What is the experience of being forced to confess

The furthest distance in the world is not life and death.

But I still have breath, but you treat me as a corpse.

Ni Hai Chong Fan is an avant-garde organization.

From the initial marriage in Huanglong Village, the three of them formed a trip, to attracting believers and absorbing the Four Seals, and in the grand development of the grand plan, you can not only hear the lingering love words of Meng Shisheng, but also see the figure of the rainstorm heart slave who is chasing after him.

It can be said to be at the forefront of the times.

However, Du Wuyugui is the founder of the religion, but he doesn't fully agree with the concept of sailing against the sea.First, he was tired of excessive killing, and then his ideals collapsed, and his thoughts were all disheartened, so he sealed it.He is incompatible with the organization he created, and just an hour ago, he thought that the incompatibility was just ideas.

Now Du Wuyu is still lying silently in the wind, his face and lips are pale, and his whole body cannot move, playing the characteristics of "corpse" to the extreme.

Not even the ability to think.If you want to describe it, this feeling is like being designed by the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum before, pierced by the arrow of the ice tower, the blood vessels in the place where it passes are frozen and broken, and the thoughts in the mind are also frozen, and then you are lightly touched. Shattered into pieces of ice all over the ground, it was cold and numb.

He continued to lie with a blank mind for half an hour, but the words of Ben Xijun seemed to be still buzzing beside him.For the first time, every word could be heard clearly, but when connected together, it became words he couldn't understand. It was as if he had strayed into a strange world, and heard another affectionate Ben Xijun confessing to him. Regardless of the master's strong mental shock, he dutifully conveyed these words into his heart, leaving no possibility of self-deception.

Du Wuyu's face was still slightly twitching even though his severely injured body was unable to make large movements.His eyelashes were trembling, veins were emerging on his forehead, his lips were moving, and there seemed to be some goosebumps on his arms. It was unknown whether it was because the environment was too cold or his mood was too complicated.Whether it's his eyes, forehead, lips or arms, they have been touched for a long time by the benevolent gentleman who just left with affection, and he can restrain himself from making any reaction, not even shaking his eyelashes. To Du Wuyu It is truly a miracle.

Du Wuyu has always maintained very complicated emotions towards the gods, because he did have faith, but this faith eventually became an irreparable sin.But at this time, he really wanted to bow down at the feet of the gods like a believer who worships the sea against the sea, pray to God, ask God, and ask God for enlightenment——

What kind of thing did I go through just now?

Du Wuyu's mind was agitated, but Bian Xijun didn't notice it at all. At this time, the holy inquisitor was actively running around on the stage, intending to resurrect Du Wuyu.All kinds of things came one after another, and even the calm and restrained Bian Xijun couldn't help but feel devastated, but what hit him quite hard was the capture of Tianyu.

Wing Tian Damo spoke contemptuously, every word pierced his ears, Bian Xijun felt hesitant, he held back his scruples about cooperating in front of him.Since the opening of the Sen Prison, Nihai Chongfan has begun to fade out of the scene, and the once mighty organization will inevitably fade away.One of the three founders passed away, one was captured, and only one was left standing on the shore of Chonghui Holy Land, who was furious when he heard the bad news. After the 30 life sacrifice, there are only a handful of surviving congregants, and it is like a handful of quicksand pouring down from the fingertips. The situation is unstoppable, but the Benji Lord always does such futile things.

After several twists and turns, Mr. Ben Xi who stepped out of the temple walked heavily, but headed for Yufeng Island.The island that lost its owner was empty, and Ben Xijun stepped into the gazebo on the top of the mountain, without the cover of vegetation, the wind blew gently on his cheeks, and the cool touch also made his mind a little clear.

After leaving Nihai Chongfan, Du Wuyu has been living here.From the mountain, you can see the surging clouds. At this time, the sun is shining, and the sight is very magnificent.The forest was ups and downs, the wind was rustling, and when he was enjoying his eyes and mind, Bian Xijun also felt the pressure in his chest lighten by three points. He let out a breath, stretched out his hand and brushed the railing, and rubbed his palm on the cold wood, as if feeling had left the temperature above.

I don't know what Du Wuyu was thinking when he stood here.

Being far away from the death mark of the world, one must live freely without having to think about complicated affairs.But at this time, there are many things that are pressing on Bian Xijun's heart. Du Wuyu, Sen Prison, Guling Death Smoke, Shenghang Zhe, just one, it is already a headache.Bianxi-kun pressed his forehead, closed his eyes slightly, the wind around him was slow and gentle, like whispering, comforting people to rest, allowing travelers to slow down and take a short rest, so they don't have to worry about the road ahead.

It seems that only thinking about one person or one thing is enough.