Fei Jin was like a lady returning home, maintaining an elegant posture, going out from the balcony, turning to the bedroom next to her, and remembering to whisper "good night, everyone", then gently took the door and went to settle in.

In fact, everyone knows that with Ronan, a master of perception, by his side, it is meaningless to close the door or not, that is, to make a gesture. Soon, the breathing in the bedroom turned from shallow to chaotic, as if in a nightmare—for the real Fei Jin, that's pretty much the result.

"It's better to ask Mr. Bai to come and have a look tomorrow. He is an expert in the direction of mental invasion and hypnosis. He Yueyin made suggestions to get rid of future troubles, and Ronan had no choice.

This kind of thing is just a sentence, He Yueyin's purpose is not only this, Ronan is very clear, and he has also thought about how to explain: "That, Sister Yueyin, Mrs. Halder has arrived in Summer City......"

As soon as the beginning began, loud whistles and heckling came up from outside the balcony. There are a few idle and boring second generations, who have been looking forward to Ronan and Fei Jin doing something on the balcony, and now although Fei Jin has entered the house by himself, it can be seamlessly connected in a blink of an eye, and it has been replaced by a big beauty with a posture and demeanor above it, which seems to have more imagination, so the emotions have been picked up a lot.

During this period, many people have enough to stuff some more wine and food, and the strength of the wine and medicine is surging, and the words in the mouth are only more boundless. Those inconspicuous words, needless to say, but He Donglou, who had been a pioneer in provoking trouble, saw the "big and stylish OL lady" in everyone's mouth, so he directly gave up the long-legged beauty who had just hooked up, pulled up the collar and shrank his head and ran.

Under the simultaneous effect of "Ronan ruler" and "reading ruler", maybe he is the most pitiful person - he deserves it!

Ronan ignored He Donglou, his eyes swept over those guys, and he didn't do anything for the time being, but just reorganized his words: "Speaking of which, the people of the Blood Flame Sect are quite interested in the formation of the Abyss District. Tian Bang asked me to be a technical advisor, and Mrs. Halder also had a way......"

He deliberately skipped the node of "White Bone Hill", which is not easy to explain, and re-sorted out a plausible logic, but he should be able to understand it when he comes to it.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Ronan himself was stunned: Anyway, Tian Bang led the relevant "fortress" project and made efforts to solidify the configuration of the abyss, could it be that he also had ideas about the Blood Soul Temple? This is a natural thing to do, and it is also an angle that he has neglected before.

"Mr. Luo, since it comes to Tian Bang, I think Mrs. Halder will be happy to let Tian Bang know about your cooperation with their branch, Tian Bang may not care, but the team behind him is difficult to predict."

"Uh, really?"

"Being able to weaken Tian Bang's possible allies and get a boost for himself is not too risky, so why not?"

"Huh."

Again, this is a question that Ronan didn't think about. However, with Mrs. Halder's scheming, it is normal to take these things into account. Compared to her, Ronan's mental level is indeed not on the same level.

At this time, He Yueyin's eyes fell on the virtual work area, staring at the sketch work, a little surprised: "This is a psychic diagram for Mrs. Halder?" ”

"Sort of." Ronan replied casually that he had found that no matter how much he thought about the conflict between Mrs. Halder and Tian Bang, it would be in vain. He wouldn't miss the opportunity to study the Blood Soul Temple in depth, the entity Blood Soul Temple below the Southwest Fire Mountain was still waiting for a breakthrough in the configuration. This can be regarded as an extremely important part of his purification of the cloud world and the attack on Gong Qi, which must not be allowed.

He Yueyin adjusted the angle, gradually stood side by side with Ronan, and observed the work very carefully: "I have seen Mrs. Halder, and I always feel that her temperament is difficult to grasp, but this painting makes the impression vivid all of a sudden...... Is there any more specific information? ”

"It's hard to say now." Ronan didn't say anything that was still immature, but at this time he gradually had a fixed opinion in his mind.

Playing with the heart, he is certainly no match for Mrs. Halder; However, from the perspective of the solidified configuration of the abyssal area, there is a void brain system, and the gap between him and him is only greater.

In the final analysis, the two sides "cooperate" and "hurt" each other, and in the final analysis, it depends on the speed at which their respective advantages can be realized. Even if Lady Halder has bad intentions, as long as Ronan can crack the mysteries of the Blood Soul Temple, preferably in time, then he will take advantage.

At least that's what Ronan understands.

There is a question of whether he is going to accept Mrs. Halder's invitation to enter through the "main entrance" in the capacity of "technical adviser"; Or is it more straightforward, whether there is a door or not, just smash one out and actively invade?

The psychic diagram has been drawn, do you need to talk about it?

Ronan pursed his lips, feeling more and more pointless to dwell on these things. As the thought became clear, a message was stimulated, and it crossed the air and docked with the talisman that was "on duty" in the cloud world.

The "spider silk" that fell alone has been proven to be unable to help Mrs. Halder, and Ronan can only let the talisman go out in person in order to achieve miraculous results.

