Chapter 1215: Across Thunder Pond (Part 1)

"Ms. Moura?" Sun Jiayi did not dodge, but asked tentatively.
Her breathing became deeper, and she seemed to be intoxicated by the smell of perfume on the side of her neck, even sticking out her tongue to lick her food.
However, the obviously soft tongue is as sharp as a knife at this moment, and it breaks the skin and sees blood in just one shot.
Fortunately, the other party flexibly bypassed the cervical aorta. After that, Sun Jiayi still smelled the unique smell of two similar and different odors mixed together.
But this time, she became more and more convinced that the identity of the person behind her was now. So she asked softly:
"Ms. Murrah, are you okay?"
"Look at this question of gloating." Moura whispered like a lover, so that the relatively weird content was softened.
It was in this process that Sun Jiayi could clearly feel that the blood loss from the wound on her neck was accelerating.
Mera was sucking blood, like a vampire hiding in the dark.
Once again hurt here in Mera.
This time, the pressure from the rear didn't seem to be enough. But Sun Jiayi still did not resist, just stood there quietly, still quietly obedient, and behaved exactly the same as when she was almost heartbroken last time.
"I really don't know what kind of person it is. I am impressed by the quality of food you cultivated."
After sucking the blood, Mera's breathing became softer and lighter, and the initial turbulent state of unconsciously increasing the frequency of internal and external exchanges began to calm down.
Then, Mo La pulled a little distance from her, and gave Sun Jiayi a little push from the back to let Sun Jiayi walk into the house.
The minimalist and transparent large flat floor, with a large number of glass curtain walls on the periphery, seems to be able to absorb a little moonlight even in the middle of the night, showing the outline of the house furnishings.
Moura walked in front of her naturally, stretched her waist by the way, and asked in the tone of a normal guest:
"When is the call?"
"It will take about 5 to 10 minutes, sorry because of the line..."
Sun Jiayi followed behind Murat, and her voice suddenly paused.
Because at this time, she smelled a very obvious burnt smell, and soon saw this large flat entertainment area, the virtual command room that was abnormally opened, broken, and even suffered a small fire. .
"Ms. Murrah?"
"It can be credited to my account, but I suggest you ask Ouyang Chen to ask for it, it's too cheating!"
"what?"
"Obviously it is a surprisingly beautiful breathing rhythm, but because of the untimely overload of the Lingbo net, it turned into a disaster... It caused me to make mistakes in imitating, which is too much."
Sun Jiayi was sure that she had heard Moura's statement completely, but she was not sure what she understood.
She is also watching the live broadcast tonight.
In fact, because the portable device is not affected by the power outage, the surrounding signal towers can also support it, and now there is an area on her retina that displays the live broadcast.
What about Ruiwen, those two swords?
What does imitation mean?
Sun Jiayi's thoughts are a bit erratic, and Moura's words are only worse: "Have you ever thought of running away?"
"what?"
"Have you not had enough days under house arrest like this? Although it seems that the activities are not restricted, you are still the person in charge of this club, and you can earn a generous monthly salary, but it is like an NPC with defined functions-you Can you accept such a day?"
"Ms. Murat..."
"Don't worry, there is a power outage here, and the most important thing is that Lingbo.com is also overloaded. Because of that little Ruiwen, everyone is in embarrassment. This is a good opportunity to run away."
"I didn't..."
"You didn't receive the instruction to escape, did you?" Moura stepped forward again, and reached out to stroke Sun Jiayi's cheek, "Which is the boss behind you while you are relatively safe now, you are not going to tell me?"
"I'm employed by the Star Club..."
Mera interrupted directly: "Understood, remember, you rejected me once, and again, you have to pay a price!"
Sun Jiayi leaned slightly, but heard Moura coughing twice, after thinking about it, she asked the question again:
"Ms. Murat, how are you?"
This time, Mera responded positively. In fact, she was even a little excited: "It is not easy at all to remain active and possible. It is always necessary to walk between active and collapsed. The last one did this. My instructor, but he played off.
"But it's worth it. Especially tonight, I'm very convinced of this... Oh yeah, forget it, I go to bed, and before I wake up, the new virtual command cabin must be installed."
"Are you not going to watch the live broadcast anymore?"
"No immersion, no live broadcast."
Moura waved her hand and headed towards the bedroom without looking back.
Halfway through, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, recently you have made more supplements. The cultivation speed of Haiqinghua should be accelerated, and it will be used soon."
Sun Jiayi was expressionless and leaned silently.
