In addition, his control over the magic talisman is also ranked first, and there is no way to give it away.

The next best thing is to... we can only prevent others from seeing it!

Ronan has this ability. As long as he does not alert the two great gods of his association, there seems to be no other person in Xia City who can delve into the extreme realm. At most, the magic talisman will not appear in the future.

Not to be seen, to hide, to hide, to hide...

Huh? There was a sudden "ding" in Ronan's head, and a light bulb came on - that's what it felt like.

God, he forgot about it!

"BOSS? My boss?" Maoyan was already singing a ditty out of boredom, summoning him in different ways.

Ronan, on the other hand, had a sudden flash of inspiration, and it was the time when he started writing like a god. He first used a few simple keywords to retain the general idea, and then he gathered his thoughts and shouted back with a little excitement:

"Shut up! Go drink your drink!"

"Tsk, are you dissatisfied with me?"

Ronan transformed a series of bursts of inspiration into glyphs, pictures and everything else that could be understood. During this period, everything was kept simple and he spoke unhesitatingly: "No, Maoyan, I need you, I need you very much... Yes, that's right.

so!"

"What?"

"Now, just wait there until..." Ronan opened his eyes suddenly, turned to ask the driver: "About what time should we get home?"

He had been concentrating with his eyes closed, and suddenly spoke, which really startled the driver. Finally, the driver passed the professional standard and quickly estimated the answer: "Around 9:30 at the latest."

Ronan made an OK gesture, just like the tactical movements taught by Bao Yan, which had a strong sense of ritual. Whether the driver understood it or not, it was none of his business.

"Listen, Maoyan, you wait there until about 10 o'clock..."

"There's still one hour left, will overtime be this long?"

"Don't worry, they will be very busy tonight, and so will you! I will contact you again."

Ronan unilaterally severed the mental connection with Maoyan and began to connect various keywords to further expand. At the same time, he printed a simplified topographic map of the large living area, Zhixing College and even Pingjiang District in the blank area - electronic drawing, mental drawing is so fast

!

Finally, the tip of the pen drew a circle in the swamp jungle of Zhixing Academy. Ronan let out a long breath, making sure that his thoughts were finally connected. Looking at the scrawled plan, he suddenly wanted to laugh:

"Look, my stop loss line is higher than you think!"

At this time, the special car stopped. The first stop for sending someone off today was Qiu Peipei's house. I took her precious daughter out, but when she came back with her head smashed, Mo Peng and Mo Han had to get off the car to explain to her parents.

How could Ronan care about this? In order to avoid being disturbed by such mundane matters, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, regardless of the itinerary he had just asked.

With this outfit, he really fell asleep and had a dream. Even in his dream, he was still sorting out the plan, sorting out the details one by one, and constantly enriching elements such as topographic maps and life stars.
Chapter completed!