In a practical sense, Ronan is the well-deserved focus of Zhan Ji's live broadcast room and the viewing program. It's just that for more than an hour before, he never thought about interacting with the audience of these two programs - this was not within the scope of his tasks tonight, and His Majesty the Emperor would not give him an extra point or two because of this. integral.
But now he spoke, and he spoke so naturally. This strong sense of interaction immediately set off another wave of climax in the audience, and soon swept up the participants in the circular conference room. Go in.
Someone at the scene whistled, and in a weird tone: "This wave of dog food was thrown so unexpectedly..."
The sudden tone aroused a wave of laughter in the conference room, and then the atmosphere became really unbearable. Even those who had not watched the show before had to make up for it at short notice, let alone those who had been paying attention.
Zhang Yingying is a vigorous and beautiful girl, smart and generous, with a wide network of friends. She is very popular in Xia City. Everyone knows that she can make jokes, and she is not polite at the moment: Dahl's Notes
"Yingying, when did you start?"
"What logic, why is Yingying taking the initiative? Boss Luo, we support you!"
“Isn’t the important point how early should you start if you are under 16?”
Zhang Yingying was sitting in the live broadcast area in the middle of the venue. She blinked her eyes quickly a few times. Her cheeks, which were heated due to the embarrassing situation she was put in front of, could no longer calm down for a while.
She wanted to refute, but at this moment, the old monk from Waihai said with a smile: "Professor Luo, I am your supporter. Tens of thousands of people can testify. We have the same position. What you said I agree, what’s the point of gambling? Of course, if you say you’re not satisfied with the money, we can change our position... It’s a joke anyway!”
At this moment, onlookers in various cities around the world have a similar comment in their hearts:
"A scumbag with no bottom line." Catalog of My Name is Coleni
After all, Ghost Eye Che Yi is also a superpower, standing at the top of human evolution. Don't ask him to put on airs every day, nor can he lower his posture to the mud without any restrictions!
"This old guy Che Yi has had enough!"
At the maintenance center, Gao Meng's face wrinkled up, and he was really worried. Ronan, a simple boy, was thrown into a trap by the ghost eyes after just three or two rounds: "Ouyang, we can't just watch that guy ruin the place. ah."
Ouyang Chen carefully observed the data on the changes in the projection work area. Hearing this, he said without looking back: "Didn't he agree with Ronan's theory?"
"Hey, his bullshit..."
"When it comes to the fundamental point of view, even a fart can break a nail."
"ah?"
After Gao Meng was stunned, Ronan on the podium also spoke again, but he did not directly respond to Ghost Eyes, but looked down at the voting system display in the venue, and then read out a few numbers: Good people raise into a system
"..., for those of you who read the seat number, you have not passed the level of Blood Intention Ring. You have the intention of posting on the Internet through barrage, so if you go through it in half, it won't be that you haven't finished it yet."
Ronan's face was serious and serious. This should not be the case, especially since the "double-link points" of the Blood Intent Ring and the Water Condensing Ring that he observed have been integrated. In both a theoretical and practical sense, his course was considered complete. , it’s all time to reap results. But because of Guiyan's unlimited indulgence, flaws appeared, who should he ask to reason with?
Of course, a 1% failure rate will not affect the establishment of the Blood Circle group structure. It's just that he could get a hundred points in the exam, but he was forced to score a ninety-nine, which caused his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He changed the stroke color of the electronic pen to blood red, circled the fourteen numbers heavily, then dropped the pen, supported the podium with his hand, and looked around the venue. Catalog of works of the best immortal official in the city
In just two seconds, the laughter and restlessness in the venue disappeared one after another until they were completely empty.
The densely packed seat numbers in the work area, as well as the fourteen accurately positioned red circles on it, suddenly made the participants realize that if according to the explanation of the "cage theory", Ronan is still overwhelmingly... At the same time, the nearly 1,500 ability users who were "violated" were fully aware of their mental dynamics.
Five seconds ago, the "one percenters" who were named and marked were more or less still emotional, and it was not as if no one wanted to fight back with their necks straightened out. But now, facing the gazes projected back and forth, especially the cold eyes of the person on the podium, what little rebelliousness they had was like a fire sweeping through the wasteland, all of which was ashes.
At this moment, they wished they could bury their heads in their crotches, or simply hide under the chair. Maybe that way we can get some moving air. Soul Emperor Martial God
In the suddenly silent and oppressive atmosphere of the venue, Ronan spoke again: "These fourteen people..."
Everyone thought that Ronan was going to keep up his efforts and continue to scold, but they didn't expect that the second half of the direction suddenly flew hundreds of kilometers away: "These fourteen people are your 'joke', Senior Ghost Eyes" It was brushed off. Is this result different from your guess? If the deviation does exist... why can't you take a gamble? "
Looking at the show studio, Guiyan still had a smile on his face, but he leaned back, his eyes narrowed, and the light in the gap cut through the live broadcast screen. The word "guess" that Ronan said made him a little concerned.
Ghost Eye wanted to ask back: Did you guess it, or did you actually find something?
In the circular conference room, Ronan continued: "Let's bet on the one you have guessed but haven't confirmed yet. Are you betting on 'yes' and 'no', or adding a time limit or something?" Catalog of works of the Alien Knights
Guiyan's eyelids twitched. At this moment, he almost suspected that his "cage" had also been "violated". Although he didn't want to admit it, Ronan's statement did affect his choice.
His mind was spinning, and the corners of his mouth were raised exaggeratedly: "Gambling is just a game, just for fun. So, if Professor Luo really wants to play, it's okay to add another level."
The online and offline onlookers were all agitated at this moment: This is a point of contact, and we are really going to do it! Even if it's just a "betting and entertainment", is the talented boy from Xia City already going to confront the extraordinary species?
Well, the scene from the past few days was almost the same, but it was interrupted by His Majesty the Emperor Wu's intervention.
However, the global audience still overestimated the lower limit of the ghost eye. I saw this person twisting on the back of his chair, assuming a more comfortable posture, and then stretched out a finger:
"As for the bet, I always confirm the chips first and make sure the chips are equal before placing the bet. Professor Luo, Brother Luo, although I support your remarks and am your staunch supporter, you must prepare yourself against an extraordinary person. Are you ready to gamble? The gambling capital must be at the extraordinary level. Frankly speaking, this is quite difficult for you."
As he spoke, Ghost Eye motioned to the studio camera to give him a close-up: "Well, because I am an extraordinary species, a selfie is also an extraordinary species level. I can't exchange it for your own photo. Well, the Emperor Wu's Can consider it."
The boos from around the world gathered on the Internet, and the ghosts took it lightly, waiting for the story to be turned over.
However, on the podium in the circular conference room, Ronan nodded: "Those who are at the level of extraordinary beings... let's count what they wear."
"Well?"
