What is the experience of being forced to confess

Du Wuyu looked out the window silently.The sky has completely darkened, and there are only black holes, only the white raindrops flicker occasionally, like a huge spinning shuttle hanging between the sky and the earth, connected with fine and lingering weaving threads.

The branches and leaves are sparse, and the rain is falling, which is different from the sound of gold and iron with thorns in the wind, which is a calming sound.Du Wuyu's heart was not at peace, the pale and bright rain was hitting his heart, and occasionally his thoughts turned, and when his chest became hot, he was extinguished by the cool water.His hands were clasped tightly on the head of the bed, the curtain on the top was lowered, and a few strands of tassels hanging from the corners were like affectionate fingers, lingering on his shoulders.

The shadows of the trees outside the window shook, rustled and trembled, like ghosts transformed from cloudy air in the rain.In this continuous rain, are there really resentful souls who were suddenly awakened and fled in a hurry?Such misty water vapor may even make ghosts feel uneasy... Du Wuyu suddenly remembered the last look before he left, the bewildered Mr. Benji standing under the tree, standing upright, like a person who doesn't know how to feel warm or cold stone statue.It has been raining intermittently for a few days, but is Bian Xijun still there, if not, will he come to see him again?

Du Wuyu suddenly shuddered, and he covered his forehead, unable to think any more.He climbed off the bed, trembling and stretched out his fingertips out of the window, those cold drops of water fell on his palm, condensing the restlessness in his chest, he let out a deep breath, and slumped down very tiredly.

In the misty rain, those ghostly black shadows suddenly approached and far away, scattered like fog, and suddenly touched his hand.A thin voice suddenly floated in Du Wuyu's heart, arousing his lingering melancholy, and he murmured to the thick black rain scene: "Thrush, are you there?..."

The rain was falling and the wind was rustling, which sounded very gentle, reminding him of the girl Schumann's whispers.But the rain dripping on his hands was so cold, sticking to his chest along his fingertips, as if his heart was going to be frozen.He called out again: "Thrush, are you there?" Du Wuyu closed his eyes, felt the moisture spreading from his skin, and said pleadingly: "If you still know, can you tell me—"

Like a man at the end of his life, he asked in a panicked tone: "What should I do?"

The only answer to him was the endless rain. This sky is so tolerant, it can withstand countless clouds and rain, unlike ordinary people who are always easily crushed.Du Wuyu listened for a long time, then retracted his hand exhaustedly, and closed the window.For a while, the outside sounds seemed to disappear, and the water vapor was blocked out of the window, leaving this peaceful corner, which seemed warm and quiet, but the seductive and uneasy melancholy dormant in the rainy night was still stubbornly following the window crack Climb inward.

The wind blew away the shadows of the trees, revealing the dim yellow dancing candlelight on another attic. In the warm light, Bu Xiangchen combed his long hair with a mirror, and carefully painted his eyebrows.There are peach branches inserted in the bronze vase, and the flower faces reflect each other. Although there are always complicated things that cause troubles, the love of women for their appearance is always incomparable to other things.Du Wuyu seems to be very interested in her moth green, and often looks at the finely carved ink cartridges, is it hurt by the scene?She thought, that girl who only exists in memories seems to be called Thrush...

Bu Xiangchen was really surprised when he sent them out for an outing, only to see Du Wuyu come back.No matter what you say, you are trying to pry some words out of the other party's mouth, but the result made even her feel distressed and helpless.These two people have very different personalities, but they both accept death, and when they tie the knot, everyone else tries to untie it, but they insist on tying it tighter and tighter.The female doctor sighed rather melancholy, her slender eyebrows were slanted by half an inch when her hands were careless for a moment, and when she looked at the mirror briefly, she was even more gloomy.

"We must find Mr. Bianxi first..." She said softly, putting down her pen.The sound of rain hitting the paper umbrella could be heard in the distance, and the girl's satin shoes stepped on the wet mud and hurried into the house.The maid took away the umbrella. It was originally painted with vivid birds, but it was probably worn out, faded and blurred by water.

"Master, someone outside asked me to give you this." The girl said, took a letter from her sleeve, and handed it over.Bu Xiangchen wiped the corners of Hua Hua's eyebrows, stretched out his hand to catch them, but heard a wind blowing outside, making a shattering sound, like a huge bird falling from the forest, breaking countless branches along the way. Xiangchen's fingertips trembled.The rain outside the house became a little heavier, and it probably rained heavily again.

Half an hour ago, the rain had never been like this.It was sparse and scattered, like a dumb and stagnant qin music, intermittently played, not very fluently scattered among the sea of ​​clouds on the twelve waves of the blue peak.Occasionally, a few strands slipped into the cups on the stone table, so thin that they could not be seen clearly, and this thing for hospitality was useless at this time. The three people here were on alert, forming a subtle confrontation Bureau.

Bian Xijun took a few steps back subconsciously, in front of him, Guling Siyan's smoggy eyes were nailed coldly on his face.Is this exposing, questioning, or doing nothing?He was thinking vigilantly, hiding his fingers under his sleeves, rubbing them a few times, and seemed to realize that he had lost the weapon to protect himself.

Yishiqiu had no intention of smoothing things over, and stood aside with his hands behind his back, holding the land seal he had just received.The dim sky gradually pressed down, almost covering Grandmaster Yandu's dark gray hair, his cloudy eyes looked indifferent and cold, but on his face, the smile he was used to gradually appeared.Guling Shiyan said slowly: "Bian attacking the emperor, making irresponsible remarks about people's merits, is not an act of integrity."

