What is the experience of being forced to confess

There was a girl with disheveled hair who knelt down in front of Mr. Bianxi, kowtowed in panic and cried, with tears rolling down her eyes: "Holy Inquisitor, I know you are omnipotent, so I beg you, save him..."

The white forehead bumped against the hard stone steps, gradually dripping blood, and was soaked by the falling tears. You don't know why such a petite girl has so much blood and so many tears , but also understand that all of this is for one person.

The person she loved got sick and died soon. No matter how many medicines are used, there is no way to bring them back. Ordinary people can only accept it, but the girl in front of her refused to give up. She cried hoarsely and kowtowed, no matter how ruthless she was His god, in front of this heart-rending cry, will definitely be moved.

Ben Xijun’s condescending heart couldn’t help trembling because of it. He said: “Sincere tears are the best tribute a believer can give to God.” her lover.

To him at the time, this was just a trivial matter, but it reminded him of that girl again when he heard the news of her death a few years later.The person who made her kowtow 99 heads and knelt for two hours died in the end, so she went with him. The attendant sent her a letter to Mr. Benxi, in which she wrote: "Although the end is still approaching, I am sincerely grateful to the Holy Inquisitor, and thank you for your miracle for extending our time for these few years. Even if it is very short, I am willing to give everything."

Those who know about this incident will inevitably sigh for a while, and Mr. Benxi also understands that this is the inevitable end.Maybe the girl believed until she died that his miracles could bring people back to life and change lives, but she didn't understand the price to be paid for being given these things.Or, even if she knew it well, she would still be willing to accept it, even if Ben Xijun said that if he wanted to be cured, he would need to change his life, she would nod and agree without hesitation.

There are so many kinds of people in the world, but when they fall in love with someone, they all seem to be the same.Love can make a person extraordinarily fragile, but also extraordinarily strong, becoming unafraid of harm, unafraid of death, and no matter what.

At that time, the Bian Xijun would not have imagined that one day he would face the same situation, but he didn't know where to call for a miracle to give some guidance and light to this hopeless valley.After stumbling for an unknown amount of time, he staggered and walked with Du Wuyu in his arms, his footsteps were flimsy, his body was soaked in water, and he was extremely muddy.Guling Shiyan did let them go, but he was powerless to think about whether he would send people to continue hunting them down.

The rain was still falling, splashing water from his chaotic steps, he looked up, the mountain forest was covered by the vast rain, and he couldn't see the way forward in the torrential rain.The wet eyelashes trembled, and there were water marks winding down. He turned his head, wanting to know how far he had run, but only saw the deep and shallow footprints along the way, and the dazzling drops on the grass along the road. of blood.

That's Du Wuyu's.As if awakened suddenly, he hugged the person in his arms tightly in fear, then stepped back suddenly, leaned against a tree and sat down.He couldn't walk anymore, the long-term torment and the turmoil in his heart made him on the verge of collapse, even if the overwhelming flood followed, he was powerless to avoid it, and waited willingly to be swallowed by it.

But before that, he had to save Du Wuyu.The old wound has not healed, and if the meridians are cut off, the body that is on the verge of desperation must not be able to support it.The huge pain made Du Wuyu faint, as cold and quiet as a corpse, only the red marks on the lips and dripping blood flowers showed vitality, but they were also very thin, like a tiny stream of water, gently swaying Cut off, it is completely broken.

Bian Xijun is not sure whether Du Wuyu can persist until he takes him back to Youmenglou. He dare not gamble on the possibility.He embraced the icy body, pressed his cheek to the bloodless lips, Benxi-kun said hoarsely: "I don't deserve what you do."

There was an uproar of the rain, as if the whole mountain was shaken in it, and no matter how tenacious things seemed fragile in front of the force of nature.

"You are always like this, no matter what others have done, as long as you have been kind to you, you can't be unfeeling." Benxi-kun rubbed that face, and said hoarsely, with tears in his throat, "I know you You will come to save me, because you are such a person, just..." His voice was choked up for a moment, he couldn't continue, he curled up like a bird in the wind and rain, folded his wings at the place he loved, Even if the mountains and rain continued, and the heavens and the earth returned to the vastness, they still couldn't make him get away.

