Like a lady returning home, Fei Jin maintained an elegant posture, walked out from the balcony, turned to the bedroom next to her, and remembered to whisper "Good night, everyone" before gently closing the door and going 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 changed from shallow to chaotic, as if she had fallen into a nightmare. For the real Fei Jin, this was 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 are a few extremely bored second-generation people who have been looking forward to Ronan and Fei Jin doing something on the balcony. Now, although Fei Jin has gone into the house by himself, in the blink of an eye, the connection has been seamless and a beautiful and charming person has replaced him. The beauty who was above her seemed to have more room for imagination, so her emotions were aroused a lot.
This period was enough for many people to stuff down some wine and food. The wine and medicine were so strong that the words in their mouths only became more and more meaningless. There is no need to repeat those inconspicuous words. However, He Donglou, who had always been the vanguard of provoking troubles, immediately gave up the long-legged girl he had just hooked up with when he saw the "ol lady with a lot of style" in everyone's mouth. Beauty, pull up your collar, shrink your head and run away.
Under the simultaneous effects of "Luonan Ruler" and "Yueyin Ruler", maybe he was the most pitiful person who deserved it!
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 intentionally 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 he finished speaking, Ronan himself was startled: It is said that Tian Bang is leading the "Fortress" project and is working hard on the solidification of the Abyss Area. Could it be that he also has ideas about the Blood Soul Temple? This was a natural thing, and 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 them. 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?"
"So be it." 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 was all in vain. He will not miss the opportunity to study the Blood Soul Temple in depth. The physical Blood Soul Temple under the southwest volcanic area is still waiting for a breakthrough in its configuration. This can also be regarded as a very important link for him to purify the cloud world and attack and kill Gong Qi. He must not give up.
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 was certainly 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 would only be even greater.
Whether the two sides "cooperate" or "harm" each other ultimately depends on how quickly their respective advantages can be realized. Even if Mrs. Halder had bad intentions, as long as Ronan could crack the secret of Blood Soul Temple, preferably in time, he would still have the advantage.
At least that's what Ronan understood.
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 it was pointless to dwell on these things. As the idea became clear, a piece of information was triggered, traveling across the sky, and connected with the magic talisman that was "on duty" in the cloud world.
The "spider thread" hanging alone has proven to be unable to do anything to Mrs. Halder. 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, also crossed the barrier between the cloud world and the local time and space, and descended silently. And in the emotional turmoil gathered by hundreds of millions of people in Xia City, they found their goal and gradually got closer.
In Dongcheng District, the room where the two chief priests of the Blood Flame Cult were located was silent for longer and longer. Mrs. Halder closed her eyes, blocking out all light. However, her mind was illuminated by candles, and she 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's like meeting the soul that is always behind you. Maybe there is no oppression from "silent thunderclouds" here, but there may be a pair of eyes tracking and locking at any time, coming and going at will, with almost no possibility of covering it up.
This is definitely an extraordinary level of power. Even though Ronan still has obvious shortcomings, whether it is physical or 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 there is in the capital market, it will not be inferior in this world.
A chaotic whirlpool has formed. Will the "investor" who calls himself a traveler continue to increase investment, or has he already raised his butcher's knife? As for the Blood Flame Order, and even Mrs. Halder herself, knowing that there is a big whirlpool ahead, do they still want to invest their limited capital into it?
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 rooftop...
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 was her most cherished feeling, and she had to think about it carefully and experience it for a long time every time she came.
"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 all levels collapsed and were dealt with miserably.
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, and therefore 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 has never cultivated Yin Le as an heir, not before and not now.
Mrs. Halder still didn't open her eyes, she just moved the 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, 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 feeler in the cult, and her amusing pet when she is extremely bored. She has never had high expectations for Yin Le. As long as he can shield her from some noise from secular society, it is 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 was so valuable, how could 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 the relaxation after high pressure. Today, her mood was like the remaining threads of a cobweb swaying in the breeze and drizzle, which could not be sorted out or seen, pattering, vague and absent. .
It doesn't feel bad... not bad?
As soon as a thought came to her mind, the fingers and palms she was touching suddenly froze, and her heart became wary. Why are these residual thoughts and thoughts that have long been settled in my heart rising?
The air froze instantly, and Yin Le, who was already extremely sensitive, almost stopped breathing and heartbeat as the palms above his head stopped. She didn't dare to move, so she could only raise her eyes to see 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 whenever you want."
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 didn't 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 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 had no answer.
But when this thought occurred, it quickly filled every corner of my heart, rooted in it and unable to get rid of it.
