Ming Chuan looked at himself in the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror can't be called a man, at most he can only be regarded as a teenager, his thin figure, and sunken cheeks all show the physical characteristics of a teenager, and his height is already the height of an adult man, but his body has not yet grown up, the skeleton looks very narrow, and there is no extra meat on his body, not to mention strong muscles, and he can even see a clear rib cage when he takes off his clothes.

His facial features are very delicate, not very prominent, but the combination will give people a special sense of softness, at first glance will feel very comfortable, but with a little immature childishness, the face is not very good, a little pale, a look of not resting well.

It may be that he has a ghost in his body, so his face is always paler than a normal person, even if he has just taken a hot bath, there is a lack of blood on his cheeks, and he looks like a dead man, Ming Chuan is very dissatisfied with his complexion, but there is no way, he can't let him put blush on his face like a girl, right?

How old does the person in the mirror look like? fifteen, sixteen, maybe fourteen, he doesn't know how old he is, according to the teacher, he should be sixteen this year, but he looks a little younger than he really is.

Sighing at himself in the mirror, he only hoped that he could grow up as soon as possible.

Wipe off the water stains on his body, Mingchuan put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

It's been three years since he changed the name "Mingchuan", and the teacher used to change his name every two years, and "Mingchuan" was the fourth and the longest used. After each name change, the teacher would make him forget the previous name, so that now he can't remember what his original name was.

He didn't know the teacher's intention to do this, maybe he didn't have any intention at all, he just thought it was fun, and now, the teacher was tired of playing the game of changing names, or couldn't come up with a nice name, so he let him use this all the time.

He doesn't care at all about what his name is, and he has been used to the whims of the teacher for three days and two over the years, and he is no stranger to these little things, he just hopes that one day the guy suddenly remembers to change the name of a cat and a dog or a name that makes him feel very ashamed.

While wiping the water stains from his hair with a towel, Ming Chuan walked to the living room.

Over the years, they have moved several times, changed cities, and they have not been in each city for long. Sometimes Mingchuan feels like they are deliberately avoiding something, and sometimes he feels that it is his own physical problem, and staying in one place for a long time may cause some unnecessary trouble.

Every time they change cities, they have to change their accommodation. The teacher is also very picky about where he lives, the house must be spacious, have plenty of sunlight, and the surrounding environment must be good, not too noisy, not too dirty. So every time they have to put a lot of effort into finding a suitable place to live.

Mingchuan only thinks that it doesn't matter what he does, just have a place to sleep that can block the wind and rain, three meals a day can fill his stomach, as for whether the place to live is comfortable, whether the food is nutritious enough, these don't matter at all.

His teacher was quite obsessed with cleanliness in some ways, even cleanliness, and required him to be clean and tidy every day, and at the same time required him to be equally clean and tidy, to take a shower every morning and evening, and to brush his teeth after eating, which was really maddening.

When he grows into a real adult and can independently control the ghost qi in his body, he must stay away from this hypocritical freak.

While thinking hatefully, Ming Chuan walked to the sofa in the living room, took the half-dry towel off his head and threw it at the man sitting on the sofa, and said, "It's your turn!"

The man caught the towel with a smile, looked at Ming Chuan with gentle eyes, and said, "Isn't it much more comfortable after taking a bath?

Ming Chuan rolled his eyes angrily and said, "How can it be so easy?" After speaking, he clasped his hands to his chest and sat down on the sofa angrily, looking like he was angry with someone.

"You're becoming more and more proficient in the operation of the net bell now, and you must be able to use the ghost sword well soon. The man's smile at Ming Chuan had a hint of imperceptible pampering, like a father looking at his mischievous son.

"The ghost sword you gave me is useless at all, we have to figure out the reason for the ghost, what are the conditions for using it? Speaking of the inexplicable ghost sword, Ming Chuan couldn't help but complain, "There is also Jingling, although it is very useful to deal with ordinary ghosts, but when you encounter a powerful ghost, you will stop cooking, can't you give me some practical weapons?"

"The Pure Bell and the Ghost Sword are the most suitable for you, as long as you use them well, they can bring you a lot of help, but you can't make good use of them yet. The man smiled and said, "It's not about weapons, it's about being useless." ”

"Who do you say is useless?" Ming Chuan was not happy when he heard this, jumped up from the sofa, glared at the man angrily, and said, "Now even without your help, I can kill the powerful ghosts, even if I meet a third-order person, I am not afraid." ”

"It's just that you purified a second-order ghost and started talking big?" the man pierced Ming Chuan with a grin, "Now you, if you really encounter a third-order, it's best to turn around and run away immediately, don't have the idea of fighting the other party, otherwise you will die a miserable death." ”

The teacher's distrust of his own strength made Ming Chuan feel an indescribable embarrassment, and an inexplicable anger ignited in his heart, and he couldn't help but snort coldly in a hurry, and said, "Since you don't believe me, then we'll see!"

After speaking, Ming Chuan turned around and walked to the room in a huff.

The man sat on the sofa, looked at Ming Chuan's back with a smile, and said lightly: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I think we can't 'walk and see', I don't have time, the next time I meet a third-order ghost, I'm afraid I'm no longer by your side." ”

Ming Chuan heard the man's voice, stopped, and turned his head suspiciously.

The man sitting on the sofa was slender, with a fair face, and his handsome figure looked a little ethereal in the sunlight.

Ming Chuan felt his eyes dizzy from the harsh sunlight, he blinked, and when he opened his eyelids again, the sofa was empty.