Bian Xijun has settled down, raised the tip of his eyes slightly, his eyes could have been plucked out on a person, and said simply: "Grandmaster Yandu has never been very candid in his actions."

He still remembered how Guling Shiyan harmed Du Wuyu, so he couldn't help but speak harshly.The other party still didn't get angry, but just said casually: "I came this time, it was just an invitation to go to Ao Shou, I never wanted to bump into you here."

Seeing that Bian Xijun didn't answer, Guling Shiyan plucked his hair and smiled warmly.He said: "Why did you come here? The Holy Inquisitor is not very busy, but he took the time to come to Lanfeng Twelve Waves, which is why I had to meet. I don't know if this is a chance encounter, or is it a doomed fate?"

His attitude is calm and gentle, and his voice is soothing, but it is like water winding under a glacier, the deeper it flows, the colder it becomes.When the river finally froze at the end, Guling Shiyan's words stopped, but his hand began to move, gently pressing on Baidai Kunwu's dark sword hilt.

A grand master with a black heart and a black sword, perhaps he should wear a pair of black gloves to be considered complete.Bian Xijun stepped on his feet, concentrated his strength, and secretly twisted the formula on his fingers to ensure that there would be a buffer when he made a sudden move.The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum in front of him did not move his sword, moved his toes lightly, in a posture of gaining momentum, but he just said indifferently: "The holy inquisitor who has always been busy, even if he has a grudge against the ancient mausoleum, he is powerless. -"

Hearing a burst of sword blade piercing in the air, he aimed at Bian Xijun's shoulder, and instantly slashed diagonally.Bai Dai Kunwu's flying sword tassels are like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, the sword light swirls, and wraps around directly, Bian Xijun is on guard, immediately backs up, raises his head to dodge, and is still cut by a corner of his clothes like a piece of paper .Figures staggered, dodging and attacking, and the dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum was approaching quickly, the sword was flying, but the words in the mouth did not stop: "How can the ancient mausoleum give you a chance to realize it!"

Bian Xijun's heart tightened, knowing that the other party has regarded him as a hidden danger, and he will not let him be harmed. He formed a seal on his hand and turned into a black feather flying around, but he saw Baidai Kunwu's white light turning and chirping , Like the rising sun breaking through the darkness, driving away the spells in a blink of an eye.He couldn't draw back in time, and he didn't have the six Fu seal rings in his hand, so he was even more clumsy. Gu Ling's attack was swift, and he was attacking his siblings horizontally and diagonally, but it seemed that he wanted to restrain him and attack the king. Feeling a chill in his heart, he opened his eyes and said sharply: "Ao Shou!"

Isshiki, who was fighting on the outside, did not move, but seemed to be watching flowers in the garden, smiling slightly.Bian Xijun was in a state of disarray, unable to support himself alone, with a few locks of hair cut off, he was like a bird that had no intention of stepping into a trap, fluttering its wings, but had nowhere to fly away, only feeling a burst of heartbeat.The cloud was heavy and drooping, pressing on the top of the person, as if the heavens were going to crush him on the ground, he shouted hoarsely: "Ao Shou, between thirteen knives, we shouldn't harm each other!"

"You brought it to your door, how can you blame me?" Yiseqiu said lightly, Bian Xijun's chest froze, Guling Shiyan flipped his hand and swung his sword, and swept his lower body, forcing him to fall backwards.Bai Dai Kunwu raised slightly upwards, pierced his sleeve, pointed the sword point at Bian Xijun's chin, and was about to cut it, but suddenly heard a sharp "Dang Clang" in his ear, a sword was across the head and neck, and was about to slash the smoke Grandmaster Du seized his weapons, and Bian Xijun was still in shock, but when he looked around, it was the seal ring of Liufu, which he was very familiar with.

Yishiqiu stood behind him, holding a sword handle, his eyes were calm.Bian Xijun only felt a place in his heart sink suddenly, he opened his lips to speak, but before he could speak, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his neck, and the pain hit his limbs and bones made him limp immediately, like a broken thread The puppet lost its strength and fell to the ground.

His stature is weak, his long messy hair hangs over his pale face, his originally clean face is stained with dust and mud, Ben Xijun is breathing hard in a coma, his brows are still furrowed unwillingly, like a loser Down and out.Yishiqiu bent down and looked at it for a moment, then said casually: "It is true that Shisan Dao should not harm each other, but how can I harm you?"

Gu Ling Shi Yan put his sword back into its sheath and walked to his side.Grandmaster Yandu's shoes stepped on Bian Xijun's sleeve, crushing the fine cloth into the soil, and Yishiqiu added softly: "It's just borrowed from someone else."

The sky was getting darker, and white rain fell from time to time, spreading on the bloodless lips, like Bi Xing sympathizing with him, giving him the only sweet rain.However, the dew was so cold, depriving his heart of the last bit of warmth, Ben Xi-kun's breathing gradually lowered, and the restless and thin voice faded away, like sinking into a deep water, which could not be heard.

Yishiqiu brushed the raindrops on his clothes, and wrote lightly: "He still takes it for granted." The head of the celestial burial Thirteen Knives glanced at the ancient mausoleum, and asked: "Leave him, I don't know what the Great Master has planned. ?”

Guling Shiyan said: "Luring ghosts to your door."

"Oh?" Yishiqiu looked up at the gray sky. In the dark sky, the continuous sea of ​​clouds was overwhelming, looking like a surging river of darkness.He said, "Although the weather is cloudy now, there may not be ghosts."

Guling Shiyan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes darkened like ink.His smile deepened, and he took the time to look sideways at the person lying on the ground: "How can a person who should have died be a ghost?"