"Really the Creator?" Ronan was surprised, "This tone is big enough, is it a world order?" ”

"That's the problem." Papercut shrugged, "I just searched, and there is no relevant intelligence in the database, neither the association nor the military and political department of Xia Cheng have any records of this." In other words, it is very likely that this is a new order, a new force that has not entered everyone's sight...... You don't consult the secretary about this new information? ”

Ronan blinked: "Sister Yueyin? Trouble her, this is rare? ”

Papercut nodded: "The new church has been so regular since it came up, and it is indeed very rare." In fact, over the years, there have been very few Protestant orders themselves, after all, the coverage area of the inner world has become larger and larger, you know. ”

Ronan does understand. As the influence of the inner world on the modern society grows, their ability to discover and cultivate talents is enough to minimize the existence of "lost pearls".

Under such circumstances, a very mature "Protestant Order" suddenly popped up from the crack in the stone, and it was impossible not to consider a more "conservative" direction.

Ronan was going to contact He Yueyin, but after thinking about it, it was best to show her the magic array, which could be regarded as a reference. He tried to communicate with Du Yong: "Can you make a copy of the magic array file?" ”

"No problem." Du Yong was so cheerful that it was suspicious.

Xie Junping added an explanation: "According to the mentor, the matter of Qiling should be based on the wisdom of all parties and the help of friends to get the best solution. You don't have to engage in those mysterious and self-cherishing actions. ”

It looks like an enlightened order!

Ronan glanced at the papercut, and the latter asked seemingly casually: "The tutor who introduced you to the beginning, it is inconvenient for Fang to introduce it, maybe you know it." ”

Xie Junping was really frank to a certain point, and he didn't even stumble: "His surname is Wan, we all call him Dean Wan, and he works in a welfare home in Linqiang District, and he has real skills." ”

This kind of information acquisition is simply not a sense of accomplishment.

Ronan was shaking his head when a flash of inspiration flashed and a picture appeared in his mind. It was last week, when he was engaged in an outsourced reconnaissance business, that he controlled the ink to detect the memories of the forest wall area. He had met there a man of ability, who had the intention of preaching and preaching, and the children from far away in the Sanzha district had come to listen to the lecture.

Could it be the one?

It is not right to associate indiscriminately, but the overlap of factors such as missionary and forest wall areas will increase the probability by a few points. If it were him, that person's career would be a little bigger than he imagined.

This speculation, there is no hard evidence, and it is difficult to explain the special perspective of ultra-distant perception, Ronan did not say much to the paper-cutting, received the document transferred by Du Yong, and talked to He Yueyin through the six ears.

It's just that in the next second, it prompts that it is busy and not connected. This is not surprising, every night at eight or nine o'clock, it is one of the busiest times for He Yueyin, unless it is a super urgent event, it has to be placed in the back row in turn.

Ronan thought about it, and set up a temporary task, pulling He Yueyin, paper-cutting, as well as Xue Lei and Maoyan in, and then sent messages and documents to He Yueyin, which can be regarded as multi-party sharing.

Papercut glanced at it: "Oh, Yuntu, this is the most suitable mapping software for making a magic array." It doesn't seem like a particularly closed genre, which is perhaps good news. ”

Ronan noticed that the document displayed a clear icon: "Six ears can be read." ”

"Of course, this kind of practical function still needs to be integrated."

Ronan saw that Du Yong gritted his teeth at the read-only projection, but he was reluctant to copy the file to the computer anyway, and felt that this buddy's brain really had a problem, and sighed: "Forget it, use mine." ”

He directly docked the six ears with the projector, and did not have to switch, directly read and opened in the task window, set an open operation mode, removed the read-only limit, and everyone could operate.

He swiped it casually, leaving a clear mark on the magic circle, and it remained. The next moment I removed the scratches again. I tried it a few times and confirmed, "Now it's time to change." You can try to reminisce, find the feeling, and also let us see your thoughts. Rest assured, this ...... is always on the go"

Halfway through the words, Ronan rubbed his fingers, thoughtful.

The feeling of the light passing through was very interesting, and it also gave him a more direct feeling of the organization and way of the operation of the magic array's energy information, which made the already vague inspiration clear again, and his mind was immediately immersed in it.

Du Yong was skeptical at first, but soon he saw the tool window of the cloud map software, and his heart was filled with great joy at once. was about to operate, but saw that Mo Han and a few other little girls were also curiously trying to operate, he didn't want to think about it, so he shouted:

"Don't break the template."

