Chapter 61 When you're traveling, you give yourself your own identity.

Holding a cotton-padded jacket and trousers in her arms and carrying a pair of leather shoes in her hand, Bai Nuo turned to leave the space, but the system quickly grabbed her.

"Host, hair, hair, we're not allowed to walk outside with your hair down now."

"Oh, right, right." Bai Nuo obediently handed the things in her hand to 925.

In her previous life, she had short, neat hair. After being reborn here, her mother and grandmother loved to let her hair grow long since she was little, and they used to braid her hair beautifully every day. Even her older brother has acquired this skill.

However, Bai Nuo had cut her long hair short before going to the countryside. Now it only reaches a little above her shoulders. Too lazy to braid it, Bai Nuo simply took two light pink tie-dyed fabric hair ties, tied them into small buns on the left and right sides, and tied them up just below her ears. Paired with that pink and white floral cotton-padded jacket, it made the little girl look even more fair-skinned, delicate, youthful, beautiful, and cute.

The premise is that you don't let her take that thing in her hand.

"Host, what are you going to do with this?"

"For self-defense!"

After tying her hair up, Bai Nuo quickly changed her clothes and then bent down to hang a small black canvas stick sheath on the side of her belt.

Inside the sheath was a small black metal stick, about fifteen centimeters long, which looked more like an ornament hanging from the waist.

But the system knows what it is!

"By the way, can you check when batons were manufactured?"

The system took out its tablet, tapped its head, and said, "Host, the history of batons can be traced back to World War II, that is, 1939. They were called tactical telescopic batons. However, the data does not show that they exist in China."

"It's alright, there isn't a single foreign letter on it. As long as this thing exists in this era, we're not afraid of being investigated. Besides, can't we have an elder in our family who went to war? It's quite reasonable to confiscate it!"

Bai Nuo patted the black staff sheath at her waist with a shameless air. Her identity when she was out and about was something she gave herself, and it was all made up by her.