In a practical sense, Ronan is a well-deserved focus of Zhan Ji's live broadcast room and the viewing show. It's just that for more than an hour before, he never thought of interacting with the audience of these two shows - this was not within the scope of his mission tonight, and His Majesty the Martial Emperor would not give him an extra point or two because of this.

But now that he had spoken, and he had spoken so naturally, this strong sense of interaction immediately caused the audience to set off another wave of flooding climax, and soon the participants in the rotunda were also involved.

I don't know who whistled at the scene, and he also made a weird tone: "This wave of dog food was spilled unexpectedly......"

The abrupt tone aroused a wave of laughter in the conference room, and then the atmosphere was really unbearable, even if you hadn't watched the show before, you had to make up for it temporarily, not to mention those who had been paying attention.

Zhang Yingying, a beautiful girl with vitality, is smart and generous, has a wide range of friends, and is quite popular in Xiacheng, and everyone knows that she can afford to joke, and she is not polite at the moment:

"Yingying, when did you start?"

"What logic, why is Yingying taking the initiative? Boss Luo, we support you! ”

"Isn't the point that under the age of sixteen should you start a few years?"

Zhang Yingying sat in the live broadcast area in the middle of the venue, her eyes blinked quickly a few times, and her cheeks, which were hot from being put in an embarrassing situation in front of her, couldn't ease up for a while.

She wanted to refute, but the old man in the outer sea said with a smile at this time: "Professor Luo, I am your supporter." Tens of thousands of people can testify, we have the same position, I agree with what you say, what is there to bet on? Of course, if you want to say that you are not satisfied with the gambling money, we can change our posture...... It's a joke anyway! ”

At this moment, the audience in various cities around the world has a similar evaluation in their hearts:

"A scumbag with no bottom line."

No matter how you say it, Ghost Eye Cheyi is also a super-mortal power, standing at the top of human evolution. Don't ask him to put up a shelf every day, and you can't lower his posture into the mud like this without limit!

"Che Yi is really enough for this old thing!"

On the side of the maintenance center, Gao Meng's face was wrinkled, and he was really worried that Ronan, a simple young man, would be thrown into the pit by the ghost eye in three or two circles: "Ouyang, we can't watch that guy smash the field." ”

Ouyang Chen carefully observed the data of the changes in the projection work area, and said without looking back: "Didn't he say that he agreed with Ronan's theory." ”

"Hey, that......"

"When it comes to fundamental points, farts can also be smashed."

"Huh?"

Gao Meng was stunned, and Ronan on the podium also spoke again, but he did not respond directly to the ghost eyes, but looked down at the voting system display in the venue, and immediately read out a few numbers:

“0154，0198…… 2446, read the 14 digits of the seat number, your blood ring has not passed. I have the intention of posting barrage on the Internet, and half of it has passed, and it will not be done until now. ”

Ronan's face was calm and serious, this situation should not have been, especially the "double link points" of the blood intent ring and the condensation ring that he was looking at had been docked and blended, in both theoretical and practical senses, his course was considered a success, and it was a time to reap the results. But because of the ghost eye's unbounded opening, which led to the appearance of flaws, who did he talk to?

Of course, a failure rate of 1% will not affect the construction of the group structure of the blood ring. It's just that he can score 100 points, but he was forced to score 99, which caused his obsessive-compulsive disorder to commit.

He turned the color of the electronic pen to blood red, circled the fourteen numbers, and then threw down the pen, propped his hand on the podium, and looked around the room.

In just two seconds, the laughter and agitation in the hall were silenced one after another, until they were empty.

The dense seating numbers presented in the work area, as well as the fourteen red circles precisely positioned on it, made the participants suddenly wake up to the fact that if according to the explanation of the "cage theory", Ronan is still "violating" the nearly 1,500 abilities present in an overwhelming way, and knows their spiritual dynamics very well.

Five seconds ago, the "one percent" who were named and marked were more or less still emotional, and it was not that no one wanted to hold their necks back. But now, in the face of the gaze projected from front to back, especially the cold eyes on the podium, the little rebellion they have is like a fire sweeping through the wasteland, all ashes.

At this moment, they want to bury their heads in the crotch of their pants, or simply hide under their chairs. Maybe you can breathe a little bit of moving air that way.

In the suddenly silent and oppressive atmosphere of the venue, Ronan spoke again: "These fourteen people ......"

People thought that Ronan was going to make persistent efforts and continue to scold, but they didn't expect that the direction of the second half of the paragraph suddenly flew hundreds of kilometers away: "These fourteen people were brushed off by your 'joke' of the ghost eye senior." Is this result different from your guess? If the deviation does exist...... Why can't you take a gamble? ”

Looking at the studio of the show, the ghost eyes still had a smile on his face, but his body leaned back, his eyes narrowed a little smaller, and the light in the gap cut through the live broadcast screen. Ronan's word "conjecture" made him a little concerned.

Ghosteye wanted to ask back: Did you guess it, or did you really find something?

In the round room, Ronan continued, "Bet on the one you guessed but didn't confirm yet. Is it a bet on 'yes' and 'no', or is it a time limit or something? ”

Ghost Eye's eyelids jumped, and at this moment he almost suspected that his "cage" had also been "violated". Although he didn't want to admit it, Ronan's statement did affect his choice.

His mind was racing, and the corners of his mouth curled exaggeratedly: "Gambling is just a game, purely for fun." So, if Professor Luo really wants to play, it's okay to add another gear. ”

The online and offline viewers are all restless at the moment: this is the tip of the needle, and it is really going to be done! Even if it's just a "bet pastime", but the genius boy in Xia Cheng is already about to put the transcendent species right?

Well, the scene a few days ago was not bad, but it was interrupted by His Majesty the Martial Emperor.

However, the global audience still overestimated the lower limit of the ghost eye, only to see this person twist on the back of the chair, strike a more comfortable pose, and then hold out a finger:

"Well, I always make sure the chips are equal before I can get on the table. Professor Luo, Brother Luo, although I support your remarks and am a staunch supporter of yours, are you ready to bet against a transcendent species—the gambling capital must be at the level of an extraordinary species. Frankly, it's hard for you. ”

While speaking, the ghost eye motioned to the camera in the studio to give him a close-up: "Oh, because I am a transcendent species, so a selfie is also a transcendent species, it's not okay to exchange your own photos, well, the Martial Emperor's can be considered." ”

The global boos gathered on the Internet, and the ghost eyes waited for the page to be turned over.

However, on the podium in the round conference room, Ronan nodded: "Transcendental-level ...... Count the things you wear. ”

"Huh?"