It may be that he exerted too much force and had some problems controlling his vocal cords. Ronan's pronunciation was particularly vague at the front, and he could only vaguely hear the resonance of the human body.
It happened that it was that vague syllable that made Mo La's mind seem to vibrate.
Mo La has always been a "voice control", ever since she perceived the world in the cultivation tank, which is why she is so obsessed with Raven's "breathing sound".
But now, Ronan's vague pronunciation seems even more deadly!
So much so that she was in a daze for a moment, squandering the opportunity that could have been the lowest cost escape.
With a muffled "bang" sound, Mo La's head and shoulders hit the glass curtain wall hard.
The feeling of impact brought Mo La back to his senses, and only then could he distinguish Ronan's specific words from his vague memory.
Strictly speaking, except for the beginning, most of the words in it have returned to the drake voice, but the impression given before is too deep, and there is an indescribable restraint. Together with Ronan's standard backhand grappling, it suppressed her.
Glass curtain wall.
The head and face were pressed against the water vapor lines created by her palm just now, and Ronan's other hand pressed on the most vulnerable part of the back of the head, making him unable to move for a moment.
It was only then that people around him started to scream and gasp, which seemed particularly loud in the moment of silence after the dust settled.
Moya was a little surprised, and Meng Fei next to her was even more unbearable. They were so nervous that they grabbed the corner of her clothes and subconsciously wanted to pull her back and away from the whirlpool.
However, the "whirlpool" is here, how can it be avoided in a few steps? Instead of shrinking back, it is better to trust Ronan, the brother who is trying to twist the "whirlpool" to prevent her from getting involved in right and wrong.
Although this method...well, I don't want to comment on it.
Mo La, that woman’s name is Mo La...
Moya looked at Mo La's face, which had not even completely dissipated its smile. She was really stunningly beautiful. Even when she was pressed against the glass wall and her face was squeezed and distorted, she still had a crazy beauty.
It makes people doubt that if her neck is broken the next second, she can die like a weird and charming work of art.
Therefore, she is not a normal person.
Moya's eyes turned to Ronan's face and stayed for a moment, but received no feedback.
Finally, she glanced at Ruiwen, who didn't blink, and didn't even change from before.
Moya pursed her lips, let out a quick breath, sighed and smiled, and turned her face to look at the busy scene in the studio.
The most critical ones were like this, and no one else could think of anything else, and stepped forward to break up the fight. After a brief gasp of exclamation, the scene returned to silence.
People in the studio were completely unaware of what was happening in the tour corridor on the second floor, but by this time the program had come to an end. When the "paranoid blue-collar" was out of control, today's recording was actually over, leaving just a few moments.
A scary hook.
Play it back and the effect should be good.
Although this is more and more like a variety show.
At the edge of the anchor desk, the live interview with Songkan disappeared from the big screen, and the staff rushed forward. Because of the last incident, the host was still communicating with the interviewees, soothing their emotions and also emphasizing some attention.
matter; and among the interviewees, the same is probably true...
After all, according to the program plan, in the next period of time, the interviewees will form a "team" and go to certain highly sensitive sites to conduct "truth discovery."
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Ronan was also watching the changes in the studio and felt a little emotional. He spoke in a low voice without any interference, at least he didn't feel it:
"The preset program logic...is not very friendly."
At this time, he held Mo La's wrist joint with his left hand, and pressed the back of her head with his right hand. He could feel the steady pulse under the hair and skin with his palm.
The current posture of the two people means nothing.
Ronan didn't think he had subdued Mera. Creatures at the level of transcendent species were completely humanoid fighting machines. The engine that propelled their bodies was built on a powerful physical and divine structure, and was fully connected with the storm in the abyss.
Interference, at its peak, is nothing more than a super-large gas turbine.
An extraordinary level of collision is roughly equivalent to the disaster level of a collision of 10,000-ton giant ships.
If the two sides were serious and fighting to the death, even if Ronan could rely on the power of space-time configuration to neutralize part of the impact, it would not be so silent.
Mera still has a lot of energy left, just like Ronan.
This judgment was made not only to show respect for the power of the extraordinary species, but also because Mo La himself is not a person who can be easily grasped and investigated.
Although she now has one of the most vulnerable areas of her body completely exposed to Ronan's control.
So, it's still time to chat calmly.
"But everyone is 'telling' the truth."
Mo La was indeed calm and composed. When he spoke, he also paid special attention to the cadence. The vibrations and warmth of the skull cavity were transmitted through Ronan's palm:
"On the other hand, it's you, Mr. Luo. If your 'principles' are always expressed in this way, I feel that in the future, either you will be in trouble or Earth Lord will be in trouble!
