There was a faint bruise there, accidentally caused during the sparring just now.
"Sorry, I didn't control my strength well just now." Mu Jingchen said.
Luo Xiaoxiao also looked at the bruise on her forearm. It was actually quite painful, but bumps and bruises are inevitable when practicing martial arts.
"It's okay, just a minor injury," she said.
After returning to the house, Mu Jingchen still took out the treatment liquid, wet a cotton ball with it, and gently applied it to the bruised area.
After the injury was treated, Mu Jingchen took out a thin bracelet from his pocket and gently put it on Luo Xiaoxiao.
Luo Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Is this... a gift?"
Mu Jingchen smiled: "Well, gift, in the contaminated area, the intelligent brain sometimes cannot receive signals.
This bracelet contains a military positioning chip. If you encounter danger, press here and I will rush over immediately."
So Mu Jingchen gave her a guarantee of security...
Even when she returned to her room, Luo Xiaoxiao was still gazing at the bracelet. It was quite pretty, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it...
In the bedroom, Luo Xiaoxiao was browsing the Star Voice Platform.
The comment section was filled with voices urging her to update.
Some urged her to update new songs, while others urged her to update "Swordsman".
She smiled, closed the comments, uploaded a clip of "Swordsman", and then opened the accompaniment production software.
Her guzheng, bamboo flute and other musical instruments were left at Huating Manor and were not brought with her, so she could only use accompaniment software to compose the music for the short video of her new song.
Fortunately, this accompaniment production software can be used more easily after a period of practice.
In just over half an hour, a very good soundtrack was completed.
Play the soundtrack and sing along.
Today she sang "The Lone Brave Man".
After uploading, she plans to download it and listen to it often after entering the contaminated area to encourage herself.
"They are all brave..."
"The wound on your forehead, your differences, the mistakes you made..."
…
"Who says those covered in mud aren't heroes?"
"I love you walking alone in the dark alleys, I love you for not kneeling;"
"Loving you has made me face despair, but I refuse to cry."
"Love your tattered clothes, but dare to block the gun of fate;"
"Love that you and I are so similar, even the gaps are the same!"
"Are you going? Do you deserve to wear this ragged cloak?"
"Fight? Fight, with the humblest dream!"
"To the whimpers and roars in the dark night..."
"Who says only those who stand in the light are heroes?"
Luo Xiaoxiao sang with great devotion and passion!
She wasn't worried at all that her singing would be heard by Mu Jingchen who was sitting on the other side of the wall.
She tried it a few days ago. She turned up the volume of the built-in speaker of the smart brain to the maximum and played songs in her room. As long as she closed the door, she could not hear any sound from outside.
The villa's sound insulation was much better than she had imagined.
Therefore, she was not worried that Mu Jingchen would hear it.
But she didn't know that her thinking had fallen into a thinking error caused by inertia.
She tested the villa's soundproofing based on her own hearing acuity.
The guide has strong mental power, but his five senses, including hearing, are not very sharp.
Sentinels are known for their keen five senses.
Some scholars have tested that, at the same level, a sentinel's five senses, including hearing, vision, and smell, are more than seven times stronger than a guide!
Mu Jingchen sat on the edge of the bed, quietly listening to the sounds from the bedroom next door.
"Love your tattered clothes, but dare to block the gun of fate;"
"Love that you and I are so similar, even the gaps are the same!"
…
"To the whimpers and roars in the dark night..."
"Who says only those who stand in the light are heroes?"
Like a life-saving escape from a desperate situation, this voice is both emotional and explosive...
It's hard to imagine that such a song came from the mouth of a girl who looks so petite and fragile...
Such singing, such emotions, is this what she has experienced before?
She knows a lot of things that have never appeared in this interstellar era...
And then there were the words that came out of his mouth from time to time that he didn't understand...
Everything she displayed was something that Luo Xiaoxiao, the former orphan of the Luo family, did not possess.
But unfortunately, Luo Xiaoxiao's identity is impeccable...
What's the problem? Who is she? Where does she come from?
He never asked, not because he didn't want to know.
But... waiting for the day when she is willing to open her heart to him...
…
The next morning, Luo Xiaoxiao got up very early.
Following Mu Jingchen's instructions yesterday, she packed a change of clothes and some necessary daily necessities, put them in the backpack distributed before the military training, and went to the training ground to gather with the backpack.
There are already many people at the training ground.
Each of the sentries was very neat, dressed similarly to Luo Xiaoxiao, wearing the uniforms issued during military training and a military green backpack on their backs.
But the guide here...
She saw Gong Yueyue also participating in the training in the contaminated area.
The moment their eyes met, Gong Yueyue glared at her fiercely.
Luo Xiaoxiao didn't care, eyes couldn't kill anyway.
There was a sentry following Gong Yueyue, who seemed to be one of her followers. The sentry was pulling a large suitcase in his hand.
I guess that must be Gong Yueyue's luggage.
The other guides participating in the training looked similar, with followers at their sides, helping them carry their considerable luggage...
The instructor will be here soon.
Amid the guides' complaints, their luggage was reduced to the same size as Luo Xiaoxiao's, which could be carried in a backpack.
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