Yin Le pinched a little and arrived at Ronan's rented studio.

Even if Ronan has not had a normal routine for several days, as long as she is a life secretary for a day, a job similar to "morning and dusk" must not be missed.

She first rang the intercom outside the workplace, but received no response, and then verified her fingerprint entry.

The lights in the workshop are on, and the light and shadow of the virtual workspace are changing, and Ronan is sitting behind the workbench, with one hand on his cheek, his body is fixed, presumably concentrating on his work.

But two steps forward, and a closer look, I found that the man had his eyes closed and his breath was long, and he actually fell asleep in this position.

It's a continuous work, I can't hold it.

Yin Le didn't dare to wake Ronan, but just scanned the workshop to see if there was any clutter that needed to be cleaned up. Well, that moving shelf didn't exist before, but now it's in the middle of the room, and it's very abrupt, it must have been something just placed......

Most of the "veterans" have been here.

Yin Le moved the mobile shelf to the corner and walked lightly to the workbench. She never dared to move the tools and instruments on the stage, so she could only clean up some small sundries and the like, and also took photos for positioning, so as not to be self-defeating and unable to recover if something went wrong.

At this moment, her eyes swept over the virtual workspace, and the picture she saw was very familiar—like a bottomless deep sea, or like a storm on the surface of the sea, thick and colorful, and chaotic in structure, but in fact, the two pictures were built on top of each other.

Two psychic diagrams.

Yin Le was convinced because she had seen Ronan's dismantling and integration, and most of the things she was busy with during this time also came from this.

With such complex and mysterious graphics, the changes in details are difficult for Yin Le to notice. However, she noticed that the image as a whole was regularly undulating and pulsating, as if the intertwined picture of the ocean was gradually seeping into the real world and becoming a physical existence.

Yin Le was taken aback, and she soon realized that it might just be an illusion. Because around the sleeping Ronan, there is a certain amount of distortion and refraction of light. If you look closely, it is clear that the air is fluctuating, so that it is an illusion.

Ronan wasn't resting...... It's a practice, isn't it? Do you want to be so desperate?

Yin Le involuntarily recalled the letter she had sent to Mrs. Halder, which had described her doubts and judgments:

Ronan, her new boss, is aiming far more than it should be. This forced him to never stop, but to seize every opportunity and opportunity to improve himself, stretched like a buzzing bowstring – perhaps a deadly arrow at any moment, but also a self-defeating one.

Yin Le sighed, his breath was still lingering between his lips and teeth, and there was a "bang" sound at the same time.

Behind the workbench, Ronan's chair suddenly disintegrated without warning. The wooden body and the cushions on the seat disintegrated into debris and fine pile, and some of the plastic and metal parts twisted and cracked, and at the same time, they were restrained by some kind of force, which wiped out the kinetic energy of the crash, and fell in a straight line, "bang-la-la" to the ground.

Yin Le was taken aback: "Sir! ”

As soon as the words came out, Yin Le himself felt that there were too many similar exclamations recently. But what can she do when the impact comes?

And this time, the call still had some effect, and Ronan opened his eyes at this moment. And his body, suspended in the air, remained in its original natural state, without even any ups and downs.

"Sir?" Yin Le greeted tentatively.

"Oh, you're here."

As if he had just woken up, Ronan hung in the air, stretched, and stretched his waist. However, his eyes are as bright as stars, how can he have the misty appearance of just waking up?

Yin Le was very curious about what Ronan was doing before, but he couldn't really ask, so he had to say step by step: "It's almost half past ten, sir, do you want to go back and take a rest?" ”

"Well, it's nothing to rest or not, I can't stay here for the time being, and I can't easily debug the instruments, maybe I have to start all over again."

“…… Is it? Yin Le responded, thinking of the fluctuating air around Ronan before.

Ronan didn't touch the ground, turned his body three times and two times, and then sat in the wheelchair next to the workbench again, and entered the "handicapped" mode of needing to be served.

In front of Yin Le's eyes, he was still engraved with his natural and wishful turn, without the slightest fireworks. It is not much more clever than the earliest situation when the electromagnetic configuration urged the body to hang in the air.

If you think about it, it's only two weeks apart, and this kind of progress is ......

Yin Le sighed silently, consciously went to the back of the wheelchair, and did what he should do. But as soon as he exerted his strength, the wheelchair was heavy and stagnant, and he didn't move at all.

What's wrong with that?

"I almost forgot, I can't take the car in this situation now, we can walk back."

"Your situation?" Yin Le finally found an opportunity to seek knowledge and solve her doubts, she subconsciously made a guess, "You have a breakthrough in cultivation?" ”

"No, it's just a game, you can't take it seriously."

"......" Yin Le was habitually confused again.

At this time, the wheelchair under Ronan's seat did not need her strength, and it moved forward automatically and out of the room. Yin Le hurriedly stepped to follow, and she could confirm that it was definitely not the motor built into the wheelchair that worked.

Coming out of the studio, Ronan ignored the commercial vehicle parked outside and went straight to the wheelchair. Yin Le arranged for the driver to take the first step, and she stepped on her high heels and walked briskly, following behind with a "da-da-da".

Near midnight, even in the central area, there are few pedestrians, and the streets are empty, but it looks refreshing.

Ronan said, "It's so dry! ”

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes again, and spread out the soul cloak of thousands of miles and thousands of miles, and some areas were bulged out by the strong light and high temperature, like a blazing furnace, smoking the slight fishiness of the sea and sky and cloud vapor into complex sensory stimulation. Separated by a distance of 1,500 kilometers, it was passed on, and he perceived, experienced, and reacted.

Of course, as Ronan said, this series of perceptions is more like the stimulation of virtual games, and it is low-fidelity, a bit of an external neuron "offline test".

It's not even as nervous as it was back then—if you don't pass the test, you'll probably get into big trouble, and now, with the soul cloak in front of him, he's playing hide-and-seek with the true gods in the abyss, arranging some configurations in the clouds, watching their life and death, and there's nothing to worry about winning or losing.

Just like the Baiji Pope who is known as "acting as bait", any tension is just talk.

Can you still take it seriously?

Well, for Bai Xinyan and other parties who can't help themselves, it's not wrong.

But for him, it won't and can't be!