Just as he was talking, Mo La seemed to be in pain and gasped.
But her movements did not change. One hand was placed on Ronan's arm, and the other hand was in front of Moya, smiling.
Moya finally looked back, her eyes swept across Ronan's face, and without hesitation, she reached out and gently shook Mo La's hand, saying "Hello", which was considered polite.
Mo La didn't bother anymore. He retracted his hand slightly, but then quickly extended it to the other person: "Miss Ruiwen, it's our first time meeting you. But the sound of your breathing accompanies me to sleep every night."
Raven stared at her quietly, letting her hand rest in the air without any other reaction.
The surrounding atmosphere is a bit strange.
Mo La didn't seem to care much. She retracted her hand and turned to Ronan and said softly: "You guys should be reasonable and don't be so murderous. I'm sincerely greeting you. In the past, we were on both sides of the 'wall' in name. You can
Pretending not to see it, if you still think like this now, you are out of step with the times..."
Mo La, who is wearing heavy makeup, fits the environment very well in the studio, as if she is a female artist who sneaked out to show off.
She has such a delicate voice that she sounds like she is coquettish when she speaks. This kind of behavior makes most people around her inevitably think about whether she and Ronan have some kind of special relationship...
But he was rejected by the other one.
This kind of thing has always been something that people love to hear and see. They want to see it but don't dare to look more. Their eyes glance here and there, wandering uncertainly.
Of course, there are also sophisticated people like Zhu Qinghuang. Seeing the reactions of Mo Ya and Ji Shang, they calmly took two steps away.
No matter how others reacted, Ronan's expression was truly meaningful. But since Mo La appeared, he had not spoken, and his eyes did not even stay on Mo La.
Strictly speaking, he spends more time focusing on the studio.
In a fully enclosed studio, the recording process will not be affected by slight changes in the outside world. The program continues, and scenes about Songkan are still played on the big screen.
At this time, people who are familiar with the scene can already tell that that is the Xiacheng Airport. The noisy flow of people coming and going, together with greetings such as "Welcome to Xiacheng", form the background of the scene.
"It's a real-time scene." Ronan said in a low voice, "But I remember you just said that it will be broadcast after editing. The same is true for the footage about Raven?"
"Well?"
Yang Zhou, who had been in charge of explaining, was obviously a little confused.
It took him two seconds to realize that Ronan's words were a continuation of the situation when Mo La appeared.
The greetings and coquettishness that followed were completely skipped.
Is this ignoring...?
Yang Zhou also felt that something was wrong, and he subconsciously looked at Mo La. The latter's lips were slightly pursed, half-smiling, but his gaze was fixed on Luo Nan's face, and he could not see any emotions at all.
this……
Yang Zhou instinctively felt something was wrong, but he had to answer Ronan's question: "That's right, the practice of this show is: studio shots are interspersed with editing, and the scene is broadcast live as much as possible to reflect the reality of the characters. This is what distinguishes us from other programs."
The peculiarity of the program... Today is just an introduction, and we need to do some post-production work to make the audience more immersed in it.
"Miss Ruiwen, in the planning of the program, she is already part of the scene."
The strange scene at the moment made my peripheral nerves tense, and I was not sure if I had explained clearly.
Fortunately, Ronan nodded, perhaps in recognition?
"Hey, it's really real. I just saw a hundred weeks ago... did you know she was coming?" Mo La didn't seem to mind Ronan's attitude at all and continued to speak with a smile.
The problem is, she still hasn't received any clear response.
When people nearby saw this scene, they were embarrassed for her.
Songkan, who was dozens of kilometers away, didn't know what happened in the studio, but it was obvious that he knew why he was here.
Under the guidance of on-site reporters, he expressed this: "I came to participate in the program just to do my best to connect the exploration data with the real world..."
The reporter pointed directly to the topic: "You mean the Deep Blue World?"
Songkan took a breath: "Yes"
"Have you ever seen or been to the Deep Blue World? Does this mean that you are ready for the final answer? Go to the show to end everything?"
"Never." Songkan summed it up in one sentence.
Then, he subconsciously stood still, facing the camera in the bustling crowd at the airport, and said seriously:
"I just knew it was there, but shortly before it announced that it was about to appear in front of everyone, I lost my sense of it."
"Induction?" The reporter at the scene was a little uncomfortable with this vocabulary.
Songkan did not interact with her this time, and just continued in his own way: "I know that this declares the end of my work in the first half of my life. In the days to come, I hope to be able to use my best efforts while the memories of the first half of my life are still vivid enough.
There are as many opportunities and ways as possible to introduce to you my special experience, and behind this experience, some knowledge about the deep blue world and the planes. I think it is necessary to understand them, and it is becoming more and more necessary now!"
Songkan was not a person who was good at words. Even though he was obviously prepared for this speech, it was still a bit vague - for the general public.
