Chapter 579: Afternoon Tea (Part 2)
Black Lion's slogan is just a slogan after all.
The so-called "casual and eye-catching"... The current atmosphere is not something you can easily relax by just changing the meeting location to the pool deck.
As for "eye candy", the sound of gunfire and explosions in the high-end suite area had already frightened the "gentlemen" and various people nearby. Coupled with the suddenly falling clouds, it was definitely not suitable for outdoor activities. At this time, when I looked up, the poolside and the pool were all empty, and the usual scenery was nowhere to be seen.
Among the people who came one after another, Constance and Wan Liuhua were outstanding beauties, but no one dared to persuade them to change into swimsuits, right?
So the reality is that everyone is sitting or standing on the pool deck, and all they see are faces that are so familiar that there is no surprise. Only when you are closer to the thick clouds in the sky, your mouth and nose are filled with slightly fishy moisture when you breathe. In a daze, you can even feel the free electrons accumulated inside flowing in a magnetic field as weak as an illusion.
Frankly speaking, no one likes this kind of environment. Interest is another matter.
Driven by interest, Constance and Star Witch rushed over.
Maybe the dead witch was there, but he didn't come out to say hello.
Previously, they used their soul power to trace traces of Ronan's time and space domain. Obviously, this tracking was not very successful. Now they just want to take this opportunity to meet and confirm again.
The problem was that Ronan didn't show up right away, which made this social event, which was already somewhat unworthy of its name, even more lacking in theme.
Fortunately, a group of extraordinary species were able to quickly find a replacement, which is currently the only injured person on the deck, Takar.
Judging from his appearance alone, this big black guy should be the most miserable one at the moment. Both arms were broken, the left leg was cracked, several ribs were broken, and there were multiple contusions on the shoulder and neck, not to mention invisible internal injuries.
At the moment, he didn't seem to be very conscious. He was leaning on the leg of a table under an umbrella by the swimming pool, with his head lowered, accepting Wanliuhua's correction of his bones.
The treatment is also very high.
The problem is that he never showed any signs of recovery. His eyes were straight and he was staring at the water of the swimming pool in a daze. It seems that he is not aware that he has become the focus of several extraordinary species.
Every flash of electric fire on his body was particularly noticeable.
Especially Constance.
The sight of this top enchantment master, revealed from the shadow of the hood, accurately captures the details of the interaction between Takar's body and outside, material and spirit during the birth and death of electric light, and the more sophisticated structure built on the details.
The so-called "architecture" is actually not intuitive enough, and many of them are half guesses and half deductions. However, strong people like Konstanz can still integrate and restore fragments of information into relatively intuitive "predictive results", and This result is put into a relatively specific situation for further derivation.
Later, Constance no longer looked at Takar. In her mind, there was a place with a radius of electromagnetic transformation, where reality and reality collided. Whether it is on the material level or in the spiritual ocean, it is a system of its own. Everything is well organized and the laws are strict.
And if this piece of law is replaced into the abyss area, and then deduced, there will be a spear of thunder, gathered and forged from the depths of the abyss area, formed in an instant... and flew down.
Thunderbolts are flying, and it is impossible to tell the truth from the truth!
This is no longer a feeling on the physical side, but an offensive technique on the mental side.
Especially, very familiar.
It was so similar to the method used by the mysterious strong man who resisted her and Malen's joint efforts to destroy Gong Qi's physical body on Tancheng Island!
"There is only one truth." Words that couldn't tell whether they were mocking or joking flowed out of the hood.
"Does it look like it?" The blood demon suddenly appeared from the side, "Did you also notice the card that was played just now? Old Man Miqi's painting materials and Ronan's handwriting, combined, must be similar!"
Under the hood, Constance frowned. Apparently the blood demon didn't want her to study too thoroughly, so he intervened and forcibly changed the topic.
If the blood demon is really shameless, there are really not many people in the world who can do anything to defeat him: "I was just thinking that if I don't have new cards this year, I will have two sets when they come out! One is a limited edition, and the other is a replica. For the commemorative edition, the former requires the most recent ranking, while the latter requires no changes to the existing ranking as a commemoration of the previous era..."
Few people present were interested in the ideas promoted by the blood demon. However, as a person involved, Wang Yong, who was deeply concerned about the results and the process, recalled the details and asked from afar:
"That thing can emit power similar to the original body? Mobilize, reflect or imitate?"
The blood demon said "uh" and didn't react for a moment, but there was no need to respond later. After only half a second, the people at the poolside bar almost all reacted in sequence.
At the level of spiritual and material interference that they can reach, there are obvious distortion ripples, which come from nothing and roll out an extra field from the originally relatively smooth void structure.
It's like a flower that blooms in an instant and then withers quickly, but the temporary space to expand and bloom is enough to spit out a bunch of people and let them return to this normal world.
No one died?
The distance is a bit far...it doesn't matter.
Except for old Els, who had his head blown off, no one among the extraordinary beings present was particularly interested in these unlucky experiments. Even if it was for some additional purpose, looking at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face, it would not be possible to immediately offend the young and energetic Mr. Luo.
More importantly, those people were sent hundreds of meters away, and the core energy machine belonging to Ronan appeared in the clouds above the poolside bar...
Everyone turned their attention in unison, and saw a cloud of rich water vapor, which seemed to be pulled down by the strong sea breeze, and then rolled up and transformed into a shape, just like a Chinese artist splashing ink to paint. At first sight, it felt its shape, but also felt its spirit.
It was Ronan.
However, this method of shaping also shows some flying spirit that is freed from the constraints of figuration. It seems to be distant and looming, which is quite different from the earlier times.
"Brother!" The blood demon shouted.
Ronan did not respond. In fact, he ignored the seven extraordinary species here for the time being. Instead, he directly gave orders to someone on the side:
"Dr. Bai, you can finish the work with the blood donors. I asked Sister Yingying to go there and help."
Bai Xinyan followed Bai Xinyan to the swimming pool deck. She didn't ask for details, and there was no need to ask. She just needed to be aware of it:
If she doesn't do it well, she will suffer the consequences!
Bai Xinyan bowed slightly and immediately left the deck.
At this time, Ronan apologized to these extraordinary beings: "I'm sorry, the previous water vapor avatar was broken up. It's difficult to reassemble it and it will take some time. It's not convenient to communicate now. You guys go first chat……"
That's fine with everyone else. No matter what reason Ronan comes up with, just treat it as true. Only Black Lion was the first to choose a seat and sat down with his arms stretched out. At this time, he burst in with a haha:
"Stonehead doesn't care about this... You don't have to go out of your way to let them down the steps. They've already broken their legs. Who are you pretending to show?"
Wang Yong, who was accustomed to standing in the corner, tilted his head towards Black Lion, unable to see clearly what he was looking at behind his sunglasses.
Turge didn't seem to hear anything at all. He stood not far from Takar, observing quietly, not getting bored no matter what.
Ronan didn't react to what the Black Lion said. Regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not, the incomplete body floated directly to the center of the swimming pool and distanced itself from everyone on the side of the pool.
At the moment he was hovering, the water below surged, multiple slender limbs stirred the water, and a bull's head rose and fell in the water, screaming:
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!