This sound was already the limit of his reprimand, and Qiu Peipei, who had a quiet temperament, was the least courageous, so he took a step back in surprise and said sorry.

Mo Han was not afraid of him, and he was even more annoyed that he had startled his friend, and said disdainfully: "There is a rollback operation, what are you afraid of." ”

Du Yong was really shocked by the bad memory, and shook his head again and again, at such a time, he showed great rejection of all non-professionals.

With this kind of nervousness, you can't communicate at all. Papercut understood this very well, so he turned his head to look at a group of boys and girls: "You don't want to play, we are professionals...... Enthusiasts just discuss here. ”

Mo Han looked at him with wide eyes: "Hey, are you going to clear the field and drive people away?" ”

Of course, Papercut didn't bother with a little girl, so he turned his head and asked Ronan, "Otherwise, let's change places first." ”

He thinks that there are six ears, data migration and the like, no matter how simple it is, it can also logically separate people, and a lot of things are easy to say.

But when he turned his gaze, he saw Ronan staring at the magic array again, turning a deaf ear to his suggestion. In desperation, I had to bump it again.

"Huh? Oh wait. Ronan didn't come out so easily this time, and replied casually twice, his eyes still fixed on the magic array structure, and he reached out to touch it.

For this "fellow practitioner", Du Yong's tolerance is much higher, especially for that concentration, he likes it very much, and has some expectations, so he can't help asking: "Are you inspired?" ”

"Well, there's an idea. I think this magic array has less texture. ”

“…… Which one? ”

"Texture, material realism." Ronan also needs others to communicate with him, observing and organizing the language: "If the magic circle is regarded as a building, and the structure and lines are regarded as rooms and pipelines, this template of yours is more like a drawing state. No material, no filler. It's just a three-dimensional pattern. ”

What Ronan didn't say was that the magic array set up by Huang last time at least had a real medium, which was essentially a level higher than this.

It's not the fault of the plan, it's the gap between people.

And this gap is not in occult knowledge - Du Yong, as the former president of the Occult Research Society, is a cut above Huang who is not doing his job.

Then, it is very likely that it is the existence of the spiritual level of thought, desire, etc.

Ronan didn't continue this train of thought, he was not a follower of the Creation Order, and his desire to believe had nothing to do with him. He was more interested in other directions: could this "texture" be replaced by the power of the soul and the power of interference in another way, more explicitly?

Seeing Ronan's state, the paper-cutting is even more difficult to disturb.

A genius like Ronan sees the world as fundamentally different from others, and sees things from a very different angle and depth. The inspiration formed by such perspectives is very precious, and if it is destroyed, who is responsible?

After a hesitation, Tian Si next to him took the initiative to take on the task of scheduling: "Otherwise, let's go to Area A to play for a while." Senior Brother Ronan, the landlord, obviously deserves to be responsible, and I will entertain him, so as not to let him continue to lose the people of our Zhixing Academy. ”

"Wow, Sister Si is arrogant!" Tian Si's deliberate "derogatory" is obviously very effective in uniting the appetite of young men and women, and also minimizing their rejection.

On the other side, Hu Huaying was also not stupid, so he sang and harmonized with Tian Siyi: "I agree with Minister Tian's statement." These brains who study the occult are not normal, and if they don't get it right, they will make the younger students of the sixth middle school think that we are all suffering from hysteria in Zhixing Academy. It just so happens that there is a VIP room above, if you want to retreat or not, let's transfer our position, and leave it to them to toss here. ”

The allure of the VIP room is really more than that of the luxury box, and it is stronger than the public area of Area A.

Hu Huaying gave Tian Si a look, asked her to take care of it first, turned her head and went back to ask Xie Junping for permission. The VIP room was booked by Xie Junping, and a group of people wanted to go up to the VIP floor, and they couldn't do it without the corresponding permissions.

A group of boys and girls walked out the door, and Robbio whistled: "Ordinary bag, luxury bag, VIP room, it turns out that we are here to play upgrades today!" ”

Mo Peng salivated and nodded violently: "I've been looking forward to your beauties fighting and dancing for a long time." The light and shadow effect of the VIP room must be better, let's go back to the light and shadow costume design, dance costumes, sailor suits, stewardess suits or something, let's take turns to put them on. ”

"Color, you!"

Ruan Zihui kicked him, and Mo Peng grinned, slammed the door to escape. I didn't know that under the pull, the weight was wrong, tight and loose, Mo Peng used the wrong force, his body fell backwards one by one, and hit Robbio. The gate was also opened, and someone outside fell in and fell directly into the mud.

