This is the end of Stupid Sha's future adoption.

Zhang Yingying showed a bright smile again, as if she had erased all her concerns, and ran to the edge of the formatting field to cheer for Stupid Sha loudly.

Because of the scene just now, the live broadcast viewers around the world seem to have some rumors and rumors, which are nothing to Zhang Yingying and Ronan.

Well, Ronan didn't know at all.

His mind was entirely on Zeolite Beach. In the following period, he not only had to realize his experimental design and goals, but also accepted Zhang Yingying's request...... Although the task has increased, he does not feel bitter or feel that it is an additional burden.

And that's exactly what happened.

In the sense of metaconfiguration, there is no fundamental conflict between the experimental steps he will do next and helping the soul of "Stupid Sand" to get out of the body.

The two are inherently closely related.

At most, it is the stupid sand, a born guinea pig, who was booked as a "son", and then he needs to be careful, don't use his hands and crush him directly.

Remember.

Ronan emphasized it several times in his heart, and also went to see the stupid sand.

Unlike Zhang Yingying's purely emotional attention, what is presented in Ronan's eyes is never a simple individual or an "ant colony", but more like a specific role in the play he directs.

Before the label of "Zhang Yingying's own son" was attached, there was already a very specific positioning.

It's not just stupid sand, on Zeolite Beach, all existences except Zhang Yingying are no exception.

At this time, it was about 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the speed of time seemed to be getting faster and faster.

Fortunately, in Ronan's perception, the order on Zeolite Beach is also continuing to accelerate according to the book he originally designed.

With Shi Xinhe as the center, more than 30 "experimental equipment" are scattered in various locations on the beach, occupying the largest area, and the supplemented slicing instruments are like hundreds of clips, sandwiching the void and split curtain above their heads into a whole.

Ronan knew that Shi Xin and their wish was to break away from all slicers and still be able to make the non-movement-constrained formatting field exist normally.

But unfortunately, it is basically impossible for them to reach this level.

It's not that Ronan has reservations, it's that they don't understand what kind of environmental state this sandy terrain created by Ronan represents.

If you haven't personally participated in that dream, haven't lived, fought, or struggled in that environment, you're destined to be separated by a cognitive barrier that can't be broken. Not to mention, the other two blocks that form a state of confrontation with them are still hidden complex reserved space.

So they had already trampled on many ravines and piles of sand that Ronan had dug with his own hands, without knowing it; That's why they play the game of chasing me and running away with Stupid Sand, and they never thought of chasing and intercepting, rejecting and destroying.

Ronan didn't mind, and he didn't bother to tell more about the stressful, unique, and magical experience. Some links are destined to be unable to fake others, and must go through their own hands, and they can only go through their own hands.

He made a rough estimate and walked slowly towards the "formatting field" on the beach.

Everyone on the beach, as well as the live broadcast audience staring at these beaches, even after three or four hours of long-term indoctrination and torture, are still very sensitive and suddenly nervous.

Zhang Yingying, who was dedicated to cheering for her own son, also subconsciously gave a shot.

Ronan took the opportunity to nod at her: "Be careful, stay away......"

MD, are you going to make a big move?

Ronan walked the way through the vicinity of Hood. The captain of the most powerful operation on the beach and the most advanced movement implanted in the movement couldn't help but have a twitch in his heart.

At this time, Hood, according to Ronan's arrangement, had completely become an excellent "valve", assisting the "main axis" Shi Xinhe, adjusting the ups and downs of the qi energy of more than 30 burners, so that it could build a rigorous and free field in this not very vast area.

He thought that he had done a relatively good job, compared to the trembling Shi Xinhe, he had been able to move freely in the formatting field, find some key nodes, and make predictive adjustments. It can even restart the tasks delivered by the laboratory, continuously transmit various monitoring and sensing data, and assist the other side to conduct some covert tests remotely.

But when Ronan walked past him, Hood couldn't help but get excited, and straightened himself up, maintaining the most standard and stiff posture.

Ronan ignored him, and just waved his hand at Zhang Yingying from afar: "...... Leave the stupid sand alone, it's useful. ”

This reminded Hood of his earlier realizations: everyone on the beach, including everything, was designed by the one who had just walked by...... Now, it's finally time to get started?

Uh, wait.

Hood's heart flashed with distractions, and only then did he realize that Ronan had already entered! This person has already entered the scope of the "format field", and there is no trace of the format fire on his body, like a tourist walking on the beach, his eyes casually passing over various positions.

There are few people to see, but there are many "scenery".

