Goddesses are born

Anyway, I have almost practiced today, and I just cleared the task that I have been doing for a long time.Gu Zhinian nodded, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he turned down from the ring, rejected Xie Jin's application to ride together, got on his white horse, and the two of them rode away side by side.

After that, neither of them thought about gossip about what the forum would be like, and they didn't say a few words on the way. Xie Jin originally talked less, but Gu Zhinian was afraid that if he talked too much, he would lose it, and the atmosphere was very dull.

Gu Zhinian went to the Zhaixing Tower to pick up Su Si. The fox demon was squatting on Gu Zhinian's shoulder. When he saw Xie Jin, he rolled to the ground. After a puff of green smoke, a translucent humanoid fox demon appeared.

Su Sihu lowered her ears and approached Xie Jin, and the wind lifted her thin sleeves.Her long and narrow fox eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Xie Jin's eyes: "Why is Jiaoyue Ji's knife with you?"

On her pale face, the blood-red demon lines began to spread and grow along with the voice.The black pupils also began to expand until they filled the entire eye sockets, and the whites of the eyes disappeared.

Xie Jin didn't change his face: "I haven't seen the Jiaoyue Ji you mentioned. I found the knife in the holy spring."

Su Si looked her up and down. Under that gaze, Xie Jin felt that the veil covering her face was useless. The not sharp but pervasive gaze gave her a great sense of oppression, as if she was suffocating under the water. .

"You are very similar to her..." The fox muttered to himself: "The ears, the eyes, I like Yin... Did you kill her? Are you her clan?"

Xie Jin resisted the pressure and insisted on her own statement: "I have never seen the Jiaoyue Ji you mentioned, and I didn't kill her. I got the knife with my own strength."

Su Si looked at her coldly, and with just this glance, a pinprick-sized red spot flashed in the center of her black eyes.The moment she saw the red dot, Xie Jin felt chills all over her body and was startled.

"You didn't lie."

"I do not have."

"I'm not asking you. I've already confirmed it." Su Si concluded indifferently, her eyes were black and shrunk, revealing the whites of her eyes, the demon lines on her face gradually faded, and she stopped paying attention to Xie Jin.She floated to Gu Zhinian's side, and asked very calmly, "Did you find any clues when my soul was adjusting my breathing in the desert?"

For some reason, Gu Zhinian felt that when the fox demon heard Jiaoyue Ji, the short-lived gaffe had been exhausted.The emotional part of her body faded again, and she returned to the state where she was so tired that she could no longer express any emotion.

Perfunctory.

The fox demon's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the eyebrows were drawn with extra edges and corners, revealing a signal of maturity and indifference.Compared with the little dancer from the Western Regions in her teens that she saw in Jiaoyue Ji's memories, compared with the soft cheek outline and pretentious smile of the little dancer, it was so different.

The wind and dust are tired and lazy, and the brow bones are sharp;

Love is not general, not a good end.

Gu Zhinian looked at her, no matter what age or era, this fox demon has the capital of youth.She looked at this fox demon who might have been a youth in modern times, and for some reason, these few words came to her mind.

She thought about how beautiful the fox demon was under the crabapple tree when it was in full bloom, and she would never forget it.She replaced the dilapidated and messy star-seeking ruins with Chang'an Jiaofang Waterside Flower Terrace. She saw a dancer sitting on a flower tree in Chang'an's courtyard 50 years ago, with her bare snow-white feet slipping out from under her red skirt.

She raised her head, Haitang had a phantom in her pupils, then passed through the metacarpal bone and fell into the mud.

A youthful ghost.

Gu Zhinian shook his head, recovered from hallucinations and trances, copied the two memories she had obtained from cooperating with Xie Jin in the desert into an empty Shadow Bead, and presented it to Su Si.

Su Si's dark pupils looked at the same crystal-clear bead, but Gu Zhinian didn't know where to look, and unconsciously looked at Su Si's eyes, feeling that those eyes were too dark and too clear, like two pearls. Stone, without any emotion, makes people chill.

Su Si couldn't touch the beads, so Gu Zhinian held them up for her to see.After reading the two memories, she waved her hand to signal Gu Zhinian to put it away.

Then she sighed deeply.

"I really don't want to pursue it any further." She looked at her palm, showing some uncertain irritability, which was also superficial and perfunctory, not completely sincere emotions.

Gu Zhinian was startled: What the hell, is the mission npc going to give up the mission that he posted?It's not that the official piss that likes to surprise players...

"But I still have to look for it." Su Si's next words made Gu Zhinian heave a sigh of relief, and then the fox demon continued, "What if."