A few seconds later, the ugly and supernatural demon crossed the spiritual deep space, and also crossed the barrier between the cloud world and the local time and space, and quietly descended. And in the emotional turbidity of hundreds of millions of people gathered in Xia City, he found a target and gradually approached.

In Dongcheng District, the room where the two main priests of the Blood Flame Sect were located, the silence became longer and longer. Mrs. Halder closed her eyes, blocking out all light, but her mind was lit by candlelight, and her mind was clear.

Only in this way can peace be attained.

Of course, true tranquility is almost impossible to exist. Because when you are confronted with a master of perception, it is like meeting a spirit that is always attached to you. Perhaps there is no oppression of "silent thunderclouds" here, but a pair of eyes may chase and lock at any time, coming and going willfully, and there is almost no possibility of covering them.

This is definitely a transcendental-level power, even if Ronan still has obvious shortcomings, whether it is in body or personality, but his market prospects have soared to the top level, infinitely bright.

In today's society, even if the price-earnings ratio continues to rise, it cannot stop investors from looking forward to the future. And potential competitors are not relenting. How dirty there is in the capital market, the world will not be inferior in the world.

A chaotic maelstrom has been formed, and the "investor" who calls himself a traveler continues to increase his capital and enter the market, or has he raised his butcher's knife? As for the Blood Flame Order, and even Mrs. Halder herself, knowing that there was a big whirlpool ahead, did she still have to invest the limited capital into it?

Well, she didn't have a choice at all.

Mrs. Halder signed a gambling agreement, and with limited strength, she leveraged a huge amount of capital, either to become famous, or to leave the house, or even to leap to the rooftop......

Well, excited!

The elements of crisis and despair, from the higher levels of reason and emotion, seeped down layer by layer, and then transformed into restless emotions and even over-electric trembling, from high to low, converging into torrents, drowning body and mind - since she cut off her husband's head with her own hands, this is the feeling she cherishes the most, and every time she comes, she has to ponder and experience it for a long time.

"Boss."

In his ears is Yin Le's trembling voice, and the trembling feeling contained in it is similar to his own appearance, which is a kind of chaos that has collapsed at the high and low levels, and has been dismal and cleaned up.

I have to say that after staying in the secular world for a long time, Yin Le's way of thinking is to a large extent no longer a qualified priest, but an excellent businessman. She has lost the ability to deduce and analyze from the transcendent level, so she lacks the corresponding ability to resist pressure. From this point of view, she is indeed inferior to Ren Hong, the betrayer.

But Mrs. Halder knew very well that she had created this situation by herself. She has never cultivated Yin Le as an heir, not before, and not now.

Mrs. Halder still didn't open her eyes, but just swung the palm resting on her lap outward, and after two seconds, her fingertips touched Yin Le's soft and delicate hair, and the temperature of her palm and top heart were intertwined, and she felt very comfortable.

She rubbed it lightly, and then she heard Yin Le's muffled whisper: "Boss, I'm sorry." ”

Yin Le, the executive officer of her business empire, the power tentacles of the Order, and the funny pet when she is extremely bored. For Yin Le, she has never had high expectations, as long as she can block some noise from secular society for her, it is enough.

In this way, this "funny pet" has far exceeded her expectations, proving that this is a great value investment. If it's a great value, how could she be angry?

Mrs. Halder sighed softly, not depressed, just a rare sigh. Her movements of caressing Yin Le's heart are still gentle, maybe it is the relaxation after the high pressure, today her mood is like a spider web stump shaking in the breeze and drizzle, unclear, unclear, dripping, if there is nothing.

I don't feel bad...... Not bad?

As soon as the thought sprung up, her stroking fingers suddenly froze, and her heart fluttered. What is the reason for these residual thoughts that have already been precipitated in my heart, and the dregs are overflowing?

The air froze instantly, and Yin Le, who was already extremely sensitive, almost stopped with the pause of the palm above his head, and his breathing and heartbeat also froze. She didn't dare to move, so she could only barely raise her eyes to see the expression of her boss.

At this moment, Mrs. Halder opened her eyes, and her eyes touched lightly, Yin Le subconsciously wanted to hide, but she didn't dare to hide, so she could only freeze there, trying her best to maintain the only little composure on the surface.

After a few seconds, Mrs. Halder's sigh came back to her ears: "Summer City, it really is not a place to stay for long. ”

"Boss, then we ......"

"It's not a place to go."

Mrs. Halder said lightly, then closed her eyes again, and withdrew her hand: "It's too late, go and rest, it's pointless to think too much, it's better to sleep solidly, good dreams...... Well, it's better not to dream. ”

"Yes, boss."

Yin Le didn't dare to say anything more, she got up slowly, withdrew lightly, and turned off the light.

Even though she had paid attention, Mrs. Halder's keen ears and eyes could still hear rhythmic footsteps echoing in the apartment.

The lingering aftersound seems to be an invisible demon, fluctuating and lingering.

Is there really such a demon?

Mrs. Halder could not get an answer.

But when this thought germinated, it quickly crawled into every corner of my heart, rooted in Si, and entangled.