"Who are you?" Zhu Luan raised his head and stared at the man's masked face, and instead of answering, he repeated his question.

Then the two were relatively silent.

There was a deathly silence in the cave.

The man was silent for a moment.

"I can't tell you the name." He replied quietly.

This man's words are few, but the clear and flawless sound quality is very pleasant, just listening to it is enjoyable, and I can't help but want people to tempt him to say a few more words.

Choosing to break through the realm in such a secret place, it is necessary to hide the identity of this person, and the new acquired grandmaster is easy to be chased and killed by other grandmasters who are jealous of the rising star, and it is also very dangerous to expose his identity.

She was just a little dissatisfied with the man's attitude, and casually tried it.

didn't expect to hear such an honest answer, Zhu Luan couldn't help but laugh a little.

If his age is real, he will become a Grandmaster of the UnEnlightened Realm in his early twenties, this talent achievement can be described as the pinnacle, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a demon, such a person with the highest qualifications often has a somewhat strange personality, but the person in front of him does not seem to have the same bad personality as those grandmasters she has seen.

Looking at his dress, he is not like a monk.

Zhu Luan continued to ask, "This son, if you don't tell me your name, how should I call you?" ”

He was silent for two more moments, and just when Zhu Luan thought he wouldn't answer, the man spoke, "You can call me Huaizhu." ”

"Huaizhu?" The word rolled around the tip of Zhu Luan's tongue, "This is your ......"

The name sounds a bit like a nickname, and it's a bit like a French name.

The man's brows furrowed, and he didn't speak again, he turned around, lowered his head and looked at Zhu Luan, his eyes were surging with mist, and then he sank down, like an abyss, secluded and cold.

Zhu Luan was not in a hurry and waited for him.

The man finally spoke again: "This is my word." ”

Who came up with this word? Your parents? Teachers? Zhu Luan sat lazily on the ground and asked with a leisurely expression.

The man was silent again, as if he didn't understand why the woman in front of him had so many questions, he didn't have much experience in talking to women, but this casual way of asking was a little familiar, and he couldn't refuse to answer for some reason.

"I took it myself." He replied.

Sure enough, Zhu Luan found that as long as she asked a question, the man would answer neatly and politely, but the difference between fast and slow answers.

But every time the answer is not a few words.

Talking to such a person who cherishes words like gold really requires patience.

"Who are you?" The man's misty eyes once again firmly locked Zhu Luan's whole body and asked.

This look is like substance, and it unexpectedly smells of accusation, which means that I have answered your question, so you should also report your identity.

"I'm Zhu Ying, the ninth lady of the British public family in Huizhou Mansion." Zhu Luan did not hide his identity, after all, in front of the acquired grandmaster, his identity was harmless.

"Zhu ......" was surprising, and the man slowly repeated the surname "Zhu", as if he was very interested in it.

"What's your last name?" Zhu Luan also raised his head and looked at the man unceremoniously.

This means that I have already reported my surname, so you should also declare my surname.

The man stopped talking again, and it took a long time before he replied, "My surname is Song." ”

"Song Huaizhu." Zhu Luan read the man's name in a low voice, carefully searched his memory, and did not find this person.

Looking at his age, he should have been eleven or twelve years old before he died in his previous life, but a young man with such qualifications has no impression of himself, is it unexpected that he is a late bloomer? Zhu Luan pondered.

However, it is also possible that the man did not report his real name, or the man's own words are not so widely known, otherwise he would not have told himself so directly.

"What is the young lady of the British Mansion doing here?" Song Huaizhu continued to ask.

For some reason, hearing this man's voice makes people feel happy, like Sanskrit sounds and Tibetan bowls.

"I want to borrow a few books from the Scripture Pavilion," Zhu Luan replied with a smile.

"Hmm." Song Huaizhu answered vaguely, and then asked suspiciously, "The donors borrowed the books from the monks. ”

Zhu Luan's eyes widened, it turned out that it could be like this.

I seem to have been pitted by that dead girl in Jinyang.

But she couldn't tell the man in front of her the reason, so she had to continue to ask the man, "I want to choose by myself, so I will climb up and take a look, may I ask why Song Gongzi is here?" You don't look like a monk. ”

"I ...... Shi ......" Song Huaizhu responded quickly this time, but he seemed to find that he had said something that should not be said, paused for a moment, and replied, "I am living here to practice, as for what happened before, Miss Zhu Jiu should not spread it, otherwise it will ......"

He looked at her earnestly.

"I'll kill you."

The man's tone was light, but the murderous aura was not fake, and the sharp pressure that had been put away by the man before was released again, overwhelming people, but it was well controlled to the extent that it would not hurt the inside of the boundless person.

This is the breath that really belongs to the grandmaster, and the killing is decisive.

It seems that the conversation between the two just now is just an illusion, and they have returned to the confrontation of life and death on the cliff just now.

The higher the realm, the more difficult it is to avoid accidentally injuring ordinary people. This person can do this when the territory is about to break through and the rest is unstable, which shows that the fine control of internal qi has reached an extremely high level.

"Well, I don't say."

Zhu Luan replied, smiling at him.

This man's behavior was full of mystery, obviously trying to hide the fact that he had broken the realm, and if she revealed the slightest possibility of revealing his secret, she had no doubt that he would kill her immediately.

It is a terrible thing to be targeted by the acquired grandmaster, but Zhu Luan answered so cheerfully not because he was afraid of the acquired grandmaster, but because he felt that it was very troublesome, a random thought of a person of such a level could have a great impact, although he looked good-tempered now, but if he really provoked him somewhere, it would be very troublesome.

Zhu Luan can't allow any situation to disrupt his pace now.

The man who called himself Song Huaizhu seemed to be very satisfied with her answer, looked away from Zhu Luan, pursed his lips and said nothing, then turned around and walked towards the cave, without any intention of caring about Zhu Luan on the ground at all.

He was surrounded by a quiet and cold aura, and he became more and more indifferent in the sparse sunlight that penetrated the cave, obviously not a monk, but he had a feeling that he was not interested in anything from the red dust.

Zhu Luan struggled to prop up his crumbling body and tried to stand up, but after not trying a few times, he rolled to the ground again.

She had no choice but to raise her head helplessly and shout at the back of the man who was about to disappear.

"Song Huaizhu."

Her voice wasn't loud, but the man was still in shape, and then turned around.

Song Huaizhu stood in the depths of the cave, the sunlight penetrating directly, and the slender and resolute silhouette was also rendered by the misty light with broken golden brilliance. The half-concealed face under the white jade mask is hidden in the clouds and mist, and it is always impossible to distinguish it.

"What to do?" He asked.