She turned her face sideways, her thin lips drooped indifferently, but her chin was raised, her black pupils still could not see any emotional fluctuations, she just stared at the sky for a while, the sun shone down, she looked like a thin and brittle withered Ye, could be broken at any time, but she herself didn't care about this precarious situation.

Gu Zhinian suddenly thought of how to describe this fox demon: she is like a piece of white paper that can be painted over and over again.All her emotions are painted on with a paintbrush. They are superficial, and they are just the colors she wants others to see. Her heart is still pure white, and she has no emotions to touch.

She should have displayed many gorgeous colors before she was alive, but now that she is dead, she no longer needs to show others. She has returned to the appearance of a blank sheet of paper, without joy or sorrow, so tired that she has no way to reconcile the colors.

The only time she really showed her emotions in front of Gu Zhinian was when she heard about Jiaoyue Ji.But now, Jiaoyue Ji's definite memory is here, but it can no longer arouse her fluctuations.

A terrifying thought crashed into Gu Zhinian's mind like thunder: She already knew that Jiaoyue Ji was dead.

With this kind of speculation in mind, she looked at Su Si in surprise and uncertainty.Su Si pushed a crabapple flower in her black hair and pushed it in again.Such simple movements all reveal an unknowing style, such as a lotus brushing the water, and a soft willow facing the wind.

But she herself no longer wants to take advantage of this style, no longer wants to calculate anything deliberately.Because Su Si is dead, she is just a ghost, she has nothing to want.

Gu Zhinian secretly looked at it again, but Su Si didn't show any emotion. She didn't know the sadness or pain of Jiaoyueji's death, nor did she have the kind of hope and anticipation that she didn't know about Jiaoyueji's death. She had no emotion, just Looking at the sky peacefully, the sky is very blue with clouds floating.

Gu Zhinian couldn't guess whether she knew or not, so after a long time, he reminded in a low voice: "Senior, we..."

"Keep looking." Su Si stopped looking at the sky, lowered her eyes, and continued to look at her hands. This time, it was the back of her hands. The five pieces of long armor revealed a strange orange color.

The crumbled and dyed nails of Begonia are of this color, but the color on her nails is natural.When she was alive, she silently reminded her of the debts and fate of her father and mother.

She thought, she seemed to have been in a daze for a long time just now, or maybe she didn't.She thought, in the eyes of Jiaoyue Ji, she was like this back then.She thought, in that beating black-and-white world, her golden skirt was the flying sky on the wall of Dunhuang, the only color.

Many fragmentary fragments flashed back and forth in her mind, and the fox demon felt a little sad, just a little bit.

She covered her face, covered her face for a while, then released it with great restraint, turned back into a little fox and squatted on Gu Zhinian's shoulder, and calmly ordered to the junior: "Let's go."

The horse started to move, and Su Si watched the horse's hooves trampling down on the dusty ground, and murmured, "Actually, in the desert, there is still a memory..."

Ding Dong!

The task prompt has been updated again.This time it is Gu Chinian's task notification update, the progress of Haitang Huayin (desert part) is 2/3, and the total progress is 2/9.

Under Su Si's guidance, they arrived at the oasis of Jinsha Island.Su Si said this: "It was a rare oasis... When I arrived with the leader of the group, it was midsummer. The night was very cool, like water, and there were tall and low lavender growing by the creek."

Many years ago, 50 years ago, at the edge of the low-lying clear water, in the oasis of heaven in the sandbar, among the high and low lavender... In the dead of night, she finished the performance with a handful of water and washed her face with makeup .

A distorted face was reflected on the water, water droplets trickled down from her sharp jaw, and her makeup was messed up.She squinted her eyes wearily, and was about to wash it again, when she suddenly noticed movement behind her.

Swish, the large expanse of purple lavender forest in the night sky and fireflies seems to be emitting a mysterious cluster of purple stars.

Everything is silent, only the sound behind him is particularly clear, rustling, rustling.

She became alert and turned around.It happened that the clump of lavender behind her was pulled away, and an extremely white face poked out from among the grass, with water-blue pupils looking at her.He was caught stalking and peeping, and he didn't have any timidity. He opened his eyes and stared at her blankly.

Pointed chin, high nose bridge, overly white face, long hair messily entangled and draped over shoulders, moonlight flowing, like a shoulder of brook water.

The uninvited guest had pointed and long ears, squatting among the lavender bushes to watch her, Su Si could easily guess her identity—it was the strange person she had teased casually when she watched her dance before.

Then, the uninvited guest raised the muscles of her cheeks, raised the corners of her mouth, and made a "smiling" expression—although it was very blunt, as if she was doing it for the first time, but she was trying to express a certain expression with instinct or the movements of others she had seen. A kind of flattery, a kind of friendliness.

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