Lu Yu laughed and said: "Don't want to, hey, I'm a person, I don't like torture to extract confessions, although I am very proficient in it." Oh, I'm really old, and I really can't bear to think about doing such a cruel thing to my life. ”

The woman immediately looked vigilant, looked at Lu Yu very seriously, and then said, "I don't know anything, I won't say anything." And...... Who the hell are you?!"

Lu Yu looked at her, and then smiled.

Women generally don't admit to their lies. They will really take a lie as the truth, deceive everyone, even deceive themselves, and then ...... Take it to the grave.

Now the woman has confessed.

Why admit it?

What does it mean that a spy of the Demon Sect has given up the resistance of his lies?

It's a ...... Test!

Lu Yu is testing the other party, and she is also testing Lu Yu.

Sometimes spies, you don't have to hide your identity, it's okay to show your identity, as long as you ...... can achieve her ultimate goal.

Therefore, Lu Yu believes that what she wants to accomplish, her task, has nothing to do with whether or not to expose her identity in front of Lu Yu, and it has no effect.

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This made Lu Yu very strange.

But strange is strange, what should be done, Lu Yu has done it, and he has done it, and the next thing is to explore this secret.

But...... There can be no rush.

Lu Yu looked at the bonfire, and then smiled lightly.

"Who am I, who am I?" and the question ...... It's so profound, in fact, at the end of the day, I don't know who I am anymore, my appearance has changed, my body has changed, and even my body has undergone some ...... Well, the change, but the First Princess can still recognize me, so I don't know what I look like in her eyes, why she recognized me, after all, many people can't recognize me, and they really don't recognize me. So...... I want to ask, who are you?"

The woman didn't expect Lu Yu to ask such a rhetorical question, obviously he had already guessed his identity, and he didn't deny it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lu Yu continued: "Who are you? Are you a spy of the Demon Sect? Or is it an ordinary woman who works hard to manage the family affairs at home? Or is it an innocent girl who has some kind of dreams and desires in her heart, but is occupied by faith? Who are you? Could it be that the spy of the Demon Sect is your truest identity? But ...... How is this possible?"

Few people can understand what Lu Yu said, even the protagonist of his words, the woman of the Demon Sect.

Lu Yu often has such feelings, who he is, who is it.

At first, he felt that he had strange ideas, that he was himself, and that there was nothing to say.

But then, he found out...... It's not that simple.

In fact...... Many people will have such questions, even the most ordinary people, the most normal heart.

"Everybody has doubts about their identity. ”

Lu Yu looked at the people around him, since he was sitting in the best position by the bonfire, he should tell a story, at least, so that everyone could have a better entertainment before this long night of sleeping.

"Everyone here, have you ever thought like this, that is...... Are you merchants, travelers, ordinary people, or children of parents, parents of children, husbands of wives, wives of wives...... Which one is the real you? Or in other words, which identity defines your existence? Some people, when they introduce themselves, will say what they do, especially businessmen, and when people ask you who you are, you will say, "I'm a businessman who sells something, and sometimes you don't even say your name." But some people don't, and when people ask them who they are, they say, "Whose son am I and what am I called?" What do you think is the difference?"

Fu Liu sat beside Lu Yu, and when he heard these words, he couldn't help but rest his head on his shoulder.

Lu Yu smiled and continued: "Some people say that this is a kind of self-perception of self, but in fact it is not, it is just a superficial understanding of one's own achievements. People will subconsciously tell others what they value most, think are the most valuable, and can best reflect their identity. Just like a person I once knew, he was very rich, at that time, there was no one in the world who was richer than him, the world group, a name that was extremely earthy, but it really almost melted the whole world into it, and put it in, even the most powerful people in the world, they had to maintain enough respect when facing him, but when anyone who knew him or didn't know him, when they asked about the identity of this person, he would be very proud to say, I am a guitarist, professional! Hehe, the guitar is the most ordinary piece of music, like the Yang Qin here, even an ordinary child can simply play a tune. In fact, his so-called professional, so-called guitarist, is just that when he was sixty-seven years old, he ran to a guitar competition, and then people gave him a commemorative award because of his status...... Personally, I think that it can really only be regarded as listening, just out of the category of noise, but it is definitely not music. Everyone thought he was saying this as a joke, a joke, and I once asked him very seriously, after all, my gun was pointed at the top of his head, and in three seconds, he would die at my gun, and I asked it again, very seriously. He smiled, a little bitter, and he said that he was a guitarist, and that he had fallen on a neighbor's child's guitar and that he had fallen on the guitar of a neighbor's kid and that his sleeve had touched the strings and made a few sounds that were not at all musical, and he had fallen in love with that sound, even if he had broken a piano and he was beaten not only by the neighbor's child, but also by the drunkard's father when he returned home. Poor young man, the pursuit of the sound of the piano has become his only motivation to live, even if it is ...... Nearly 70 years later, he stands at the top of money, has everything the world can imagine, and even has his own performance team, a concert hall of tens of thousands of square meters, one of the best musicians in the world, and a huge concert of more than 180 people...... That's all his own, but he just likes the guitar, the most ordinary kind, every day as long as he is free, he will play for a while, practice for a while, but he really has no talent. When a person is dying, he thinks of not his wife and children, not the grandson who messes around in a foreign country, and not the granddaughter who caused him to kill himself...... It's just the piano, the kid who runs around the hallway and makes himself as happy as possible...... So who is a person, what defines one's identity, what makes one feel proud, it's really different. So...... Now ask yourselves who you are, whose son, whose father, who sells something, or...... Is it the ignorant boy who used to be in the field with muddy feet?"

Lu Yu's voice was soft, with a comfortable charm.

As he said it simply, his voice was like a piece of music, which made people gradually fall into contemplation......

But there are always those guys who are not very 'up-to-the-road', such as Fu Liu, blinking his big eyes and asking curiously: "That person, the one who plays the guitar, did you kill him?"

The corners of Lu Yu's eyes twitched, then he smiled bitterly and said, "Kill." It is precisely because I have killed that I think about this question, who am I, a demon who kills people, a god who judges the life and death of others, a person who speaks in the world, or a ...... Machine ......"