Hood is not surprised by Ronan's ability to get in and out freely, after all, this is what someone has created, and the hundreds of dividers buzzing and floating above his head are a symbol of people's strength. It's just that he is currently in charge of surveillance, and one of the most important ones is to keep a record of Ronan's status when he is in close contact with the formatting field, so that he can study it in the future.

He subconsciously followed, but as soon as he took a step, he felt reckless......

Sure enough, Ronan in front of him stopped and turned his head to look.

Hood was embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Ronan nodded: "Come here, there is something to arrange." ”

“…… Ah, okay. Hood didn't have the courage to refuse, and took two steps closer to Ronan.

Ronan didn't give a direct order, but turned his head and walked forward, unhurriedly, looking in the direction, as if he was going to the edge of the beach near the land. There was a sports car parked there, as if it belonged to Meng Chong of the Bloodflame Order.

That guy has been gone for a few hours, and he doesn't know what to do, and isn't there still a "meeting" between the two sides when he turns around?

Ronan: What is this for? Shake people?

Hood's thoughts fluctuated, but he couldn't grasp the point, and he was hoping for a clear indication from the dedicated communication channel. But it seems that they are also worried that Ronan will find out, and they have entered a state of silence.

It wasn't until he got to the front of the sports car that Ronan stopped.

Ronan stopped, and Hood stopped. He was also sharp-eyed, and noticed that on the sand below the sports car, there was obviously a large circle, unconventional, enclosing the whole car inside, and no area protruding from it.

"Bee ...... Old camp. ”

The words in front were a little vague, and Ronan stood outside the circle and pointed at the car: "It may be messy on the beach for a while, but it may not be so messy, but no matter what, you must not let any shock wave enter this circle and hurt this car." ”

You're still going to be a demon!

You can tell the "main axis" about this.

Hood's first two thoughts were this, and this was also his root cause of recklessness. The problem is that he behaves outside, and he only nods obediently, and at the end it is still insufficient, and repeats:

"This is the old camp, and we will never let any shock wave enter the circle and hurt the sports car."

Ronan nodded, turned around, and looked in the direction of the sea.

Hood also learned from him to turn around, and from this position, the entire sandy beach could be seen in an unobstructed manner.

Hood reaffirmed that the overall layout of the beach must have been deliberately planned. The Deep Blue Walker Experimental Machine, which is unknown how many generations behind, stopped at the end of the beach, and its position happened to be the direction in which the front of the sports car was pointing, and the two formed a central axis, dividing the beach into two halves.

In addition, there are some undulating sand piles and ravines, which should not be fiddled with casually, and their staggered distribution has a sense of hierarchy and constitutes a more detailed layout structure.

As for the mystery, he couldn't see it for a while, so he could only record it as much as possible and send it to the rear for analysis and interpretation.

But the problem now is that the originally neat layout has become extremely messy because of the current dozens of burners.

Next, do you want me to pile up sand?

Hood didn't have anything to dislike about it, and it would be nice if he could take the opportunity to master some key structures and technologies.

After waiting for a while, Ronan did not give a similar order, but remembered another thing, adding:

"Stupid sand crosses the line, and it doesn't work."

"Huh?"

Hood was at a loss, following Ronan's line of sight, and also looked at the "stupid sand" that was still nearly a hundred meters away. At that speed, the anchor direction has not changed, and it will take an hour to force the march over.

Is this a mockery?

"Oh, it won't be able to crawl for a while, but there's a limit ahead."

Ronan's voice fell, and in the offshore area of the beach, about thirty meters away from the exoskeleton of the Deep Blue Walker by the sea, there was suddenly an invisible force, and part of the sand surface slowly sank, revealing a ravine about ten meters long, half a meter deep, and about a palm's width, which was perpendicular to the "central axis" composed of sports cars and exoskeletons.

It happened to be a relatively densely populated area, with a few burners nearby, adjusting their positions to fit the formatting area.

Suddenly, one of them was too nervous, his qi was misaligned, and he was tragically attacked by the realm and the arc of light, and the others around him were also affected, bursting out with a dazzling bright light.

No matter what, Hood also has a "valve" function, although there is no direct subordinate over there, but it also makes him look unrecognizable, and subconsciously said:

"Professor Luo, don't blame it, these cowards are just undertrained. I ......"

"I didn't expect you to have a particularly high level, and time doesn't allow it."

Hood vaguely remembered that Ronan had plans to board the ship at three or four o'clock in the afternoon and leave Ticheng. So......

Phew, what the hell do you care!