The thick hemp rope was helped on his feet, and two deep blood marks had been worn out on his ankles, and his thumb was tied together. This was a practice of Nushi's years of experience, which was much easier to use than binding his hands. He was even tied and could only hold and twist a thumb to break the rope.

hunger.

torture.

humiliation.

The slave trader's methods have already tortured an eight-foot-high man into a human form, but Zhao Wu is still noble as a white crane in a flock of chickens, with sharp eyes like two cold lights. But Zhao Wu can confidently say: "I am still me, Zhao Wu, a fearless warrior."

Well, if it weren't for the slave manager just now, his momentum would be invincible, his confidence would be invincible, he had willpower beyond ordinary people, and the trough of his life would be temporary. Even if he became a slave and became the most lowly person, he believed that he would rise up, and with his extraordinary force and good mind, his talent would not be buried.

"Sir, I'm giving it to you, so I don't have any money!"

Just such a light sentence made Zhao Wu's emotions lose control. At this moment, he wanted to slaughter all living things in his sight and struggled to rush towards the slave city manager. Zhao Wu's distorted face was murderous: "Bastard, what did you say just now? Yeah, I gave it to you. Yeah, I want to kill you, and I want to kill you, and no one left."

The two strong men in the slave market were pulled by Zhao Wu, like two helpless children, trying their best to control Zhao Wu, but they had no choice.

Canglang—

The moment the sword was unsheathed, Zhao Wu roared even more crazy: "Come on! Come to Yeye's chest!"

The thugs in Nushi actually became afraid and retreated the moment they held the weapon. Animal domestication tells people a cruel fact that although dogs were domesticated by wolves, they really wanted to be with wolves and they didn't even have the courage to look at each other.

While the situation was uncontrollable, Bian Zibai's sigh was very light, but it was like a breeze blowing by, making people feel a hint of refreshment and clarity. Bian Zibai took a step forward, his eyes were fearless, which made Zhao Wu very puzzled. Yeah, so powerful, isn't this little boy afraid?

The martial artist who was overly obsessed with force was nothing more. Zhao Wu looked around blankly, and then his eyes fell on Bian Zibai, dressed in a leisurely student, and could not see his identity. He had very few accessories on his body, which was completely different from the nobles of this era. The Wei Kingdom, in general, the national character is simple, but he would also have a show-off heart. In fact, it was not the Wei Kingdom. The noble children of any vassal state, especially the young noble children, were the same. They wanted to wear all their belongings on their bodies, and they would restrain themselves when they were older. When they were old, they would want to put all their belongings into their graves except the land they could not take away. A nation that advocates luxury is actually a selfish nation. However, the nobles in almost any country in the world cannot get rid of this vulgar idea.

From the outside, Bian Zibai is very down and poor.

But what made Zhao Wu wonder was that this guy had a good temperament and exuded the honor and disgrace that only top nobles had. After discovering the main master, Zhao Wu naturally refused to let him go: "Who are you?"

"A bad boy, that's all."

Zhao Wu rolled his eyes and said to himself: "You are not as good as you teased me. If you really don't want to be in the liunu City, you will be begging for good by your side like a boneless family dog?"

Of course, the boneless dog in Zhao Wu's mouth could only be a lie. He saw his chest rising and falling several times, obviously being angry, but in the end it still did not explode.

"Let's talk."

Explanation was basically futile. Bian Zibai smiled and nodded to Dangli, who found him a relatively secluded pergola. Zhao Wu was also brought over, Bian Zibai sat and stood. His condescending gaze made him feel very secure, as if he had occupied the favorable terrain all at once, which doubled his courage.

"As a prisoner of war, I sympathize with your experience. After all, fighting for the country, but after being captured, the country did not fulfill its obligation to give enough ransom to redeem you. This is the fault of the Qin king, not yours. Therefore, we should be equal in this conversation, and your soul will not be humble because of temporary difficulties."

"People are born to suffer. This is not the torture of the wicked. It is not the torture of us by the wicked. Only after experiencing the hardship can people understand the life in front of us and thank God more for letting us understand the true meaning of life. Naturally, people will punish them for doing evil. As long as we are good at ourselves and make ourselves at peace, this is what the Father expected and will surely receive the gospel."

...

Bian Zibai said that he would not believe anything. The main reason was that he thought of his previous life. In the magical place in the Demon City, he was young and frivolous, energetic, and hormones were flooded anytime and anywhere, and he began to pursue the kind of creature that could make him feel satisfied - a woman.

I have to say, this is very difficult.

The demand for materials is too high, and he can't meet it. The living expenses for college are just a little bit. Saving a month or two to give his girlfriend a romantic night is not cost-effective for him. Because a girl who advocates material things, even if she accepts him, she only treats him as a spare tire. This is not what he wants, because sooner or later, it will be green.

It's so literary. He didn't just go there. A short poem could make a group of literary girls look beautiful and stay at the wine table boasting by his predecessors, and it has nothing to do with him. Besides, he probably can't learn it.

By chance, he met a foreign monk from the Communication Academy.

According to the Chinese people, the Western powers and American powers are all Westerners, and they look confident and naturally have stronger momentum; they are short and have similar appearances, and they seem humble but have dark hearts, commonly known as neon people. However, the Chinese people did not divide the stick into any foreign camp, which once confused Bian Zibai.

