Fei Jin was like a lady returning home, maintaining an elegant posture, going out from the balcony, turning to the bedroom next to her, remembering to whisper "Good night, everyone", and then gently closed the door and went to settle down.
In fact, everyone knows that with Ronan, the master of perception, there is no point in closing the door or not, it is just a gesture. Soon, the breathing in the bedroom turned from shallow to chaotic, as if falling into a nightmare.
For Fei Jin, this is almost the result.
"It would be better to ask Mr. Bai to come and take a look tomorrow. He is an expert in mental invasion and hypnosis." He Yueyin made suggestions to eliminate future troubles, and Ronan was good at it.
This kind of thing was just mentioned in one sentence. The purpose of He Yueyin's coming was not just this. Ronan knew it very well and had thought about how to explain it: "Well, Sister Yueyin, Mrs. Halder has arrived in Xiacheng..."
As soon as it started, loud whistles and cheers came from outside the balcony. There were a few extremely bored second-generation people who had been looking forward to Ronan and Fei Jin doing something on the balcony. Now, although Fei Jin himself
Went into the house, but in a blink of an eye, the transition was seamless. A beautiful woman with even better appearance and grace appeared. She seemed to have more room for imagination, so her mood was aroused a lot.
This period was enough for many people to stuff down some wine and food. The alcohol and drugs were on the rise, and the words that came out of their mouths only became more meaningless. There is no need to repeat those inconspicuous words, but they have always been the vanguard of stirring up trouble.
As soon as Ho Tung-lou saw what everyone called "the stylish ol lady", he immediately abandoned the long-legged beauty he had just hooked up with, pulled up his collar, shrank his head and ran away.
Under the simultaneous effects of "Luonan Ruler" and "Yueyin Ruler", maybe he is the most pitiful person who deserves to die!
Ronan ignored He Donglou and glanced at those guys. He didn't use any methods for the time being, but just reorganized his words: "By the way, the people of the Blood Flame Order are quite interested in the configuration of the Abyss.
Tian Bang asked me to be a technical consultant, and Mrs. Halder also took the same approach..."
He deliberately skipped the difficult-to-explain node of "White Bone Hill" and reorganized a specious logic, but I think He Yueyin should be able to understand it 70% to 80% of the time.
But just after finishing speaking, Ronan himself was startled: It is said that Tian Bang is leading the "Fortress" project and working hard on the solidification configuration of the Abyss Area. Could it be that he also has ideas about the Blood Soul Temple? This is a logical thing.
It was also an angle that he had ignored before.
"Mr. Luo, since we are talking about Tian Bang, I think Mrs. Halder will be happy to let Tian Bang know about your cooperation with their team. Tian Bang may not care, but the team behind him is difficult to predict."
"Uh, really?"
"Being able to weaken Tian Bang's possible allies and gain a boost for himself is not a big risk, so why not?"
"hehe."
This is another question that Ronan has never thought about. However, given Mrs. Halder's scheming skills, it is normal to consider these things. Compared with her, Ronan's mental level is indeed not on the same level.
At this time, He Yueyin's eyes fell on the virtual workspace, staring at the sketch, and she was a little surprised: "Is this a psychic drawing for Mrs. Halder?"
"That's right." Ronan responded in a manly voice. He had already discovered that no matter how much he considered the conflict between Mrs. Halder and Tian Bang, it would be in vain. He would not miss the opportunity to study the Blood Soul Temple in depth.
Soul Temple is still waiting for a breakthrough in its configuration. This can be regarded as an extremely important step for him to purify the cloud world and attack Gong Qi, and it will definitely not be allowed.
He Yueyin adjusted her angle, and gradually stood side by side with Ronan, observing the work carefully: "I have seen Mrs. Halder once, and I always feel that her temperament is difficult to grasp. This painting makes the impression all of a sudden.
To make it clear...is there any more specific information?"
"It's hard to say now." Ronan didn't express his immature views, but at this time, he was gradually coming to a conclusion.
To be fair, he is definitely no match for Mrs. Halder; but from the perspective of the solidified configuration of the abyss, with the virtual brain system nearby, the gap between him and him is only wider.
The two sides "cooperate" with each other and "harm" each other. In the final analysis, it depends on how quickly their respective advantages are realized. Even if Mrs. Halder has bad intentions, as long as Ronan can crack the secret of Blood Soul Temple, preferably in time, then it will be him.
Take advantage.
At least that's what Ronan understands.
One question is, should he accept Mrs. Halder's invitation as a "technical consultant" and enter through the "front door" openly; or should he simply go in through the "front door" regardless of whether there is a door or not, just smash it out and actively
Invasion?
I’ve already drawn the psychic diagram, so what else do I need to say?
Ronan curled his lips, feeling more and more that there was no point in worrying about these things. As the idea became clear, a message was triggered, and he traveled across the sky to connect with the magic talisman that was "on duty" in the cloud world.
The "spider thread" hanging alone has proven to be useless to Mrs. Halder, so Ronan can only let the magic talisman take action in person to achieve miraculous effects.