"Huh?"

"Who...... Yue Zheng! ”

Although the figure fell to the ground and struggled to get up, it was still recognized. At this time, Yue Zheng had a peripheral equipment, which already had an anti-collision function, but it was not painful, but it was too embarrassing.

Yue Zheng had all kinds of troubles tonight, just crawled out of the vomit, another dog gnawed on the mud, his chin hit the smooth floor, his mouth, teeth, and tongue were injured, and the evil fire in his stomach rushed to his head, and he got up and pushed Mo Peng:

"I'm CNM, you're hairy!"

Mo Peng was originally a little embarrassed, but he was scolded directly on his face, and his relatives were involved, and he immediately changed color. As for that push, it's nothing.

He wanted to scold back directly, but after all, he was more confident, so he sneered: "I still want to ask you, how does it feel to be hardened by the hand cannon in various positions?" ”

Yue Zheng's face turned pale and purple, the only rational string in his mind suddenly broke, and with another scolding, his fist swung up and smashed towards Mo Peng's face.

It happened in a hurry, and everyone relied on instinct. Mo Peng is slightly fat, but he is a solid and flexible fat man, who has been beaten on the real battlefield all the year round, so that his reaction speed is still above ordinary people. At this distance, he was short, and he didn't use his fists and feet, he directly came to the top of the bull, and his round head was connected to the angular tactical helmet, which was between Yue Zheng's chest and abdomen.

The legs, feet, waist and abdomen are hard, the impact is not small, Yue Zheng was already drunk, and after this impact, he almost vomited it again, and what was worse was that the balance was lost, and he went back to the front servant, and this time he fell backwards.

Fortunately, there is a place to lean in the back. When he stumbled under his feet, his shoulder pressed against someone's chest, and the back of his head collided with something semi-soft and not hard, and then he heard a muffled scream.

Later, there was a loud bang, and the support just now also fell back, and then there was cold and hot juice, and Yue Zheng was immediately stunned.

Ju Maoxun's indistinct hoarse and angry scolding sounded in his ears:

"I'm grass!"

Ju Maoxun lay on the ground, also a little dazed.

It stands to reason that Yue Zheng made a big fuss, which was beneficial to him, anyway, they were all students of the sixth middle school, and they were companions who came together, and it was the gang that made a real fuss, and it was the gang that made people embarrassed. He can watch the fire from the other side and put two mockery to take advantage.

This was one of the best results he could think of, even if Yue Zheng didn't make trouble, he wanted to pinch him in the back.

But how did it suddenly become like this?

After a brief moment of confusion, the feeling on his face finally had a realistic explanation:

Yue Zheng was pressed on it, and he was splashed all over his face by sticky juice, and the large glass of juice even smashed into his head. Of course, there is also the most painful nose bone, which made Yue Zheng hit the back of his head, and the bitter and fishy taste was mixed with the juice and flowed into the mouth, obviously seeing blood.

Ju Maoxun could have avoided it, and the Shueisha under his command, most of the time, still appeared as a fighting club, and his skills were quite good.

But the problem is that there are too many people behind him, two waiters serving wine and fruit plates, and two fox friends and dog friends brought in order to increase the momentum, the four of them are tightly blocked, no matter how good they are, they don't want to earn space.

Sure enough, it shouldn't have come!

was originally a relaxed and pleasant trip to slap his face, but he became the head of the gun in front, and that guy was not a person on the road with him!

So he landed in this field.

You must know that this is Area A of the Frost River Reality, which is one of the areas with the highest population density in the entire Xia City, especially here is Yundu Shuiyi, which is a large living area. Passing back and forth, there are players from several colleges and high schools around him, and there is a great overlap with his life circle, he falls here, his feet are on all fours, his nostrils are bleeding, his face is full of juice, and there seems to be flashing lights around him.

Not tomorrow, tonight, his dignity at this time will be spread to the forums of major universities......

This was Ju Maoxun's last sane thought.

The next moment, what kind of face-slapping design, all collapsed, Ju Maoxun roared and pushed away Yue Zheng, who was still in a state of confusion, struggled to get up, picked up the big glass of juice beside him, and smashed it towards the most densely populated place in front of him:

"I chopped you bastards!"

A dull thump sounded, followed by the screams of the girls.

In the piercing sound waves, Qiu Peipei fell backwards and fell into Mo Han's arms, blood gushing from his forehead. The juice glass fell to the ground, still not broken, and it was spinning.