The Kingdom of Bangzi is a magical capital.

The Bangzi people are as magical as their country.

It is like a special material manufacturing, breaking away from the three realms and is not invisible.

On weekdays, I am as humble as if I was my first time to pay my respects to my father-in-law, and I was careful and flattered. But behind my back I became a drinker with a very poor taste and started a self-proclaimed life at the table. It was as if they had done it seriously.

In addition, monks are a very strange group. In order to avoid disaster, in order to cover up, and in other people are real idealists. In order to spread the kingdom of heaven that never exists, they first coax themselves - believe; and then coax more people.

Monk Bangziyang is an idealist. He comes from a theological school in Korea. His daily modesty can't hide the kind of swelling he talks about his origins - the theological centers of the world are in the Vatican, while the theological centers of Asia are in Korea.

A religion that promotes sin can be carried forward in South Korea. You should know that Asia is the birthplace of Buddhism, and East Asia is the base of Buddhism.

This has to make Bian Zibai doubt that it is difficult to understand that it is because the stick has done too much trouble, which has allowed Christ to exploit the loopholes in Buddhism?

No matter that, Monk Bangziyang was very useful to Bian Zibai's help. A college student who was packaged with a devout believer, even if he had no money, he could only be considered pretty, but he often gained the love of many ignorant girls. Once, Bian Zibai felt that he should be a believer, and he should be pious when he was still attractive to women.

However, whether it is a foreign monk or a local monk, they all have almost the same habit, such as silly words and rustic words that can make the listener doubt life.

At this moment, Zhao Wu also began his life journey of self-doubt.

From beginning to end, he felt that Bian Zibai was lying to him, but he wondered again that he had nothing, so what was worth Bian Zibai to deceive him? It was not enough to drink water.

But what's so bad is that Zhao Wu knew that Bian Zibai was cheating him, but he thought it made sense. Zhao Wu was like a fat-headed fish jumping ashore with excessive force, swallowing the useless air with his mouth, and asked in a suspicious tone: "Why do I think something is wrong?"

If something is wrong, it’s right!

It's right to doubt it.

When people fall into the trough of their lives, they always have the idea of ​​giving up on themselves. Religion is the best choice for people to relieve their hearts, even without a single one.

"It's right that you think so." Bian Zibai patted his thigh and said affirmatively.

Zhao Wu had the illusion that he was right. When did he get so old? Even birth seemed to be a mistake. The illegitimate son of the master and the maid were a remnant of drunkenness. Because of his appearance, his mother was killed by a jealous mistress. This was not enough. He grew up with a group of slaves. If it weren't for his natural divine power and his dazzling performance on the battlefield many times, he would have become an officer and even won the honor of family surnames.

Speaking of which, he is a sinful person.

Coincidentally, Bian Zibai was also preparing to say this point. Of course, he did not know Zhao Wu's life experience. He just tricked the foreign monk's statement: "Humans are born guilty, and you are no exception. Suffering is not the ultimate goal of human life. We cannot be a noble saint, but it does not prevent us from cherishing the current people."

"What does it mean?" If Zhao Wu had a bronze mirror in his hand at this time, he would even suspect that he could see his pupils rotating like a gyro in the mirror.

Why do he just talk about human words but he can't understand a single word?

Zhao Wu has a violent personality. He has to ask what he doesn't understand, and he yells with confidence. This makes him feel a little anxious and at a loss: "Can you speak human words? I don't understand a single word."

"Have you attended school?"

At this moment, it was like a light curtain scattering down, covering Bian Zibai's body. The glory of knowledge gave him the holiness that was beyond ordinary people.

Zhao Wu nodded, nor was he shook his head. He was not educated, wasn’t it embarrassing? He muttered silently in his heart.

Bian Zibai waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay, the Master said: There is no difference in teachings. What I just said is: When a person gives great responsibilities to him, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and lose his body. He acts and makes things difficult for him. Therefore, he has moved his heart and endured his nature and has made things difficult for him."

What a good guy, Zhao Wu actually understood the most difficult thing to understand. But he was even more suspicious in his heart. Could he be the one who gave great responsibility to heaven?

I'm afraid not?

Even he himself doesn't believe that he still has the chance to turn over in his life, but when someone tells him that if he wants to be a strong man who is looked up to, it seems that it's nothing to suffer a little.

Zhao Wu's Adam's apple slid hard, and his mouth was dry as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand: "What about before?"

"Cherish the present!" Bian Zibai naturally didn't mind telling him that you at least have a daughter, and she was very cute. She was not yet grown up and hungry for feeding and needed you to become a big tree for them to shelter from the wind and rain. They respect you and love you, not because you are a great hero on the battlefield, nor because you have strong force. It is because you and your wife brought them to this world, and you are their only support.

Without even Bian Zibai's explanation, Zhao Wu's gaze fell on his two daughters, and his cold eyes that were not as warm as a hint of warmth suddenly melted.

"Current!"

"Current!"

"Guo'er, Duo'er, Daddy is so sorry for you all these years."

After saying that, Zhao Wu hugged his two daughters and cried bitterly.
Chapter completed!