A few seconds later, the ugly and supernatural demon crossed the deep spiritual space, and also crossed the barrier between the cloud world and local time and space, and descended silently. In the emotional turbidity of hundreds of millions of people in Xia City,
Having found the goal, we are getting closer and closer.
In Dongcheng District, in the room where the two chief priests of the Blood Flame Order were, the silence became longer and longer. Mrs. Halder closed her eyes, blocking out all light. However, her mind was illuminated by candles, which penetrated the darkness, and her mind was clear.
Only in this way can you find peace.
Of course, true peace is almost impossible to exist. Because when you face a master of perception, it is like meeting a soul that is always attached to you. Maybe there is no oppression of "silent thunderclouds" here, but there may be a pair of eyes at any time.
The tracking camera is locked and comes and goes at will, with almost no possibility of covering it.
This is definitely an extraordinary level of power. Even though Ronan still has obvious shortcomings, both physically and in character, his market prospects have soared to the top level and are infinitely bright.
In today's society, even if the price-to-earnings ratio continues to rise, it cannot stop investors' expectations for the future. And potential competitors will not be merciful. No matter how dirty the capital market is, it will not be inferior in this world.
A chaotic whirlpool has been formed. Will the "investor" who claims to be a traveler continue to increase his investment, or has he raised the butcher's knife? As for the Blood Flame Order, and even Mrs. Halder herself, they know clearly that there is a person ahead of them.
Do you still need to invest your limited capital into the maelstrom?
Well, she had no choice at all.
Mrs. Halder has signed a gambling agreement, using limited power to leverage huge capital, and either become famous, or leave the house, or even jump from the rooftops...
Well, very excited!
The elements of crisis and despair, from the high level of reason and emotion, seep underground layer by layer, gradually transforming into restless emotions and even electric trembling, from high to low, converging into a torrent, drowning the body and mind ever since I cut it off with my own hands.
Her husband's head is her most cherished feeling. Every time she comes, she must ponder it carefully and experience it for a long time.
"boss."
In his ears was Yin Le's trembling voice, and the trembling feeling inside it was similar to his own but different from his own. It was a chaotic situation in which the upper and lower levels collapsed completely and were dealt with dismally.
It has to be said that after staying in the secular world for a long time, Yin Le's way of thinking is to a large extent no longer a qualified officiant, but an excellent businessman. She has lost the ability to deduce and analyze from the extraordinary level, so she is particularly
She lacks the corresponding ability to withstand pressure. From this perspective, she is indeed inferior to the betrayer Ren Hong.
But Mrs. Halder knew very well that this situation was caused by herself. She had never cultivated Yin Le as an heir, not before, and not now.
Mrs. Halder still didn't open her eyes, she just moved her palms on her knees outward. Two seconds later, her fingertips touched Yin Le's smooth and delicate hair, and the warmth between her palms and the center of her head
Intertwined together, it feels very comfortable.
She rubbed it gently for a few times, and then heard Yin Le's muffled whisper: "Boss, I'm sorry."
Yin Le, the executive of her business empire, the power tentacle in the religious order, and her pet when she is bored. She has never had high expectations for Yin Le, as long as he can shield her from some noise from the secular society,
That's enough.
From this point of view, this "funny pet" has far exceeded her upper limit of expectations, proving that it is a worthwhile investment. Since it is worth it, how can she be angry?
Mrs. Halder sighed softly, not depressed, but just a rare emotion. Her movements of caressing Yin Le's heart were still gentle. Maybe it was relaxation after high pressure. Today, her mood was like a wave in the breeze and drizzle.
The remaining threads of the spider web cannot be sorted out or seen clearly, they are pattering, and they appear to be there or not.
Doesn’t it feel like it’s not bad...not bad?
As soon as a thought came to her, the palms of her fingers suddenly froze, and her heart became wary. What was the reason for the remnants of these residual thoughts and thoughts that had long been settled in her heart?
The air froze in an instant, and Yin Le, who was already extremely sensitive, almost stopped breathing and heartbeat as the palms above her head stopped. She did not dare to move, so she could only raise her eyes to look at her boss's expression.
At this moment, Mrs. Halder opened her eyes, and their gazes touched lightly. Yin Le subconsciously wanted to hide, but did not dare to hide. He could only freeze there, trying his best to maintain the little calmness on the surface.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Halder's sigh came to my ears again: "Xia City is really not a place to stay for a long time."
"Boss, then let's..."
"This is not a place where you can just leave."
Mrs. Halder said lightly, then closed her eyes again and withdrew her hand: "It's too late, go and have a rest. It's pointless to think too much. It's better to have a solid sleep and have a good dream... Well, it's best not to dream."
.”
"Yes, boss."
Yin Le did not dare to say anything more. She stood up slowly, exited quietly, and turned off the light.
Even though she was paying close attention, Mrs. Halder's keen eyes and ears could still hear the rhythmic footsteps echoing in the apartment.
The lingering sound is like an invisible demon, coming and going, lingering.
Is there really such a monster?
Mrs. Halder couldn't get an answer.
But when this thought occurred, it quickly filled every corner of my heart, taking root and becoming entangled. (https:)