reflected in his mind.
It should be a hair swaying in the wind at the front of his forehead. The root part of the hair has just been inserted into his scalp, and it has extraordinary weight. There is always a warm feeling permeating from there...
Mr. Song subconsciously reached out and touched it, gradually regaining his normal thinking and memory, and quickly deduced the nature and meaning of that hair:
The hair that originally belonged to him, after Ronan's processing, has incredible power and rules - it can ignite the human body's furnace and become a burner!
Ronan jokingly called it a "game skin", and it was indeed transformed into a lifelike "prop" figure!
He was driven by this game skin...wait a minute, what has been removed can be transplanted back again?
Ronan's voice came into my ears: "My compensation is this hair."
Who wants your hair?
Huh? The hair was originally mine...
Just when Mr. Song's mind was confused, Ronan continued to penetrate his mind: "You can use it for yourself, or you can use it to replace anything at will with anyone. I will not interfere."
"I……"
At this time, Wen Huilan, who had stayed out of the situation since her return, suddenly said: "Hui Xing is willing to provide a matching amount of funds, and Mr. Song..."
"Mr. Song's shipment of goods has been bought by the cult." Cui Da's reaction was unexpectedly quick, and he expressed his attitude before Wen Huilan could.
This statement is actually a bit out of line compared to the identity of his escort.
Xu Er next to him was very surprised.
Under the surprised gaze of his companions, Cui Da continued to speak, his voice was calm and calm, and at the end there was even a long and ethereal sound that seemed to echo from a distance:
"If Mr. Song needs to be replaced, the other side of the scale should give priority to the relevant parties that have signed the agreement."
Wen Huilan frowned slightly for a moment, but when this strange accent gradually emerged from Cui Da's throat, she lowered her head and stopped talking.
On the contrary, Cui Da took another step forward. This pace was definitely different from his usual rhythm, and even the figure reflected in people's eyes also changed significantly.
Then he said: "Hello, Professor Luo, we meet again."