However, these people in the studio, whether inside or outside the venue, all understood it more or less.
Some people have enlightenment and fall into deep thought.
Some are extremely excited.
For example, the "paranoid" who didn't have a particularly strong sense of existence before.
This man was originally a blue-collar worker with a stable job. In order to find his missing relatives, he quit his job and traveled back and forth in major cities. Because he collected some clues and after imperfect reasoning, he firmly believed that there must be someone who did not exist.
The mysterious area in popular recognition has become a "devil's cave" that swallows up his loved ones.
The announcement of the Deep Blue World partially transformed the blue-collar student's paranoid evaluation into firmness and wisdom, but this did not change his character at all.
He immediately jumped up, pointed at the screen and shouted: "This is an insider, he knows the answer!"
"Now everyone is in the know, more or less."
Mo La spoke again to comment. At this time, the palms she had just grasped with Moya were lightly pressed against the glass curtain wall at the outer edge of the studio. The warm palms left clear traces on the curtain wall. Her sight penetrated through,
From a high position, I overlooked the somewhat chaotic situation in the studio.
"...Speaking of which, a lot of thought was put into selecting the people for the show."
In the context of continuous neglect, Mo La's expressions seemed a bit like talking to himself.
At this moment, Ronan nodded: "Your judgment is correct, it feels like a variety show."
Yang Zhou was immediately under great pressure and wanted to explain, but at this time, Mo La had already taken advantage of the situation:
"So times have changed, Professor Luo!"
Mo La turned her face sideways, her brows and eyes stretched, and her thick eye makeup, which was almost overwhelming, was marginalized in the bright and flowing eyes, which seemed just right.
However, once she confronted Ronan, her words were different:
"You can't bear the fact that I'm so upright. If one day, someone comes to visit you or adds something to the drinking water while you're not at home, what will you do?"
After saying this, no matter how slow the people next to him were, they still felt that something was wrong. But at this time, they had no time to avoid it. When they looked at each other, Ronan sighed.
"That's the truth...but, Ms. Murra, I have a question."
Ronan looked back at her.
Her eyebrows were raised slightly, making her smile even brighter.
However, within a tenth of a second, such a smart expression caused a surge of surprise.
The back of the hand was slightly warm - the reason was that the forearm of the young man in front of him was wrapped around her, and he suddenly grasped the hand that was resting on her arm.
Under the constraints of their joints, the two people's arms were intertwined, their palms turned upward, and the palms held together were naturally displayed in the eyes of everyone around them.
Meng Jia, who still didn't understand what was going on, took a deep breath.
Between men and women who are not lovers, this kind of behavior is more or less out of bounds.
But just half a second later, not only the two parties involved, Ronan and Mo La, but also other people around them no longer felt that there was any ambiguity in this.
Because at this moment, where the palms of the two people met, there was clearly the sound of fine bones and joints rubbing together.
Mo La made an instant retrieval action, but it was not successful.
It's not that the power Ronan put on her palm was so irresistible, but that at that moment, countless long nooses came out of nothingness, and suddenly penetrated all visible and invisible barriers, directly penetrating her whole body.
, and hissed in her perception level.
On a physical level, this is not really what happens;
On a spiritual level, it is actually a bit nihilistic and more akin to a fantasy.
However, at the special level where spirit and matter interfered and accommodated the extraordinary power structure, Mo La clearly felt that these "long nooses" were thousands of thin blades, which instantly made a comprehensive impact on her physical and spiritual framework.
dismantle.
Mo La had already reacted and was even on guard.
After all, when she took the initiative to greet Moya, she had already felt the pressure from Ronan's direction - her reaction was exaggerated, but it also had real basis.
She even knew that the pressure came more from the thick clouds above Xia City.
The problem is, when Ronan actually takes action, her plan turns out to be a barrier to her vision.
The "long noose" that Ronan threw was so sharp, and the operation was more like that of a cook untiing an ox. She felt that she was even more aware of her physical and spiritual structure than herself, so much so that she burst into tears.
Qi movement is always a little slow...
Even if such a cut does not cause any substantial damage, the qi of both sides collide and chase fiercely at such an instant, like exploding fireworks, and no one can calmly judge and grasp it.
At least not Mera.
She was already exerting her strength, but within her physical and spiritual framework, the bursting qi machines chased and collided, causing her to completely lose the initiative. Her mental strength was rapidly depleted under high speed and high pressure, and the aftermath of the collision clashed and stirred up on the material and spiritual levels.
…
So much so that she actually suffered from undue dizziness.
Hiss, it was as if he was being controlled by a supernatural being... How many things did that bastard of the blood demon teach him?
Mo La's thoughts could be dispersed to this point, and there was no need to say anything. Of course she still had the means to escape, but at this time, Ronan spoke again.
This time, the boy's voice was surprisingly low, buzzing right next to her ears:
"...What exactly have I done to make you think that I want to be reasonable?