Yin Le pinched something and arrived at the studio rented by Ronan.
Even though Ronan has not had a normal schedule for several days in a row, as long as she is working as a life secretary for one day, she must not neglect the work of "taking care of herself at dawn and dusk".
She first rang the intercom outside the workroom, but received no response, and then verified her fingerprint entry.
The lights in the workroom are on, and the light and shadow in the virtual workspace are changing. Ronan is sitting behind the workbench, resting his chin on one hand, his body is calm, and he should be concentrating on his work.
But taking another two steps forward and taking a closer look, I found that the man's eyes were closed and his breathing was long. He actually fell asleep in this posture.
I guess I can't hold it any longer after working continuously.
Yin Le didn't dare to wake up Ronan, but just scanned the workroom to see if there was any debris that needed to be cleaned up. Well, that mobile shelf didn't exist before, but now it was placed in the middle of the room, very abrupt. It should have been what was placed just now.
thing……
Mostly "veterans" have been here before.
Yin Le moved the mobile shelf to the corner, and then walked quietly to the workbench. She never dared to move the tools and instruments on the bench, so she could only clean up some small debris, etc.
We also specially took photos to locate the location, so as to avoid self-defeating and unrecoverable problems.
At this time, her eyes swept across the virtual workspace, and the picture she saw looked very familiar - like a bottomless deep sea, and like a storm on the sea surface, with thick colors and chaotic structure. In fact, it was made up of two overlapping pictures.
Two psychic drawings.
The reason why Yin Le is convinced is that she has seen Ronan's dismantling and integration, and most of the things she was busy with during this period also came from this.
It was difficult for Yin Le to notice the changes in the details of such a complex and mysterious figure. However, she noticed that the figure as a whole was undulating and pulsing regularly, as if the intertwined ocean scenes were gradually seeping into the real world and turning into
substantial existence.
Yin Le was taken aback, but she soon discovered that this might just be an illusion. Because the light around the sleeping Ronan had a certain degree of distortion and refraction. Looking closely, it was clear that the air was fluctuating, causing
illusion.
Ronan isn't resting... he's practicing, right? Do you want to work so hard?
Yin Le couldn't help but recall the letter she sent to Mrs. Halder, which described her doubts and judgments:
Ronan, her new boss, targets far more than he should. This forces him to never stop, but to seize every time and opportunity to improve himself.
It was stretched like a buzzing and trembling bowstring - it might shoot out a fatal arrow at any time, but it might also snap.
Yin Le sighed, and while his breath was still lingering between his lips and teeth, there was a "swishy" sound simultaneously.
Behind the workbench, the chair on Ronan's body suddenly disintegrated without any warning. The wooden chair body and the cushions on the seat disintegrated into crumbs and fine velvet, and some plastic and metal parts were twisted and cracked, and they were also damaged by some kind of damage.
The restraint of strength wiped out the kinetic energy of Beng Fei, and he fell straight down, crashing to the ground.
Yin Le was startled: "Sir!"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Yin Le felt that there had been too many similar exclamations recently. But when the impact came, what could she do?
But this time, the call had some effect. Ronan opened his eyes at this moment. And his body was suspended in the air, maintaining its original natural state, without even any ups and downs.
"Sir?" Yin Le greeted tentatively.
"Oh, you're here."
Ronan seemed to have just woken up, hanging in the air, stretching his body. However, his eyes were as bright as stars, how could he look like he had just woken up?
Yin Le was very curious about what Ronan was doing before, but he couldn't really ask, so he could only say step by step: "It's almost half past ten. Sir, do you want to go back and take a rest?"
"Well, it doesn't matter if you take a break or not. We can't stay here for the time being. We may have to start over after finally debugging the equipment."
"...Really?" Yin Le responded, thinking about the turbulent air around Ronan before.
Ronan's feet did not touch the ground, and he turned around three times before sitting on the wheelchair next to the workbench, entering the "disabled" mode where he needed help.
In front of Yin Le's eyes, there is still an image of him turning around naturally and smoothly, without any trace of fireworks. It is much more advanced than the earliest use of electromagnetic configuration to propel the body into the air.
But if you calculate it carefully, the gap is only two weeks. This kind of progress...
Yin Le sighed silently, and consciously went behind the wheelchair to do what he should do. But as soon as he exerted force, the wheelchair became heavy and stagnant, and did not move at all.
What's wrong?
"I almost forgot, I can't take the car in this situation, we can just walk back."
"What's your situation?" Yin Le finally found an opportunity to seek knowledge and resolve doubts. She subconsciously made a guess, "Have you made another breakthrough in your cultivation?"
"No, I'm just playing games, don't take it seriously."
"..." Yin Le was confused again as usual.
At this time, the wheelchair under Ronan's seat moved forward automatically and left the room without her exerting any force. Yin Le hurriedly followed up. She could confirm that this was definitely not the function of the motor built into the wheelchair.
After coming out of the studio, Ronan ignored the commercial vehicle parked outside and drove the wheelchair forward. Yin Le arranged for the driver to go ahead, while she walked quickly in high heels, following behind.
It was close to midnight in the Pingmao Market. Even in the central area, there were very few pedestrians. The streets were empty, which looked refreshing.
Ronan said: "It's so boring!"
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes again and spread out thousands of miles. Within the soul cloak of thousands of miles, some areas were swollen by the strong light and high temperature, like a blazing furnace, roasting the slight smell of clouds and vapors in the sea and sky.
It becomes a complex sensory stimulation. It is transmitted over a distance of 1,500 kilometers, and is perceived, experienced, and reacted to by him.
Of course, as Ronan said, this series of perceptions is more like the stimulation of a virtual game, and it is low-simulation, a bit like the sense of deja vu of an "offline test" of external neurons.
It's not even as nervous as it was then - failure to pass the test will most likely lead to big trouble, and now, with the soul cloak to contain him and fight against him, he is just playing hide and seek with the true god on the abyss, arranging some configurations in the clouds, and watching them.
Life and death, victory and defeat, gain and loss are nothing to worry about.
Just like the hundred-episode pope who claims to "use himself as bait", any tense situation is just talk.
Can it still be taken seriously?
Well, it's not wrong for the parties such as Bai Xinyan who can't help themselves.
Only for him, it will not and cannot be done like this!