"My troubles are nothing in comparison."
The vibration in Mo La's skull came even earlier than the laughter.
This is a very novel experience.
Ronan said "Oh" and pinched the back of her head. At the same time, he held Mo La's wrist with his left hand and slid it up to hold Mo La's hand, and slowly rubbed the lady's breasts.
finger.
This time there was no sound of the tiny bones and joints rubbing together before, it was just caressing.
Mo La said "Ah" and frowned.
Even when he was subdued, he was not like this now.
"It's too much!"
"..."
Most people around me are silent, but if you give them a chance, they will probably have something to say.
Well, in the eyes of others, this is indeed a set of words and actions that are so ambiguous that they cannot be seen. But only the person involved knows the deep meaning.
Although the gesture itself is meaningless, it gives Ronan a reason to guide the "control line" of the magneto-optical mica to perform a deeper... and also more impolite segmentation of Mo La.
Mo La's doubts failed to stop him.
Ronan has been curious about Mo La for a long time.
When he first met Mo La at the Starry Sky Club, he discovered that this extraordinary species had a high degree of plasticity in his physical and spiritual framework.
This is a nice way of saying it, but to put it in a bad way, it just doesn’t make sense.
At that time, the blood demon was also used as a comparison.
The physical side of the blood demon is a typical tyrannical and stable structure. Of course, when it is "demonized", there will be an explosive change.
But that
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It is also the relationship between normality and supernormality.
When it comes to Mo La, there is no such thing as "normality". To put it more strictly, Mo La's "normality" is endless changes - her physical and spiritual framework is too lively, and there are changes every moment.
Changes in status and even properties.
Ronan didn't even find an obvious periodicity in it.
This is from an overall perspective. If we cut it deeper and more detailed, the differences will only be greater.
Under normal circumstances, Ronan has a relatively systematic microscopic perception of the human body, that is, at the cellular level.
The world at this level is already complex enough. Only through continuous training and polishing with magneto-optical mica, Ronan can understand in a relatively intuitive way. After the lowest level processing of these basic modules that constitute life, their respective subtle properties can still be understood.
There is a structural meaning that links each other.
Of course, there are also the laws of their mutation and action under various high-energy environments under the blessing of soul power created out of nothing, as well as the more mysterious "structural aesthetics".
Well, it belongs to the aesthetics of magneto-optical mica.
No matter how paradoxical "Ci's aesthetics" is, combined with current human research in related fields, Ronan still has a criterion. So he knows that the basic life modules that currently constitute the extraordinary species "Mola", as well as the organization
The types of functional organizations formed by it are really too rich...
It is so rich that it is far beyond the limit that normal people should have.
Moreover, this “exceed” is not twice or twice, but ten times or a hundred times!
The heavily made-up woman in front of her was like a grocery warehouse. Her body, which had the same volume as other people, was forcibly filled with dozens or hundreds of times the functional tissue structure of a normal person.
Most of them are in a shrunken, curled-up dormant state, similar to meaningless growths in the body. But with the active switching of the physical and spiritual framework, some tissues wake up, and other parts enter dormancy again...
Can you imagine that there are seven or eight hearts working in shifts in a person's body, and more than a dozen sets of stomachs and intestines?
Maybe it's an exaggeration, but this is the most appropriate description of Mo La.
Well, it unexpectedly fits the "Chinese aesthetics".
What’s even more incredible is that the functions of each of these tissues and organs are different, and some even change to a considerable extent during work or dormancy.
Corresponding to this, cells are dividing, assembling, degrading, and apoptotic more frequently. In order to maintain high-frequency changes, this living system consumes a large amount of energy every moment, and is itself a high-speed metabolic experiment.
field.
Mera himself is the host of this crazy experiment.
At least it seems so.
To conduct such an experiment, the cost should not be small.
Simply relying on the interference with the storm in the abyss area may be able to solve the energy supply problem, but at the level of regulating the physical and spiritual framework, the controllability is really bad.
According to Ronan's observation, Mo La maintained the experimental process to a large extent through the life energy burned by this crazy metabolism.
Ronan wasn't sure what impact this method would have on Mo La's lifespan... The prospects didn't look good.
Or is there a more subtle balance?
Gently rubbing the back of Mo La's neck with his palm, Ronan couldn't help but ask: "If I crush your head now, will it regenerate?"
Faced with this problem, Mo La looked back at him, the corners of her lips split: