What is the experience of being forced to confess

At the same time, Du Wuyu was also sleeping in the cave.

There is no distinction between day and night in the cave, only the sound of water droplets is like a clock leak, boring but endless.Convincing yourself to fall asleep is also a very difficult process, but people who are deeply hit always like to seek help from Zhou Gong, hoping that everything will be as usual when they wake up.

But the dream was also very unpleasant.At first the picture was still very beautiful, the reeds were green and the white dew was frost.Standing in the water, Yi Ren has naturally black hair like ink, with a hairpin inserted.

This figure has not been seen for many years, and Du Wuyu stared at it, missing it very much and feeling very sad.The gentleman who followed Huihui waded into the water, but unfortunately he couldn't take a step, and was grabbed from behind.

So the dream became a nightmare.His body also seemed to be frozen, not swaying, like a puppet being fiddled with, and then a familiar but unfamiliar touch, from the arm, the forehead, all the way, and finally pressed gently on the lips.

Xu Xu's words sounded in his ears, and Du Wuyu thought very painfully in his heart, don't say it, I've heard you say it once.However, the other party continued persistently, the voice changed from blurred to gradually clear, Du Wuyu listened dizzily, but his heart gradually sank, like throwing a stone from a cliff into a deep pool, it was empty for a long time, Only then came the sound of "splash" for a moment.

It was Mr. Benxi who said: "When you wake up, you will hate me."

Du Wuyu had indeed woken up, but she didn't feel any hatred, but felt extremely entangled.He strained the expression on his face, wishing he could clench his teeth tightly and hypnotize himself as a corpse.He also heard the other party continue: "Ben Xi-jun doesn't expect your love extravagantly, so he can naturally accept your hatred. No matter how you look at me, even if you regard me as a devil, Ben Xi-jun is willing to bear it."

The speaker seemed to be immersed in this cruel idea, his voice lowered a little bit, and the fingers pressing on Du Wuyu's body trembled slightly, conveying his inner torment.

Du Wuyu was also suffering in his heart.Ever since he first returned with his five senses and understood the current situation, he knew the severity of the situation he was in.There are two ways, one is to tell the truth frankly and continue to pretend to be dead. However, facing the sincere confession of the emperor, he chose the second one without hesitation.

Telling each other frankly means looking at each other in embarrassment, and continuing to pretend to be dead is also a technical job.Du Wuyu has been in the world for many years and has a wide range of knowledge. He thinks he has the courage to not change his face when the Mount Tai collapses in front of him, but facing this unexpected affection, he has no choice but to escape.

Rainstorm Heart Slave, Rainstorm Heart Slave, you have made me miserable.Du Wuyu's eyes were closed tightly, his teeth were clenched, and his back was dripping with cold sweat.

At this time, the cursed culprit was leaning against a white plum tree, yawning boredly.

Prince Xuanxiao went to discuss political affairs and left him here to watch over Tianyu.This is actually unnecessary, because Tianyu doesn't have the ability to move around at all.She had just been replaced by someone from the Taoist sect by Sen Prison. She had a serious illness and suffered a slap from Mu Zhengrong. At this time, her face was pale and she fell on the seat. The majesty of the navigator is not left.

Rainstorm Xinnu twirled the sickle in his hand, then threw the weapon aside in boredom, and went to break the plum blossoms on the tree.He looked very irritable, but his movements were heavy, tossing and shaking the plum tree tremblingly, the flowers fell to the ground, they were trampled by his feet again, and they were crushed hard into the soil.

Tianyu looked at it and felt it was an eyesore, but she was exhausted and didn't have much thought to speak.Rainstorm Xinnu threw away the flower branch in his hand, walked towards her, squinted his eyes and looked at her bloodless face.

Seeing such a distressed Shenghanger, Rainstorm Xinnu actually felt a little bit of being cheated.He has been obsessed with the eyes of Zoroastrianism for many years, and has been longing for the favor of the great god. He thought that this wish would be realized by joining Nihai Chongfan, but he did not expect that Tianyu would lie to him, saying that his great god is a person who can't even speak. Speaking of idiots.Fortunately, he was not deceived by this, and turned to Prince Xuanxiao's command, seeking the power of God from the totem.Now that he is not what he used to be, but this woman has come to such an embarrassing end, it can be seen that he is a liar.

Stormy Heart Slave gritted his teeth secretly, because of Prince Xuanxiao's order, he did not dare to exceed the rules.He snorted coldly from the tip of his nose, and continued to torture the poor plum tree.

He thought, there is no such thing as sailing against the sea.Jiu Shenlian is a liar, Du Wuyu is a shameless person who stole his father's attention, Bian Xijun... Hmph, Bian Xijun turned against him for an unimportant person, so it can be seen that it is not a good thing.

He gritted his teeth and vented his anger, and suddenly turned around again, staring at Jiushen and said: "Who is Yijian Fenghui, Bian Xijun, who made him treat me like this—"

However, being beaten up is really not something that can be advertised, so Rainstorm Xinnu swallowed the second half of his words.

Jiu Shenlian looked at him coldly, his eyes were dull, as if mocking.Rainstorm Xinnu waited for a while, but felt bored again, and was about to turn around, but heard her suddenly say from behind: "A sword with the wind emblem on Bian Xijun, it will be your nine thousand victories."

Rainstorm Xinnu blinked, as if digesting her words, and suddenly burst out laughing wildly.He smiled very devotedly, leaning against the plum tree, his shoulders trembled, causing the snow-like plum blossoms to fly down one after another.

"Hahahahahaha, that's how it is, that's how it is." The words became broken due to the interspersed laughter, like petals that were trampled under his feet, fragmented, "No wonder he reacted so strongly... Hahaha, it's hard for him to pretend like this Well, if it were me, I would lock Yijian Fenghui, kill him, cut off his head, and hold it in my hand every day..."

Jiu Shenlian looked at his self-centered words, and said indifferently: "You have already killed him."

"Four"

There are people who are dead.

Some people live and die.

There are also people who don't know whether they should be resurrected, or continue to pretend to be dead.

Plan ahead, one table, one incense burner; two cups of tea, two people.

Guling Shiyan's hospitality has always been very sincere. According to what he said, as a businessman, he naturally focuses on transactions. What is a transaction is based on sincere friendship and alliances.

But now, there are very few people who believe this kind of rhetoric. If Zuo Zhan Yunfeng is still alive, he must spit hard, scolding the transaction of Gu Ling's dead smoke, which is a pain to the bones of the people, and it is hypocritical.

It's a pity that most of the people who were deceived by the master of Yandu already harbored hatred, and no one could remind the holy inquisitor sitting on the other side that the business of passing away smoke in Guling is not something ordinary people can do.

The hospitality in front of him is not something ordinary people can afford.

Bian Xijun didn't think much about it, in fact, even if someone warned him not to jump into the pit, it was an act of seeking skin from a tiger, and he had to do it.The Yuansheng Good Fortune Ball is the only hope for the resurrected Du Wuyu, even if it is like walking on ice and facing the abyss, no matter how dangerous it is, he will definitely make a trip.

Guling Shiyan has another thought.The holy judge who admired the sails against the sea, this prestige may sound great, but in fact it is almost an empty shell.The Tianyu fell into the hands of Prince Xuanxiao, Du Wuyu died in the rainstorm, and the rest of the members either died or fled. The sect that once ruled the sky with one hand has long since become a mess.He chose to trade with Ben Xijun, and what he intended to exchange was not the organization behind the other party, but only the person.

It takes more mental effort to maintain an organization. To tie a person, you only need to pinch seven inches, and it will be easy to handle.It's a good move to reciprocate, but if you can catch a big fish with empty bait, it's such a cheap thing, why not do it.

As the saying goes, there is no business without evil.

The great master's abacus was clattering, and the other end, Bian Xijun, finished his tea and didn't want to stay any longer, so he got up to leave.The matter has been discussed, and tomorrow in the Leiguan Xiegu, the fortune ball will be used to revive the Sword Wind Emblem, and the deal will be considered to be concluded.

Talking too smoothly is mostly fraudulent, but such joy can last for a moment, that is, a moment of sweet dreams.Leaving to prepare for the rainy day, Mr. Bianxi walked slowly by the river, the willows by the water, the fallen leaves chasing after the waves, a few fallen willow leaves floated and sank in the ripples, overlapping with the prosperous reflection on the water surface, and seemed to be growing on the branches. head.

The shadows cast in the water give the illusion of fallen leaves returning to their branches, but the dead have long since died, and can only rot and disappear.Bian Xijun looked at it, but seemed unwilling to break it, but the corner of his clothes fell off unintentionally, touched the water surface, and shattered the reflection. He also seemed to be in a trance, stepped back a few steps as if lost, shook his head, turned and left.

He walked in a hurry and his voice faded away.But a girl stepped out from the green shade, stared blankly at the direction Bian Xijun left, then rolled up her sleeves, picked out the willow leaves from the water, and carefully held them in her palm.The girl has a jade face and vermilion lips, her tenderness is like water, and her drooping eyelashes hide all kinds of sentimentality.

"Son..."

It is March in Yangchun, and the willow branches are dripping green, which is a good time for peach blossoms.

There are many kinds of peach blossoms in this world.When it blooms beautifully, it will shine brightly, which is suitable for IKEA, but sometimes unfortunately, if it blooms poorly, it becomes torture.

The peach blossom in Du Wuyu's life bloomed once many years ago, but unfortunately it had already bloomed and died without any illness.He also took it for granted that this life has nothing to do with this matter, and he never expected to have a second marriage, and it was so... so bad.

Yijian Fenghui, who was still playing the role of a dead body, closed his eyes tightly, feeling very complicated.

He has been lying like this for several days, and he has listened to the words of Mr. Benxi several times, and he can almost be called numb. Sometimes he dreams back in the middle of the night and wakes up suddenly, and the affectionate words can still linger in his ears, and he can't go back. It's a nightmare.

If he could really seek advice from the gods he once believed in, and learn the method of being cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and everything passes by without leaving a trace, he would not have the suffering he is today.However, since human beings are not wood and stone, and have hearts and feelings, they will inevitably be moved by external objects.

It's just that the movement was too violent, the ordinary expressing affection was like a feather scratching an itch, but this sudden confession by Mr. Bianxi was almost like an earthquake, and everyone's heart collapsed upon hearing it.

With the sound of footsteps outside the cave, Du Wuyu took a breath, closed his eyes habitually, breathed dead, his muscles relaxed, and he couldn't see any flaws.The sound of footsteps stopped very close, and the robes rustled, probably sitting down on a stone.

"Tomorrow, I will bring you back from the underworld to the mortal world, will you be happy?"

His tone seemed to be asking, but he paused quickly, and said sadly, "No, you won't."

"If you knew what I did, you would probably regard me as a coward. However, no matter how you look at me, Ben Xi-kun will be grateful in tears, because you are no longer an unconscious corpse."

The voice sank slightly and was very firm, but Du Wuyu's heart trembled slightly.

Bian Xijun said: "Guling Shiyan has promised me that he will use the Fortune Ball to bring you back to life. For this matter, no matter how much it costs, I am willing."

Unaware that what he wanted had already been realized, Bian Xijun sighed softly, and poured out his wishes and nostalgia as usual.Du Wuyu didn't want to listen, his nerves tensed suddenly, and the turbulent history flashed through his mind like lightning, making him shudder.

Although the power of the Four Wonders is miraculous, he never knew that it had the effect of resurrecting the dead.There is a law in the circulation of all things, so reversing the law of life and death, if it is not a demon, it is the deceitful smoke of the ancient mausoleum.

As one of the victims, Du Wuyu knew exactly what kind of person Guling Shiyan was.He thought about it in his mind, although he couldn't predict Guling Shiyan's plan, but he also understood that this kind of transaction would be harmful to Bian Xijun.While he was shocked, he also vaguely couldn't bear it.

Bian Xijun still said: "Nihai Chongfan, what we keep is the memory of our joint teaching. This is what I cherish the most, because every time I see it, I can think of all kinds of friendship in the past, even if it passes away like a river. , can no longer be redeemed..."

"I'm only greedy for these, but it's the last thing you want in the past."

In this intermittent voice, Du Wuyu's expression was gray and defeated, like a dead person who was really ignorant and unconscious.He closed his eyes tightly, but he seemed to be able to see the expression on the face of the attacking gentleman. It must be deeply missed and deeply painful, as if immersed in a self-deceiving dream, and refused to wake up until death.He thought, enough, enough... He had clearly heard such words for a long time, but it was only now that Du Wuyu felt a heart-wrenching sense of helplessness.

He wanted to speak for a while, interrupted Ben Xi-kun, bit his lips, but finally held back.This kind of Bian Xijun almost made him feel fearful, and he felt evasive. Du Wuyu's body went limp, and he felt like he was in a mess. He had experienced this familiar feeling of powerlessness many times. When he saw Shuang Yanyueke's head, When facing the questioning of the knife of despair, watching Nihai Chongfan believers sink into the waves, and when the dawn is no longer seen——

Then the sickle blade of Storm Heart Slave pierced his chest in an instant, and his life should have stopped at that time.

But God is not merciful, let him face an unexpected love, and maybe let him witness many irreparable things.Du Wuyu's breathing became short of breath and his heart was surging. He only heard Bian Xijun's voice, "A Sword of Wind Emblem?"

He didn't dare to move anymore, his hands and feet were stiff, as if his soul had been stripped out of his body.Bian Xijun didn't speak, after a long time, his robes were still rustling, he should have left.

Du Wuyu's limbs softened, his tense nerves relaxed for a moment, and he was no longer able to support his thoughts.His breathing slowed down and he fell into a deep sleep.

In this dream, I dreamed of a thrush.The girl sat on the bank of the river and sang melodious ballads to him.At that time, the willows were also branching, and the thrush leaned on his shoulders, singing softly: "When Peng Ze first planted five trees, he should only look at one branch. I don't know where the will of heaven is. I want to learn from the beautiful woman. Thrush. The bridge, the inflow passes through the sill and the green shakes. I don’t know who will see me off at the sunset, and the soul will be broken by thousands and thousands..."

At that time, Ni Hai Chong Fan had not been established for a long time, and his career could not be called smooth, but it seemed to be the most comfortable and beautiful time in his life.The ballad is soft, like willows blowing one after another, each piece is full of affectionate fingers, holding the person who is drowning in the dream, as if everything else has nothing to do with him anymore.Du Wuyu's mood was ups and downs, and he didn't know how long it would take. Slowly, there was a sound brought by the wind, which gradually overlapped with the song in the dream.Unlike the crisp and bright girl's voice, that voice sounded deep and gentle.

The same ballad, but without words, just humming in a low voice.In the dream, Thrush said to him: "Misfortunes are common, if you are unhappy, I will sing this song for you. I cried and cried when I was young, and my brother sang it to me. This is what he learned in an encounter. Maybe What kind of mysterious power is there..."

At that time, he only praised the thrush as his name, and his voice was very pleasant, but he didn't pay much attention to the origin of the melody.But at this time, the song that overlapped with his memory awakened him from his dream, and Du Wuyu suddenly thought in a trance, yes, so you will also...

The part of his memory that had been neglected by him for a long time, removed the shadow, and emerged bit by bit.The silent figure behind, the sentimentality under the indifference in the eyes, the unknown forbearance in the blunt words... The ballad without words, like the affection that dare not speak, sticks to the heart like catkins blown by the wind, Du Wu Yu was drowsy, and when he fell asleep again, there seemed to be a flash of thought, which disappeared in an instant——

He thought, so you really love me so much.