For many years, this love has been wrapped around his ankles like a silk thread, once it breaks, it will fall from the sky and fall to pieces.Ben Xijun hugged the body in his arms tightly, like holding back a fleeting dream. In his gradually trance-like mind, he heard the sound of his footsteps approaching from behind. He didn't look back, but straightened his back and said: "Are you still here?"

You Senhan's sword touched his neck, and the Liufu seal ring was washed by the rain to reveal a bright cold light. This sword that was handed over will one day turn against its master.Bian Xijun said flatly: "Guling Shiyan promised that he would let us go."

Yishiqiu looked at him and smiled: "But he didn't promise not to send people to chase him."

"That's right." Bian Xijun said softly, "Because he regards me and Yijian Fenghui as hidden dangers, as long as it is someone he cannot fully control, he will not let it go at ease."

He looked up at Isshiki, and said clearly: "And you must be the same in his eyes."

Yishiqiu's eyes moved, and the blade hissed around like a snake, with a little blood oozing from the bottom.Ben Xijun sat there silently, as if he didn't feel any pain, the rain was pouring down on his face, like polishing a stubborn stone at the bottom of a river.

"He said the same thing when he asked me to chase you." Yishiqiu said suddenly.

"What?" Ben Xijun said.

"You are variable, as long as it is variable, he will not let it go." Yishiqiu raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's why I'm here."

The rain hit the sword body, making a warm and clear sound like pearls and jade, and the wet sword tassel couldn't help seeping water.With a flash of cold light, like a white rainbow flashing across the sky, Yishiqiu removed the sword.

"So I decided to let you go."

"Do you think I can go now?" Ben Xijun smiled wryly.

Yishiqiu sighed and said: "So you should rest for a while, here is at least two hours' walk from Youmenglou."

He put his sword back into its sheath, turned and left, Bian Xijun didn't look at him, but silently lowered his head, staring at Du Wuyu again.

The two-hour journey would at least double for him, and Du Wuyu definitely couldn't wait for that time.The end of mountains and rivers is a dead end, and what can be waited in the middle of a dead end is a miracle.

Miracles are created by gods, and Benji-kun used to be a symbol of gods.

"I will definitely save you." He said so firmly, as if he had never believed in his own power so much.His gradually shining eyes are like candles that cannot be extinguished by wind and rain, trembling scorchingly, but when the eyes fall on Du Wuyu's face, they become gentle again, just like everything in the world, There are many good things, but they can't compare with this person at this time.

Ben Xi-kun leaned down, pressed his cold face against it, and rubbed it carefully and slowly, like a docile animal attached to its owner.When the cheeks rubbed against each other separated again, Mr. Bianxi lowered his eyes, his eyes had become extremely sharp, but when he pressed his fingers on Du Wuyu's chest and exerted a little force, he felt uncomfortable. As if awakening the remaining mind of the other party, Du Wuyu's lips moved, murmuring in sleepiness.

What is he saying?The restless rain made the murmur difficult to discern, and Benji-kun had to put his ear close to those trembling lips.He listened carefully, as if a believer was waiting for God's will. Suddenly, his eye sockets turned red, and something flowed from those tired eyes and mixed into the meandering rainwater.

Du Wuyu was saying: "Ben Xijun..."

Such low and weak words knocked endless ripples in his heart. Mr. Benxi closed his eyes and trembled like a sieve. He thought, enough, enough... After years of suffering, The endless oppression and patience were all repaid at this moment by this meager call. In his life, he might never have such a satisfying moment again.

Benxi-kun laughed, and tears still flowed from his closed eyelashes, like a narrow lake in his heart, overflowing with the short-lived rain, he groped for the face with his fingers, and hesitated Lowering his head, his lips brushed past like a dragonfly on water.

He thought it was all worth it.