What is the experience of being forced to confess

Du Wuyu didn't know that he was becoming a target for others to collect information. At this time, he was still asleep, and when he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that he had changed his place.

The room was more colorfully decorated than before, with large groups of acacias embroidered on the curtains.The incense he lit was also different, the smell was stronger, and he seemed to be soaked in a fragrant and soft mist, and at the same time he couldn't catch his breath, he wanted to sneeze even more.

He still wanted to cough, but he was afraid of being noticed by others, so he could only hold it back stiffly, his heart was in dire straits.Du Wuyu held his breath with a little difficulty, his face turned red and turned white. At the same time, he was uncomfortable, but at the same time, he had some gratifying discoveries.

The movement of breath in his body was smoother than before, probably after being diagnosed and treated by other people's strange surgery, Mr. Benxi did take him to find a doctor.This place should also be the residence of the healer, but it would be better if there was a different kind of spice.

Compared with Du Wuyu who endured the incense in the room, Bian Xijun who stayed in the courtyard was also in a different situation.The beautiful female doctor rested her chin, twisted a brush in her hand, and moved the tip of the pen soaked in ink across the spread of paper, but refused to let it fall.

"Holy Inquisitor, why don't you think about it for me, what name should I sign?" With a smile on her face and soft voice, she was asking Mr. Ben Xi.

"You should think for yourself."

Bu Xiangchen said casually: "Since we changed the subject, we should change the signature."

"Since Mr. Hua loves flowers, why not name them after flowers." Bianxi-kun replied absent-mindedly.

"Used it." Bu Xiangchen sighed.

Bian Xijun had no choice but to cheer up and think carefully: "The spring flowers are easy to fade, and the willow branches are still green."

"Flowers are like beautiful women, and they are easy to wither. But Bu Xiangchen is not a flower that is easy to fall, nor is it like an ordinary willow branch, which can be broken by others." The owner of Youmenglou smiled.

Bian Xijun rubbed the center of his brows, remained silent for a moment, finally gritted his teeth, and said in a firm voice: "How is the Yijian Wind Emblem?"

Knowing that the other party had endured to the limit, Bu Xiangchen temporarily put aside his thoughts of teasing, put down his pen in leisure time, and played with his slender fingers: "It's not too good, and it's not too bad."

Seeing that Mr. Bianxi did not loosen his brows, she slowly added: "I have used the eighth-grade magical power to continue his pulse and cleanse his blood, but his wounds are too deep, and it is very difficult for him to walk freely."

Bian Xijun flicked his sleeves and stood up: "I'll go and see him."

"Ah, I won't run away again, what's the hurry?" Bu Xiangchen laughed behind him, and the helper stood still, but also followed.

Stepping into the inner bedroom, Bian Xijun hurriedly walked to the bedside, and the moment he saw it, his figure paused slightly.He looked at Du Wuyu's silent face, his eyelashes drooping, but he didn't move.Bu Xiangchen saw his fingers trembling slightly, as if he wanted to touch Du Wuyu's eyebrows, he hesitated for a moment, then clenched tightly, pinching the knuckles until they were blue and white, and then smiled and said: "What are you afraid of, he is not fainting. Is it?"

Bian Xijun didn't answer, but turned his face and asked: "Why is he still not awake?"

Bu Xiangchen pinched his fingers, thinking casually: "Either the injury is too serious to wake up." His eyes full of deep meaning swept across Du Wuyu's expressionless face, his eyes blinked, and a smile appeared, "Either for some reason, I don't want to wake up."

Bian Xijun's face changed, he was gloomy for a while, and it took a long time before he let out a low sigh.Bu Xiangchen's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly said: "Maybe it's because the meridians were damaged before, which caused the breath-holding phenomenon, and then fell asleep so late." She narrowed her eyes cunningly, "There are strange methods in the world to diagnose and treat this. I just want to trouble you to make some sacrifices..."

In her light words, Du Wuyu, who was lying on the bed silently, seemed to feel ominous, and his fingers trembled slightly.His whole body was tense, and there was a subtle and anxious clamor in his chest. While trying to restrain himself, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Du Wuyu clenched his teeth, his whole body was stiff, and he could only hear Bian Xijun asking above his head, "What is it?"

The lazy female voice raised her voice and said, "Crossover..."

"Ah-"

The speech was interrupted for a while, Bu Xiangchen said in surprise: "Holy Inquisitor?"

Bian Xijun's face was pale: "It's not me..."

Of course it wouldn't be Bu Xiangchen.Who else?The two looked at each other, and suddenly looked at the motionless body on the bed. Under the staring gaze, Du Wuyu secretly took a breath. The itching was unbearable, and before she could react, she sneezed heavily again.