Hearing Jiang Lixing’s questioning, the white-haired woman lowered her eyes, and then she spoke again: “My elders were rescued by human monks many years ago. I came back to Yanjing this time to repay my gratitude. My name is Suyuan. What is your name? Are you... a ghost?"

Su Yuan was also a little confused about Jiang Lixing's breath. She had never dared to determine his identity, so she asked curiously.

She was taught by her elders in the past, and she must be proficient in the etiquette of the human race in the world. Before asking someone else's name, she naturally has to report her family.

Hearing Suyuan's questioning, Jiang Lixing glanced at her and replied lowly in three words: "Jiang Lixing."

After speaking, Jiang Lixing's figure once again turned into a black mist and dissipated in the world.

"wack."

Su Yuan looked at the direction of Jiang Lixing's disappearance, and couldn't help but curl his lips, then turned his head to look at the behemoth that turned into a branch next to him.

"Alu, you said, why are the human race and the ghost race not cute at all? The demon race's little friends are more kind. I hope that this month can be over quickly, and the competition will be over soon, so we can go home early."

With that, Su Yuan beckoned, and the behemoth beside her turned into a small green branch again.

…………

Yuhaishan.

Jiang Lixing returned to his bedroom, and then took a shower in the bathroom and changed into his pajamas. At this time, he felt calmly again. Ning Huanxin was still cultivating, and the whole person was wrapped in aura and isolated from the outside world. Up.

She is still cultivating the mental technique of Sanqing Imperial Swordsmanship, but for the time being, she probably hasn't found the method and trick to use Sanqing Imperial Swordsmanship.

Jiang Lixing smiled, he quietly sat cross-legged on his big bed, not practicing, but silently protecting Ning Huanxin, fearing that she would be eager to practice something wrong.

This night, it was extremely peaceful.

The plan for one day lies in the morning. The next day, before the sky dawned, Ning Huanxin slowly opened her eyes. She practiced all night and was refreshed. Taking advantage of the strong spiritual energy in the world, Ning Huanxin planned to go outside. Practice for an hour.

When passing by the door of Jiang Lixing's suite, Ning Huan paused for a moment and looked at the door with complicated eyes, wondering if it was her illusion?

She always felt that she had a familiar aura when she was cultivating, and she seemed to be nearby, protecting herself.

That breath is very similar to that of Jiang Lixing.

Ning Huan looked at the door with a complicated expression in her eyes——

A line.

There is a door between me and you.

The last door.

When I become strong enough, I personally push open this door and take a look at the world behind the door.

Take a look, the real you.

…………

After a while, Ning Huanxin withdrew his gaze and walked quickly to the top of the stairs in sportswear.

At this time, in the room.

Jiang Lixing also kept looking at the door, with a slight smile on Junyi's face.

**

Jiang’s manor is very large. Of course, it’s not the first time Ning Huanxin has come. In the morning, she simply ran around the driving route in Jiang’s home, planning to find a clean place to practice well. When she passed by When I was in the small garden, I suddenly saw a tall figure.

this is……

Ning Huanxin stopped subconsciously.

Perhaps after hearing the sound of footsteps, the people in the garden turned their heads subconsciously.

It is Jiang Lixuan, Jiang Ershao.

At this time, the flowers in the garden were withered. Jiang Lixuan was standing in the middle of the flowerbed wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and quietly glanced at Ning Huanxin.