When she straightened her back, she reached out and touched her neck again. The next finger is not the new wound that has begun to heal, but the very cool small area in the middle of the back of the neck spine.
The moonlight from the outside came over, and there was clearly a halo of fluorescent light-through the glass on the side, you can vaguely see the shape of the petals that are expanding.
Sun Jiayi adjusted his breathing and walked out of the room.
For a capable person, cultivating sea green flowers does not have any obvious sequelae except that it consumes energy and nutrition.
Even if it does, it will only happen after "improper transplantation".
But this is against her free will after all, and the matter itself has little to do with her. Tracing back to the source, it was mostly Merah's calculations against Ronan or some surrounding people.
She can be regarded as a standard fish panic.
But what can be done?
Sun Jiayi's attention returned to the live broadcast screen. At this time, the problem of "Lingbo network overload" mentioned by Mera was completely invisible, and the screen was very natural and smooth.
It is also at this moment that the core figure of most major events in the world in recent times, Mr. Ronan, who set off a storm wherever he stands, enters the camera under the gaze of many viewers influenced by his excitement.
The way Ronan came here was no different from the others on the beach. But when he appeared in front of people, everyone on the beach lowered their heads subconsciously to show their awe of this powerful figure who dominated their life and death.
Ronan didn't care much, he paced over, and naturally approached the most densely populated area on the beach at present, that is, the lying area around Mr. Song.
"Today's affairs are almost over, everyone."
This seemingly polite but natural tone can really dampen one's self-esteem.
Long Qi complained in his heart.
At this time, he noticed that Mr. Song, who was originally in a coma, seemed to be extremely sensitive to Ronan's voice, his body twitched a few times, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
But unfortunately, it happened to meet Ronan's gaze on his side.
Even if he was lying on the ground, Mr. Song had an obvious reaction of shrinking back. As a result, the back of his head collided with the gravel on the wet beach, and his face was distorted with pain.
At this time, Ronan said again: "I will compensate you if the actions tonight caused losses to you. Mr. Song..."
Mr. Song's face turned pale when he was called first. Immediately afterwards, he saw Ronan stretch out his hand to him, aiming directly at his forehead.
Of course Song always wanted to hide, but at this time he lost all the ability and courage to act.
Soon, Ronan's finger touched his forehead.
Mr. Song vaguely felt as if he had had a similar experience, but not very consistent.
Ronan's finger just swept over his forehead and swiped it with his fingertips. Except for making the position of his hairline slightly itchy, it seemed that there was no more...
Mr. Song's thoughts suddenly became blank for an instant, and his attention was abnormally focused on a certain point on the hairline in the next second, so that the most detailed perceptions were clearly reflected in his mind.
It should be a piece of hair swaying in the wind at the front of his forehead. The root of the hair just inserted into his scalp, and it has an extraordinary weight, and a warm feeling permeates from there all the time...
President Song subconsciously reached out and touched it, and gradually recovered his level of thinking and memory, then quickly reasoned out the nature and meaning of that hair:
The hair that originally belonged to him, after Ronan's processing, has incredible power and rules-it can ignite the furnace of the human body and become a burner!
Ronan called it a "game skin", and it has indeed been transformed into a lifelike "prop" figure!
He was driven by this set of game skins...Wait, the ones that have been unplugged, can they be transplanted back?
Ronan's voice was heard in the ear: "My compensation is this hair."
Who wants your hair!
Hey? The hair is originally mine...
At the time when Mr. Song's brain was confused, Ronan continued to penetrate his brain: "You can use it for yourself, or you can use it to replace anything with anyone and at will. I don't interfere."
"I……"
At this time, Wen Huilan, who has been out of the business since her return, suddenly said: "Wai Xing is willing to provide a fund that matches it, and Mr. Song..."
"President Song, the congregation has already bought the cargo." Cui Da's response was unexpected, and he rushed to Wen Huilan to express his attitude.
This expression is actually slightly out of line with the identity of his escort.
Xu Er next to him was surprised.
And under the surprised gaze of his companion, Cui Da continued to speak, his voice calm and calm, and finally there was even a long and lingering illusion that seemed to echo from afar:
"If Mr. Song needs to be replaced, the other end of the balance should be included in priority to the parties that have signed the agreement."
Wen Huilan frowned for a moment, but when this strange tone gradually emerged from Cui Da's throat, she lowered her head again and stopped talking.
On the contrary, Cui Da took another step forward. This pace is absolutely different from his usual rhythm, and even the body shape reflected in people's eyes has changed significantly.
Then he said, "Hello, Professor Luo, I met again."