As the twenty-eighth generation head of the Starfall Gate, he sat in front of the mirror, refreshed, combing his long hair as blue as a touch of the sky.

Like, he's been sitting like this for thousands of years.

He smiled, and the color of the sky hung like a waterfall from his bun to his shoulders, and the blue flowed through. Looking at the face in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh, like the breath of a flower in the wind.

It's been three hundred years, day after day, year after year, is he unwilling to live like this for three hundred years? And then die quietly, just to repay the master's nurturing kindness, just to pass this mirror to his apprentice?

"Hmph, what have I had in my 600 years of life?"

Resentment arises from the heart, and the hair is windless and automatic. For so many years, he has always been calm, even in the face of a strong enemy, even if he is injured and unable to finish, he is calm and calm.

The sun seemed to be trying to break through the thick morning mist, struggling, stirring, and winding.

A hint of wind, through the osmanthus forest outside the window, sneaked into the room. Instead of punishing it, he was grateful. There was the smell of flowers in the wind, as if there were birds singing, they were so fresh that they could speed up the beating of his heart. His nose is not for smelling flowers, and his ears are not for singing.

Looking over the mirror, he saw a glimmer of gold in the waterfall, dazzling in the sunlight that broke through the fog.

And that damn face, still smiling so stiffly.

He had a weird laugh.

Pick up the golden hair, measure it carefully, and think about it for a long time. He knew there was going to be an unpredictable anomaly. For the past three hundred years, he has been surprisingly thinking too much this morning.

He is an exorcist. Three hundred years ago, he was taken in by his master, raised and taught art, and was given the name Landor. Actually, he was deceived by the master. He is not a normal person, he has blue blood, he has blue hair, and his eyes and ears are connected to another world, which can bring him into a world that ordinary people cannot understand.

Starfall Gate, a sect that has been inherited from a long time ago, and whose mission is to exorcise demons and eliminate ghosts. This is where his destiny ends, for 600 years.

For 600 years, there can be no mortal desires, and 600 years of wearing the rokko divine clothes. A bronze mirror, a Biquan sword, and a determined expression to be an exorcist.

Blue hair is remembered.

"Is the car ready?"

"Ready, Master, get in the car. ”

Helpless is still a child.

The car was stocked with enough dry food, as well as more than a dozen jars of fine wine, which were placed next to the couch. As soon as you stretch out your hand, you can pick up a jar and drink it in a big gulp. Lying on the couch, as if he was not drunk, Ren Wuyi drove the carriage and drove north.

Heading north, following the trajectory of fate, Landor could feel that there was a terrifying force in that direction, which was constantly attracting him. There was also the anomaly of this morning, which prevented him from entering the state of liberation, and there were always some strange thoughts that came into his mind from time to time.

It seems that he can't yet

Exorcise yourself.

Wobbly along the way, uneventful along the way. Exorcists are not good at talking, but they all understand it unusually well in their hearts.

Further on, there is the real north.

This year, the snow came earlier than expected in the north. Fortunately, the old brown horse pulling the cart has been following Landol for many years. These snowstorms are nothing to it.

Wuyi's body was also covered with snow, and he let the snow thicken, his expression firm and persistent. Lying in the car, Landor actually remembered her childhood.

"Hehe, that's a distant thing. There is really still a long way to go, I hope he won't be like me. ”

Perhaps an exorcist doesn't feel long when he really has no distractions in his mind. But in this case, Landor felt sorry for the helplessness. Six hundred years, six hundred years without oneself.

Inadvertently, there was a trace of tragedy in my heart on this trip. As we got closer, the terrifying power grew stronger. And the carriage, wrapped in silver, was still crawling northward in the snow, and there was no end to it.

The carriage continued northward, still undisturbed. In the snow of the northern wilderness, there are traces of ruts.

In front of her was the Northern Mongolian Prairie, and Lan Duoer picked up the last jar of wine and took a deep sip. It's time to finally show up.

"Master".

Wu Yi shouted, and didn't say anything more. He was afraid that his master would be drunk and fall asleep in his dreams.

For many days, he has been lying in the car. Randol lifted the curtain and stepped out of the car, greeted by a vast snowfield, covered with spectacular snow. The strong whirlwind is like a big hand stirring the ice and snow in the sky, and everything is rushing, roaring like a long river, and the sea is windy.

couldn't help but shudder, Lan Duoer tightened her collar, secretly used her true strength, and the ice fell to the ground one after another.

"Wusui, get in the car and have a good rest. ”

"But yes, Master. ”

Wuyi is very sensible, and exorcists are like this.

The wind and snow have receded. Lan Duoer turned around and walked into a pear grove next to her, which was very strange in the snow.

Easily step into the enchantment fog and come to a warm and colorful world. Lan Duoer knew that the snowstorm just now had hurt her vitality. Only in the depths of the woods is there a slight trace of demonic energy.

That's right, this is it, a pear tree, lush, shaded for a hundred meters. Although it is cold and snowy in the middle of winter, it is full of fragrance. The little white flowers play with bees and butterflies, and Randol can't help but stop to watch.

"Girl, show up. ”

He knew that the pear tree had been transformed into a spirit, and its name was Pear Fall. But he didn't expect her to be so beautiful, like a powdered orchid, delicate and elegant. It's just that her true yuan has just been hurt, which makes her face look horribly pale. Blood stains dotted her white clothes, like a little red plum in the snow.

"Thank you Master for saving your life," Pear Fall stepped forward and said a blessing, "Master is."

Are you going to catch the little girl?"

She looked up at Randol, tears in her eyes. At that moment, Lan Duoer's heart ached slightly.

"Girl, you know, I'm an exorcist"

He didn't want to say any more, his long azure hair didn't flutter, he didn't gather a single bit of true power.

"Master, you can't bear to kill me when you see me injured, don't you?"

"Girl, you know, I'm an exorcist"

Exorcists are not supposed to have feelings. There is no love, no hate, only mission.

Thinking wildly, my hair moved slightly because of the wind.

"Girl, what's going on with that gust of wind just now?"

Landor knew that there must be things he wanted to know, including that terrifying power. Perhaps, perhaps, he was also attracted by a kind of power.

Master said that some things in the world are predestined. For example, fate.

(End of chapter)

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