"Just your style, isn't it?" Murong said with a laugh.
Luo'er sighed and then asked with concern, "Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, it was close, but we're okay. Although we were shot a few times, our bulletproof vests took the hits. We just don't know if there's any internal injuries." Murong nodded, his gaze never leaving Luo'er.
"What are you staring at?" Luo'er rolled his eyes. Faced with Murong's constant gaze, he felt somewhat awkward, so he let go of the door and walked straight into the living room.
When Murong entered the living room, Hu Daoke was lying on an armchair. Looking up, he asked upon seeing him, "So how's it going, Murong? Getting used to it?"
"It's alright," Murong said casually as he looked around, "There's a sense of familiarity here, like being back on Earth. Only, there are no household appliances or AI here."
"What's an appliance?" Hu Daoke asked knowingly.
"What's AI?" Cheng Ziang chimed in from the side.
