The dawn is coming.

The eastern sky began to turn white, the stars faded from their brilliance, and the sky was dyed a dreamy rosy hue.

The darkness inside the house seemed to be blown away by the morning breeze.

The young man was dressed in a green shirt, holding a brush in his hand, sitting at his desk, his handsome face as clear and clean as the morning dew.

"Miss Lu," Gu Xu said softly, "Actually, I don't mind. It's true. ”

Lu Shiyao's remnant soul did not respond.

In the quiet room, only her suppressed sobs sounded.

Gu Xu sighed.

He knew that man was a magical creature.

They can be strong and can endure any unimaginable pain when necessary; But in the end, it is always easy to plant in a very soft place.

For example, Lu Shiyao's remnant soul, for the obsession of revenge, waited strongly for fifteen years in this long dark night, but the moment he saw the dawn, he could no longer suppress the urge to cry.

Gu Xu felt that he should try to comfort this painful girl.

According to her mood notes on the colorful flowers, she barely smiled after her mother's death.

Therefore, Gu Xu hopes that when she dissipates into the world, she can temporarily let go of her former sorrows.

Lu ...... Miss Shiyao? ”

“…… Well? ”

"Has anyone ever told you before that your name is nice?"

"I didn't ...... No. ”

"Is this what your father did for you?"

"No, it's ...... It's my mother. ”

"Then now, I want to say to you seriously," Gu Xu turned around, the smile on his face was as bright as the morning sun, "'Miss Lu, you have a nice name'." ”

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

"Because...... The moment I first heard your name, I thought of a sentence - 'Life is not only about the present, but also about poetry and distance'. ”

Lu Shiyao didn't say anything, but the sobbing suddenly stopped.

She was listening to him intently.

"The machine spirit once said that she felt pity that we didn't live in the same era," Gu Xu paused for a moment and continued, "Actually...... I also regret this.

"Because, if we were born in the same era, I would at least have a competitor who is equal in terms of talent and learning, and can experience the joy of meeting opponents.

"It won't be like now, you can only stand alone on the top of the mountain, sighing 'how lonely it is to be invincible'."

Lu Shiyao suddenly laughed.

Her laughter is like her person, gentle, restrained, restrained.

But Gu Xu could feel it, and her mood seemed to have become a lot lighter.

"Childe is really confident." She said in a hoarse voice.

"Thanks for the compliment." Gu Xu responded with a smile.

Chu Fengge stood to the side, silently listening to the conversation between the two.

"Gu Xu, this kid, how did he become more braggart than me?" He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

…………

When the first rays of sunlight shone into Su Xue Yuan, Gu Xu stood up and left the room with Chu Fengge, which had shed tears and blood.

The moment he crossed the threshold, he looked back one last time, and then walked unwaveringly forward.

He was also in a hurry to go to the Exorcism Division of Qingzhou Mansion to receive his own merits, which he used to exchange for pills and improve his cultivation.

Sadness, melancholy, is undoubtedly an extremely luxurious emotion for him.

His life in this world, at the beginning, was already dusk.

He must seize every minute and every second, and run forward with all his might, in order to grasp that faint glimmer of hope before death catches up with him.

In fact, he has not always been strong in this process.

Countless late nights of cultivating alone, he had also hesitated and complained.

But in the end, he chose to walk down the bumpy road with a smile on his face.

Because he doesn't want to regret it, and he doesn't want to disappoint the people who care about him.

I don't want to live up to Chen Jisheng's snow ginseng, and I don't want to live up to Shi Xiaohan's elixir.

…………

Walking through the verandah, through the courtyard, passing through the hall and the hanging flower gate, and bypassing the mottled shadow wall of the south gate, Gu Xu and Chu Fengge finally walked out of the gate of the Lu Mansion.

Wei Jiusi, a thousand households in Qingzhou Mansion, had already prepared a carriage and was waiting for them outside the gate.

And those Exorcism Division cultivators who had been trapped in the murderous mansion also left this terrible ice prison one after another at this time, with the joy of the rest of their lives clearly written on their faces.

"Lord Gu has successfully solved the evil ghosts in the murderous mansion, and he is really a great hero of my Qingzhou Mansion," as soon as he saw Gu Xu, Wei Jiusi immediately greeted him into the carriage and said enthusiastically, "Sure enough, as rumored, young and promising, wise and brave."

"The Chief already knows about this. After you return to the Yamen, he wants to have a telecommunication conversation with you using the teleportation circle. ”

Wei Jiusi is a five-grade thousand-household, and Gu Xu is an eight-grade experience.

It stands to reason that Wei Jiusi can call Gu Xu by his name.

