Soon after, the bitter Xiao Yi finally got a laboratory of his own, although this room is no different from a guest room, at best there are only some simple equipment in it, after all, the technology of holographic projection is not just imagination, and it still needs a certain amount of experimentation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although the equipment is rudimentary, it is sufficient at this stage, and once the laboratory over there is built, some of the most basic equipment can be purchased.

In this regard, Xiao Yi's face blossomed, and he was very excited, and he was finally able to upgrade from a bungalow to a villa.

As for the Jin Group's pre-emptive aside, anyway, with Uncle Liang watching, he can't afford to stir up any waves, and besides, if something really happens, it is not Xiao Luo who cares the most, but Luo Tiancheng and Wei Sheng's father, the two of them are the most worried, and the relationship between the three groups is not as simple as imagined.

It can be said that the three of them are both competitors and friends, and they also restrain each other, and no one can do it without them, if there is really one less in the future, then the entire A city will fall into a bloody storm.

Hawkers~ But Xiao Luo is not worried about this kind of thing, if the future really happens, presumably he already has the power to protect himself at that time, and they can't help themselves at all...

Life is like a cup of flavoring, it is full of all kinds of flavors all the time, sometimes spicy, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet, sometimes tasteless.

But even if it is a tasteless life, if you taste it carefully, you can still find the sweetness hidden in it.

The dull and fulfilling life has passed again, today is Saturday, it is worth mentioning that Xiao Luo's relatives have finally left, and the long-stagnant training can finally start again...

At five o'clock in the morning, when everyone was sleeping, a figure had already appeared in the courtyard, and the breeze that blew from time to time was full of coolness, and I couldn't help but feel a spirit.

Listening carefully, a crisp sound came from the inverted figure in the courtyard from time to time, and a special sound was faintly heard.

As the line of sight narrowed, the figure in the courtyard became clearer and clearer.

From head to toe, he was dressed in a white practice uniform, the long black hair that reached his waist was pulled into a single ponytail at random, and his slightly immature little face was staring at the sword in his hand with seriousness, slashing hard one by one, and even due to the long-term chopping, Xiao Luo's forehead could faintly see a trace of sweat emerge, and the cherry mouth opened slightly, breathing the slightly cool air in the air, which was extremely attractive.

In the huge courtyard, Xiao Luo was the only one who kept waving the sword in his hand, slashing hard one at a time.

Don't underestimate this simple chop, if a layman looks at it, he will definitely not be able to see the fame of it, but if an insider looks at it, he will definitely find the problem.

If you look closely, you will find that each of Xiao Luo's swords seems to be the same, repeating the previous sword, whether it is the strength, speed, or even technique of the chopping, it is exactly the same, without the slightest change, even if the insider can't see the name inside for a while.

But if you look at it with your heart, or if you have a certain level of swordsmanship, you can see the fame inside at a glance, and you will even praise it.

In fact, Xiao Luo's every slash seems to be the same and its responsibilities are different, each sword is slightly different from the previous sword, maybe the strength used is less, or the angle of the shot has changed a little, or the speed is a point faster, in short, each sword is different, but these changes are going in one direction.

There is no strongest exercise in the world, nor is there the most powerful move, only the most suitable exercise and move for yourself, this sentence is not wrong at all, Xiao Luo also found out that this problem exists not long ago.

Although the ability is inherited from the red pupil, and even everything comes from the red pupil, those memories of the battle and some memories of life fragments, Xiao Luo has fully accepted them at this time, and the difference is just to fully integrate them into himself.

However, as Xiao Luo trained day by day, a strange sense of disobedience suddenly appeared in Xiao Luo's heart, and he hadn't found it before, but judging from the previous shots, this sense of disobedience seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but he couldn't say what Xiao Luo was, but he vaguely felt this feeling.

Although I feel this way, and I can't even be sure if it's real or not, it's still necessary to be sure.

People who are often on the verge of life and death are very trusting of their own feelings, such as a hazy perception of some crises. These are all abilities that have been fought on the battlefield all year round, and Xiao Luo, who has inherited all this, will naturally have this hazy perception, but it will only appear from time to time.

After all, inheritance is one thing, and whether you can master it comprehensively is another.

It just so happened that his relatives left today, and Xiao Luo took this opportunity to study and study well, and what was the strange feeling in his heart.

With the hard slashing of one knife after another, the physical strength was also rapidly consumed, the delicate little face was slightly ruddy, and even the tempting little mouth was closed one by one, greedily absorbing the oxygen in the air, and slowly recovering his physical strength.

However, because all his attention was focused on Mura Yu, Xiao Luo didn't notice the slightly old figure not far away, but he stood straight to the side, his eyes completely watching Xiao Luo's every move.

"Ha~ha~" At a certain moment, Xiao Luo temporarily stopped his movements, laboriously inhaled the oxygen in the air, and his chest also followed suit, but unfortunately the slightly flat chest did not have the slightest scenery to see, and it was destined to be disappointing.

"It's like... Got it... Ha~~Ha~~" Although the breath was slightly disordered, the joy on his face could not be concealed, it was obvious that Xiao Luo had found the source of the strangeness in his heart, and found the answer from the sword swing just now.

In about half a minute, the slightly disordered breathing had returned to normal, and he took a deep breath, and with a sword sound, Mura Yu had been retracted into the sheath by Xiao Luo.

"Huh~ Now that you know the problem, the rest will take time to precipitate, this is not something that can be completed overnight, don't you hurry..."Shaking his head, he sighed helplessly.

Looking at the sun that had just risen in the sky, after thinking about it, Xiao Luo decided to take a break first and carry out the next training.

However, Xiao Luo, who was about to turn back, unexpectedly saw the slightly old and upright figure not far away, was slightly stunned, and then walked over with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Liang, why are you here, you don't have anything to do in the morning, why don't you sleep more, hmm~, this is!" Xiao Luo, who had just finished training, was full of training, and didn't notice the warm white coat in Uncle Liang's arms, which was draped on Xiao Luo when he came over.

"I'm used to it, people can't always lie in bed to rest when they're old, they always have to move. ”

"Well~ it seems to be too. After thinking about it, Xiao Luo also felt that it was right, smiled, tightened the coat on his body, and a warmth flowed through his heart.

"Looking at the young master's actions just now, it seems that he has encountered some trouble?"

"Oh~ Uncle Liang also understands this?" Hearing Uncle Liang suddenly talk about this, Xiao Luo was also a little surprised.

"I don't know too much, but I met a person when I was young, and his sword is the sharpest sword I've ever seen!" Speaking of this, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Uncle Liang's eyes, and Xiao Luo didn't bother when he saw this, just stood quietly and watched the sun on the horizon, slowly rising... (To be continued.) )