In Xue Nu's eyes, Gu Xu's poems have a unique charm.
Like the poems she wrote herself, they have rhythm, rhetoric, imagination, and artistic conception.
Like exquisite embroidery, like beautiful gongbi painting.
Carefully crafted, it can be called a masterpiece.
But we cannot escape the invisible shackles of worldly knowledge - for example, snow must be soft, fallen flowers must be desolate, and autumn must be lonely.
Gu Xu is different.
His poems contain a pride that defies all else, a madness that dares to ignore the rules and do the opposite.
Most people can't write it. She didn't come out either.
Her eyes closed and opened.
The water drops on the stone wall fell on the palm of her hand, forming a thin layer of ice, and then turned into a piece of colorful flower paper, on which a few lines of beautiful and neat words appeared out of thin air.
Then she quickly clenched her fists.
The flower note in the palm of my hand seemed to turn into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.
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Seven days go by in a blink of an eye.
When Gu Xu finished his practice, he looked up and saw the snow girl walking up to him carrying a small bowl made of ice and snow.
Compared with the past few days, the Snow Girl today seems to be less calm and calm.
When she was close to Gu Xu, she deliberately closed her eyes, turned her head slightly, and pursed her pale lips slightly, as if she was trying to suppress some impulse.
Her posture made Gu Xu couldn't help but think of the female classmates in the previous life who wanted to stay in shape and swallowed silently when facing delicious food.
Of course, Gu Xu knew very well that the delicacy in Xue Nu's eyes was him.
"Blood?" Gu Xu tried to guess what she was thinking.
"Yes." Snow Girl nodded lightly.
Gu Xu knew that it was time for him to pay the first commission for this fierce bodyguard.
So he cut his palm again, and the bright red blood slowly flowed into the ice bowl, which looked particularly dazzling against the white snow.
The snow girl frowned slightly, and the hand holding the ice bowl began to tremble.
When less than half of the bowl was filled with blood, she suddenly disappeared like a phantom, and then appeared on the other side of Gu Xu, her cold fingertips touching his throat.
Gu Xu sat there, motionless.
He didn't seem to realize that the snow girl's move might kill him, but instead just regarded it as a small slapstick.
Of course, despite his calm expression, he had actually been prepared to use "Time" and "Cosmos" for a long time - once the snow girl really took action, he would teleport and escape without hesitation.
The snow girl's movements suddenly stopped.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then withdrew her hand.
"Sorry," she lowered her head and whispered, "I...I didn't want to hurt you, I just couldn't control it for the moment..."
"It's okay," Gu Xu said with a faint smile, "Miss Lu saved my life. Even if it really takes my life, I have no regrets."
The snow girl stopped talking, her eyelashes fluttering gently in the wind.
If such words were said to Shi Xiaohan, her cheeks and earlobes would turn red.
But the snow girl is a ghost, not a human.
She doesn't blush. Gu Xu couldn't judge her mood at the moment.
He just hoped to evoke more of her human emotions.
After a brief silence, Xue Nu raised her head and said to Gu Xu seriously: "Thank you."
Then like a cloud of smoke, he disappeared in front of Gu Xu, holding an ice bowl filled with blood.
Gu Xu could guess that she wanted to find a place where he couldn't see her and eat secretly.
A strange feeling arose in his mind - as if he had turned into a cow, or a hen laying eggs, being raised at home and constantly providing food for him.
About half an hour later, the snow girl appeared in front of him again.
Although she still looked indifferent, the pressure on her body was no longer as strong as before, and the air around her was no longer as biting.
"Let's go!" she said. "Where are you going? I'll go with you."
Hearing this, Gu Xu couldn't help but silently thought to himself: He is indeed a ferocious ghost, and he does things neatly and neatly.
He looked at the snow girl's beautiful face, and then at her bare feet that were carved like ice and snow under her plain white dress. He pondered for a moment and said, "Miss Lu, before we set off, maybe... we need to make some preparations."
"What preparation?"
"Your appearance is too dazzling. If you appear directly in a human town, it will definitely cause a sensation," he explained. "You have to do some disguise."
"Well, it's up to you." Xue Nu nodded, but the expression on her face did not change at all because of Gu Xu's complimentary words.
Gu Xu took out a few pieces of rune paper and quickly drew complex runes one after another on them with the "Jinghong Pen".
After he finished drawing the talisman seals and reciting the incantation, the talisman papers turned into a power fence and a pair of white embroidered shoes.
"Please put them on, Miss Lu," Gu Xu handed them both to Snow Girl's hands, "I attached a spell to them, which can blur your appearance so that others can't see clearly."
The snow girl took the power fence and embroidered shoes, turned around and disappeared again.
When she reappeared, the power fence covered her dark hair and her otherworldly face. The mist-like gauze hung down to her waist, and her slender and graceful figure was looming.
The mysterious and awe-inspiring temperament is like a steep and magnificent snow peak hidden behind the clouds and mist.
Gu Xu looked at her and was quite surprised at first sight.
I can only marvel at the otherworldly beauty of the snow girl, which cannot be covered by ordinary magic.
Then his eyes slowly moved down and landed on her toes.
"Miss Lu," he coughed twice and reminded, "your shoes are on backwards."
"Um?"
The snow girl looked down at her feet, feeling a little at a loss.
Some styles of embroidered shoes from the Daqi Dynasty look very similar on the left and right sides in appearance alone, but if worn backwards, there will be obvious discomfort.
"Your shoes are on backwards," Gu Xu repeated what he just said, "Miss Lu, do you feel uncomfortable on your feet when you wear shoes like this?"
The snow girl hesitated for a while, then shook her head slightly.
"I'm unconscious," she said.
"Unconscious?" Gu Xu frowned slightly.
"Um."
The snow girl paused and explained softly that she didn't feel anything when she touched things, nor could she feel the surrounding temperature. Even the sense of smell and taste are very different from humans——
All she could smell and taste was the prey.
Everything else is bland.
Because of this, for her, there was no difference between wearing embroidered shoes and walking barefoot in the snow, so she naturally put on the shoes backwards.
"Don't you feel any pain?" Gu Xu looked at her with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
"Well," Yuki-onna responded, "Unless it hurts the soul, it won't hurt."
At this time, she remembered the scene half an hour ago, and her eyes fell on the wound on Gu Xu's palm.
"Sir, um... when you cut the skin just now, it must have hurt a lot, right?"
She tried to remember how she felt when she was human so long ago.
She recalled that when she was learning embroidery as a child, she pricked her fingertip with an embroidery needle, and the blood flowed out. The pain made her shed tears.
These memories have long since faded.
But after seeing Gu Xu's wounds and talking about the disappearing consciousness, it became clear again.
"Fortunately," Gu Xu chuckled, "For a man, this little pain is nothing."
"Feel sorry."
The snow girl lowered her eyes and apologized to him once again.
"It's okay. I'm happy to bleed for Miss Lu." Gu Xuhun said nonchalantly.
He thought that, except for the snow girl, there should be no strong person in the world who was so easy to deceive with the strength of a saint.
(End of chapter)