However, perhaps because he felt that Gu Xu had an extraordinary background, perhaps because he was shocked by Gu Xu's amazing efficiency in solving the Lu family's murderous mansion overnight, or maybe because he thought that Gu Xu was about to be rewarded and reused by the head of the department, he inadvertently used the title of "adult".

"Lord Wei has won the prize." The corners of Gu Xu's mouth raised slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

History is really a little girl who dresses up.

Inadvertently, the lonely and melancholy girl became a "ghost who does a lot of evil"; And Tang Hui, who tortured and killed innocents, became a gentleman who killed relatives in righteousness.

When boarding the carriage, Gu Xu took one last glimpse at the abandoned Lu family's old mansion.

I saw that its walls were crumbling and deserted.

The snow and ice have long since melted.

The traces of blood have long since faded.

It's like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest, and the white land is really clean.

At this time, Gu Xu suddenly found that he had an extra pale pink flower note in his pocket.

He took it out and found that a line of words was written on it in Juan Xiu's hairpin flower letters:

"May the son be well, and he will live forever."

…………

At the same time, Suxue Zhai is inside.

The spirit of the "Amazing Pen" stood in front of the window, looking at the eastern sky.

Beside her, a slender girl appeared at some point.

Her body was translucent, floating three inches above the ground.

She wore a blood-stained plain white dress, half of her face was beautiful, but the other half of her face was bloody, sunken and deformed, and the wounds were hideous and terrible.

On her wrists, she also wore a pair of heavy shackles.

Scars, shackles, and hoarse voices were all the marks of hatred on her remnant.

Over the years, it was these hatreds that made her a feared demon in the Lu Mansion in Qingzhou.

But now, she looked at the rising sun, with a foolish smile on her face, like an innocent child.

At her feet, there were more than twenty pieces of shredded colored paper.

There were all sorts of messages written on the paper.

For example, "all the way to the lucky star, summoning the Ding Qi Zhong, rich and Qu Shuo, rich and longevity test", such as "the joy of life is in the heart of each other", such as "the bosom friend is sincere, the son can't be different", such as "the son laughs like a sunny day"......

But she was not satisfied, and tore them all to shreds.

In the end, what she sent to Gu Xu's pocket was just a simple sentence - "May the son be well and have to live forever." ”

"Ah Hong, do you know what makes me happiest right now?" She said to the machine spirit.

"Miss, what is it?"

"I didn't let him see me so ugly," she said, smiling, "and then he will remember me as the flawless me in the mural." ”

The machine spirit sighed softly.

She knows that her young lady has been growing up in an environment of indifference and lack of love, and any little kindness from the outside world will be firmly recorded in her heart.

For example, the book inkstone back then, to a large extent, was just fulfilling the duty of a maid. But Lu Shiyao regarded her as a true friend, and took her inseparable with him, for fear that she would leave.

The "immortal son" who just left today may be the same.

Others think that she is the famous "No. 1 Beauty in Jiaodong", the most dazzling talented woman in the Lu family, and the proud daughter of the sky who has mastered famous weapons.

But in fact, she is just a girl shivering in the bitter winter, huddled in a corner, longing for the early spring sun.

"Ah Hong, you must know that he is a very dazzling person," I only heard Lu Shiyao say softly, "like this morning sun, it can dispel all shadows."

"Standing beside him, a person like me, who has been distorted by hatred, will really be ashamed of himself......"

"Miss......" Ji Ling sighed softly, quietly grabbing her sleeve.

The sun was rising, and the warm rays were shining on them.

At this moment, the shackles on Lu Shiyao's wrists disappeared, the blood stains on her skirt disappeared, and the scars on her face disappeared.

She has regained her former beauty.

"Ah Hong, no matter what, tomorrow is a new day, right?"

As she spoke, she and the machine spirit melted into a dreamlike golden bubble before gradually dissipating.

…………

The top of Yishan Mountain.

It is a place of near-seclusion, with piles of snow and ice that have not melted for thousands of years.

This is the territory of the Snow Maiden and the forbidden area of the Terrans.

At this moment, a young girl stands on the top of a mountain, condescendingly looking down on the earth.

She was slender, wearing a plain white dress, standing barefoot on the snow, her long black hair fluttering in the wind.

There were only two colors in her—the deepest and most distant black, and the purest and brightest white.

In this snow, she looks extraordinarily pure and clear, and her skin glows softly.

It's perfect like a doll carved out of ice.

And on her face, there was no expression, and she looked extremely indifferent.

She was silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly.

"It's annoying."

Her voice was ethereal, melodious, ethereal, and unadulterated with the slightest emotion.

Just like the ice of this cold mountain.