Under Ronan's gaze, Mo La behaved like a pushy salesman: "Look, in addition to what you already know, I can also provide you with some information, some of which you don't know, and some of which Teacher Xiu doesn't know either - such as Some questions about his daughter.
"There are still some things that, except for me, no one you can find at this stage knows about them, related to..."
She didn't say anything later, but her gaze shifted at this moment. Looking at where it landed, it was clearly pointed at Rui Wen, who had always remained silent.
Mo La's gaze was not concealed, Moya subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold Ruiwen's shoulder, her brows furrowed.
"So, do you mind if I have more freedom here? I want to expand my social circle and find a few friends. Later, we can discuss the exchange of information..."
Ronan shook his head at this moment: "I can't afford the 'degree of freedom' in your concept, and I don't like it either."
No matter who it is, they will not like the forced buying and selling behavior of making a random offer and clinking glasses to seal the deal.
With a relationship like Xiu Shen Yu, Mo La could have been more tactful. Ronan believed that because she came to interact so frequently, she must have something to ask for. The fact that she chose to use this method only shows that she is unreasonable.
Or maybe what she "asked for" was extremely excessive.
Before she could speak again, Ronan got there first, but the topic seemed to go off the rails: "There is a common sense you should know."
"uh-huh?"
"Human thinking and memory are material before they are completely freed from the physical foundation. Information on the material level is actually easier to grasp than the spiritual level."
"This conclusion..."
"What I mean is that even if you break them temporarily, as long as you master the 'Ji Gang', you can still fight back - you are a professional in this, so you should know."
"Hey, fellow siblings, aren't you so ruthless?"
The corners of Mo La's lips raised, and she reached out to poke Ronan's chest.
This is a gesture that looks like a kiss, and it goes well with the "senior sister and brother" relationship she has just developed...
However, halfway through, Ronan had already grasped her finger and responded casually:
"Try me."
"Tsk!"
Mo La smacked her lips and looked at Ronan, but she couldn't be sure of the true thoughts of the young man in front of her. It felt like a "joke", but even she felt vaguely:
This method seems interesting?
Moreover, the look in Ronan's direction...
The next second, Mo La laughed out loud: "That's terrible! So, junior brother, I understand what you mean... The communication failed this time, try again next time."
As she spoke, the glass behind her rippled like water waves.
This unnatural phenomenon must have the effect of special abilities, and it immediately caused Ronan's stress reaction - Moya and others were so close, there was no way he would give up the opportunity!
With a "click" sound, Mo La's finger, which was held by Ronan, was broken again, and this time, it was broken off at the root and separated from the body.
"Give it to you as a souvenir."
Mo La let out an extraordinarily high-pitched laugh. The flesh and blood on the severed finger were separated, and the blood shimmered like a drop of blood. Halfway through, it burst into thin blood mist. Regardless of the form change, it was an opportunity to interfere with the storm in the abyss area, so that the severed finger that Ronan pinched was like a miniature bomb, only half of it, and its power should not be underestimated.
The blood mist was still filling the air, but the surrounding air was completely solidified.
At this time, the exclamations that were stimulated by the bloody scene were heard, but they all lost the subsequent vibration waveform and became incoherent.
Earlier, Mo La's body suddenly leaned back and had "melted" into the glass.
The curtain wall was like waves passing through water - for a moment, everyone saw her passing through and flying down the upper edge of the studio.
Of course, in the still busy studio, the staff and the guests who had not left were shocked by this sudden "beauty from heaven".
Mo La landed smoothly, then walked quickly to the studio area with light steps. He also stretched out his newly amputated palm and shook hands with the "paranoid blue-collar man":
"It's not easy...it will be even more difficult later. Are you ready?"
The man was angry, but in a state of great consternation, he seemed at a loss.
After completing this action, Mo La looked back; on the upper platform, across the glass curtain wall, Ronan was also watching her.
The next second, Mo La waved his bleeding palm and walked away from the exit of the studio.
Her long fingers were still in Ronan's palm.
Ronan turned his palm over and spread it flat, and the severed finger exploded with a roar in the unstable blood energy, but the flame was limited to a small area and was difficult to affect.
"Put it through?"
To be able to ask this question at this time, Yang Zhou was already extremely out of character. The position he was in happened to be next to the glass curtain wall. He subconsciously stretched out his hand. The curtain wall was stressed and suddenly opened numerous ice cracks. Under the protection of the outer membrane, although it did not explode, it could no longer support it and collapsed suddenly.
There were screams from below again, but at least no one was hurt.
"Ronan!" In order to avoid causing trouble for Ronan, Moya had been deliberately staying out of the matter, but now she had to ask.
Ronan smiled at her and looked down at the burning severed finger: "She is not afraid of 'subtraction', so she just uses 'addition'. But she lives by 'addition'... It's really troublesome."
