The situation in front of him made Takar want to die.

No, he never wanted to die...... But in the current situation, he really has a high probability that as a pond fish that died unjustly, he will be suffocated here.

Wang Yong, Takal is the only one who knows the transcendent species that some people have cultivated with all their might, and they seem to be the only one under the name of the LCRF.

This person is very young, about early thirties, and even if he has been repeatedly questioned because of problems such as personality independence and personal ownership, the transcendent species is the transcendent species, and it is not Thakar's turn to put his beak.

I'm really angry, I can't do anything about the main master, I want to be angry with others, whoever stands in front of me is unlucky.

Wang Yong's complexion was already weird, but now it is even more ugly.

Takar wanted to hide his body, but even in the suite with many macho men, his size was the most conspicuous, and the thoughts in his head could only be called imagination.

Fortunately, seeing that the defense line was broken through inexplicably, Instructor Wang Yong was stunned, he didn't bother to look at Takar and Bai Xinyan, quickly turned around and rushed into the bedroom.

Anyway, the two of them wouldn't make any further moves.

Indeed, Takar and Bai Xinyan were very well-behaved, standing honestly in place, exchanging glances with the "black suits" in the house and paying homage to each other.

By this time, Ronan's gaze had just finished roaming the blood donors, the pipe pipes, the transfusion receptors, the hubs, and the refining instruments that filled the bedroom.

He didn't stop in any position for long, and finally turned to Tu Ge's face: "Two or three transcendent species are circling around, meaningless consumption and waste, this is the legendary 'money ability'." ”

It can be seen, at least in the eyes of others, that the situation in this bedroom is just a conversation point for Ronan to communicate with others.

Tu Ge didn't cooperate much, maintained a calm attitude, and remained silent.

Ronan opened the conversation, and then he was very calm, he raised the pen and cloth in his hand, and shook it in front of Tuge's eyes: "Earlier, I promised Mr. Blood Demon to draw a batch of portraits of his magazine, about the transcendent species...... Of course, the other techniques are too time-consuming, and I am going to sketch them for him, hoping that he will accept them.

"The initial set is thirteen, but the problem is that the extraordinary species I have seen may not have so many ......"

Lie!

Ronan's voice reached the living room, and Takar couldn't help but pout.

How did you hear that almost all of them were against the level of the transcendent species?

The rest of the room was not interested in dwelling on this kind of detail, and Wang Yong, who entered the room later, fixed his eyes on the object in Ronan's hand.

If Ronan passed through the defensive line of the living room purely with the semi-nihilistic nature of the water vapor prosthesis, Wang Yong would admit it, but the problem is:

Ronan is holding the real thing in his hand, so the penetration just now really doesn't make sense!

To be precise, beyond common sense.

Wang Yong thought of a possibility in his heart.

"Is it a spatial fault? Twist? Space-time domain techniques? That's what he thinks, and that's what he asks.

"Laughing."

Ronan turned his face to look at him and smiled: "This is Instructor Wang Yong?" When we met for the first time, I took the liberty just now, well, I also asked, are you interested in participating? ”

“……”

Seeing that the bedroom was about to fall into an even more awkward atmosphere, the old Els, who was still half-sitting and half-lying on the bed, coughed lightly twice, very restrained, but it was enough for the people concerned to understand what he meant.

Wang Yong had a cold face and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Ronan, there are patients here, if there is nothing else, please leave." ”

"That's a promise?"

At Ronan's age, once he starts messing around, he really matches his temperament.

Tu Ge and Wang Yong are not good at talking, and their skills are not full, and they are usually okay, and the power of the transcendent species can run over most obstacles, but what they are encountering now is Ronan......

The situation is still super complicated.

The principals on both sides of the conflict have no intention of direct dialogue until now.

Ronan's mind is still unguessable for the time being.

But old Ells is obviously angry.

was broken into the bedroom by someone, and was deliberately ignored, this situation, who is angry! Old Ells was able to stabilize his posture and was already a first-class city.

After another half a second, Wang Yong replied stiffly: "This can be discussed again, and now there is a ...... being treated here."

"Treat whom? Transfusion, or blood donor? ”

Ronan looked around again at the extraordinarily cramped bedroom, which had been crammed into more than ten people. Nine donors and preparations, and one recipient. In his eyes, there are no secrets.

"If it is a blood supply, although these people are not good at walking, they are disturbed by external instruments in the central nervous system, and it is good to dismantle it; If it is said that it has been infected by aberration, it is now in the second phase, even if the individual state is unstable and tossed, it can be saved. As for this ......"

Ronan's gaze stopped on Wang Yong's face, and he only poked his thumb to the side, which was clearly what he was referring to: "His problem is not that he seems to be pure. The body is not about the 'soul information' that has been mechanically backed up, but about the terrible initial structural design...... I didn't sit upright from the womb, well, is it still between the two viviparous, tossing and turning, what's the point? ”

This is throwing the words in the face.

Wang Yong subconsciously glanced at the bed, and quickly turned his gaze and stared at Ronan: "Mr. Luo, the patient is in front, please be careful." ”

"Patients? It's not a cure, it's a life-sustaining ...... Not right either. ”

Ronan kept defining and changing his words, and at the same time let the special paintbrush swirl between his fingers, the standard juvenile frivolity, but anyone who knew him more deeply could see the contrived and even malicious elements in it.

"If you want me to say, this is neither a cure nor a continuation of life, but rather an investment. It's not an investment in industry, it's a venture capital.

"Investment in some areas is necessary, but investing in smart and empty resources can only be called extravagant and wasteful, and it is most appropriate to stop losses early. Of course, I'm not familiar with this business, so I'm just borrowing an analogy......"

The old Ells on the bed coughed again, this time he just cleared his throat, and then opened his mouth: "I am familiar with the field of venture capital, and we may be able to communicate with each other." ”

In anyone's opinion, this is an act of kindness by old Els on his own initiative, in order to break the deadlock of ignoring each other and enter a normal mode of communication.

But this also requires Ronan's cooperation.

Ronan did stop turning the pen and pinched the lower end of the brush with three fingers, exposing the jade-white barrel to everyone's sight.

Including Ronan himself.

He stared at the brush intently, and said something else: "Lifespan is probably the most conspicuous sign of the jump in life level, and it is probably one of the most popular directions.

"Someone once said to me: 'Cloth is like a pass, and the corpses are piled up like a mountain', and sacrifice is inevitable to cross the limit and seek fire.

"But if you just sit on the mountain of flesh and blood, watch others sacrifice, and throw away the melons and dates at will, and call it 'venture capital', it's not interesting.

"As the old saying goes: 'One husband is the key, ten thousand people are not open'. I don't want to put the power to open the limits of the human race into the hands of such people.

"What do you think, Mr. Tuge?"