When Ronan had a headache, Mo La had just walked out of the studio.
It was only then that Ronan's will and the "long rope" from the clouds truly distanced themselves from her. Also keeping a polite distance is the sniffer of Lingbo.com.
The two extraordinary people in Xia City have not completely broken up with her yet.
Mo La didn't care about this.
The mutilated palm flexed and stretched twice, and in the process, new fingers appeared from scratch, and against the blood of the original wound, they recovered as before...
No, it's different.
And it was extremely "different" from what she knew!
The newly grown slender green-white fingers were trembling slightly, and together with her palms and arms... they were clearly echoing the "long ropes" in the clouds that had kept their distance.
Ronan, the experimental dog!
"Tsk, trouble!"
If you keep doing this, you will definitely lose it one day.
What should I do, format it?
Even if it's formatting...
Mo La let out an inexplicable "ha" laugh, and in the middle of the laughter, he held the finger with his other hand, and with another force, blood splattered, and he forced it off again.
This was a public place, and a woman who unfortunately witnessed this scene screamed on the spot, attracting the attention of passers-by who didn't know what happened.
Mo La pouted at the lady, held the still twitching severed finger, and left calmly, but after a few steps, the pace became faster and faster.
He walked in a hurry, but still had the habitual smile on his face:
Where is my save...?
"That one also seems to have a rejection reaction...the mutations caused by the energy-carrying observation will also cause trouble to her."
"Gift" Mo La left, Ronan had no intention of starting another battle. I was silently meditating on the edge of the empty visiting corridor that once had a glass curtain wall.
No one bothered him. Jia in the studio
Guests and staff also looked over, but they couldn't see much due to the complex structure of the ceiling.
It wasn't until the belated security guard rushed up shouting that Ronan turned around and asked Rui Wen: "How is it? Is it okay? I mean this show..."
This can be considered a return to the topic.
Ronan looked like nothing happened before.
Ruiwen was really cooperative and nodded gently.
Ronan breathed a sigh of relief: "ZM doesn't work. It's okay to use this program to increase the appearance rate."
Mr. Rupert, the CEO of ZM next to him, opened his mouth to say something, but Zhu Qinghuang stopped him with a look.
Ronan saw it all and didn't mind. He turned to Yang Zhou and said, "Ruiwen has no objection. We can consider signing the contract. Of course, we can only sign a letter of intent this afternoon, and we also need parents to sign."
Moya raised her hand: "Send me the text of the agreement and I will forward it to my parents."
Everything was normal, just like a smooth on-site visit and signing process. Of course, everyone must ignore the entire collapsed glass curtain wall and the messy studio below.
As a strong advocate of this program, Yang Zhou was a little confused. He subconsciously glanced at Zhu Qinghuang, but was unable to get any effective information from the old fox.
His eyes turned to Ji Shang, one of the main planners of this show, and he could only give him a wish-for-blessing expression.
Ronan still didn't mind Yang Zhou's obviously withdrawn attitude. Just at this time, someone sent another message, this time it was President Ouyang.
The extraordinary level of confrontation and conflict in the Xiacheng area cannot escape the induction of the Lingbo Network. President Ouyang had the momentum to intervene before, but that was to help the relatives rather than to deal with the situation; now instead of starting a fight, he wants to have a good talk.
Ronan's solution to this problem is: "The discussion here is almost over. I will go to the branch soon to meet and chat."
Successfully blocked President Ouyang's words.
But there was little point in Ronan staying here. He also turned his attention to Zhu Qinghuang: "Mr. Chairman, thank you for your hospitality. I hope we can use this program to do something meaningful. So... "
Zhu Qinghuang agreed with a smile, but looked at Rupert in a seductive way.
The CEO of ZM was like a backdrop throughout the entire process, but now, as if driven by his eyes, or perhaps prepared, he stepped forward, put on a smile, and at this seemingly inappropriate time, asked:
"Mr. Luo, I heard that the foundation under your name recently received a donation. Are you interested in making some value-preserving investments in the media?"
"Um?"
"...such as ZM's stocks?"
Looking at Rupert's extremely sincere smile, what Ronan was thinking about at this moment was the various news reports that Zhugan routinely posted in the friend group in the morning. There seems to be one in there that says "ZM's crash-like stock price curve"
Enter now...
Although Ronan's knowledge of related fields is almost zero, considering the related background, he can't help but wonder:
Who gave them such a crazy idea?
"Of course it's me...the investor."
As soon as Ronan arrived at Shang Ding Building where the branch was located, he told Ouyang Chen and His Majesty Emperor Wu about the previous events as a joke.
Unexpectedly, the answer came immediately.
Ronan cast his gaze in astonishment, just in time to see the cover of the scroll in His Majesty's hand.
This is the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma.
Hmm, I seem to have seen a similar scene somewhere.
