Life is so fragile, and accidents come so suddenly, many times, you are not mentally prepared at all, but everything will inevitably happen in front of you.

The person who was standing in front of you alive one second and laughing and scolding with you suddenly disappeared from this world the next.

Emotions don't have time to react yet.

How can it be accepted.

None of this is acceptable.

The instinctive reaction made the white rakshasa climb to the cliff in the next moment, but the next moment, countless sorrows hit her like a spring, like waves, one after another, and she was not caught off guard at all.

The White Rakshasa felt as if he was in a large body of water, surrounded by bitter water, and he stood in the water, and his eyes were full of tingling.

When you open your mouth, your mouth is full of bitter taste.

Obviously he was in the water, but the waves were still surging towards him in waves, and he felt that there was endless pressure squeezing him, as if he wanted to crush himself.

If it can be broken into pieces, it will be able to see Wuhuan again.

When I opened my eyes, there was water all around me, and I couldn't tell if the tears were still flowing, and I wanted to look up at the sky, but I couldn't see anything.

Because of myself, I have been trapped in the deep sea of pain, unable to breathe.

The deep sea, which has turned into a strong mourning, has firmly imprisoned itself here, with heavy shackles on his feet, unable to break free, and unwilling to break free, so he will die in the sea of suffering.

The White Rakshasa sat on the edge of the cliff for three whole days, motionless, as if it were a stone statue.

Even if a bird landed on her, it still didn't notice how she was different from the wood and stone around her.

As long as she sat here, her consciousness sank in the sea of misery.

Legend has it that a person who practices martial arts, when his heart aches to the extreme, will enter the sea of divine consciousness suffering, and if his mind is not strong, he will die in the sea of suffering.

The white rakshasa has not moved for three days, and has not eaten any water or food for three days.

Now the whole person is described as withered, his face is pale, his lips are chapped, his eyes are tightly closed, and his face is like ashes.

In her world, she was still shackled in the depths of the sea of bitterness with heavy iron shackles wrapped around her feet.

The sea was so empty that there was nothing, but it seemed that he had been here for a long time, and he hadn't even died.

Every time I want to open my eyes, I feel extremely strong pain, and my eyes are already swollen like walnuts, but I still have the thought of opening my eyes.

After staying in the bitter sea for three days, the originally strong water pressure felt like nothing more than this at the moment, not as strong as the strong pressure when I first came, probably because my body was used to it.

Originally, only his feet were shackled, but now his hands are also heavily bound by shackles.

A powerful pulling force came from the bottom of the sea, as if it was about to pull itself into the bottom of the sea.

Is it finally coming to this moment, after three days of wandering in this sea of suffering, I have long been tired, and I just want a relief at this time.

The White Rakshasa did not struggle in the slightest, allowing the shackles to pull her towards the abyss at the bottom of the sea.

Looking down, this abyss is unfathomable, and it is pitch black below, and it is completely impossible to see the bottom, which is similar to the cliff where Wuhuan fell.

Wu Huan, I'll be over soon.

Wait, no joy?

"You must be good alone in the future. ”

It seemed to be a voice coming from overhead, as if it was the voice of Wu Huan.

No joy!

The White Rakshasa resisted the strong feeling of restraint and struggled to raise her head, the powerful pressure of the water pressing her head fiercely, making it impossible for her to move and raise her head.

"Ah Bai. ”

Wuhuan is the voice of Wuhuan.

I want to take another look, and I want to see it again.

Thinking like this, the White Rakshasa raised her head desperately, even if she looked up countless times before, it was an empty sea, and there was no trace of anything else, but she still insisted on raising her head.

The White Rakshasa exerted all her strength, and the strong sense of oppression was like a huge mountain pressing down on her neck.

But the desire to look up was so strong that it broke through all other thoughts, and she looked up little by little, little by little, as long as she could look up, as long as she could look again.

Under the tremendous oppression, it took a full hour for the White Rakshasa to finally complete the action of raising his head.

What catches your eye is still a large expanse of gray water, just like before.

No, I heard Wu Huan's voice just now.

The White Rakshasa opened his mouth and wanted to call out Wuhuan's name. But as soon as her mouth opened, countless bitter seawater waters entered her mouth, and the bitter and sour taste filled her mouth.

She spat out syllables word by word, but in the end all came out with bubbles after bubbles.

But she still insisted, believing that her voice had entered the bubbles, which would carry her call to every corner of the Sea of Bitterness.

More and more bubbles came out of her mouth, and slowly the area around her was enveloped in the small bubbles.

And the chains that bound her seemed to be unaccustomed to her actions, and the power down gradually increased.

No, I haven't seen Wuhuan yet, and I won't go down.

The White Rakshasa suddenly struggled.

The chains that had restrained her like a show tightened in an instant, firmly clamping her limbs to bring her down.

But the more he was restrained, the more unwilling the White Rakshasa became.

I obviously heard the voice, if I didn't see it, I would definitely regret it for the rest of my life.

I'll see you again.

The white rakshasa held her head high, struggling desperately with her hands and feet, trying to break free from this heavy chain, she danced with her hands, habitually ran the exercises, and the originally stagnant meridians became active again in an instant.

Her body had stiffened for a long time, and the meridians in her body were no longer functioning in her body like dead leaves. In the flow of exercises, the meridians are opened up little by little, like the veins of leaves, and finally the meridians of the whole body are connected again, and the stiff body instantly becomes flexible again.

Regained control of his body, and as soon as the White Rakshasa struggled hard, the chains on his body were immediately broken.

As soon as the restraints were released, the white rakshasa immediately swam above the bitter sea, and she swam and swam as strong waves came again and again, as if to press her back to the bottom of the bitter sea again.

But the White Rakshasa had faith in her heart, how could she go back so easily, she wanted to take another look, she must look at it again, confirm it again.

Confirm what you heard before, whether it was Wuhuan's voice or not.

The white rakshasa desperately went upstream, but there seemed to be no end to this bitter sea.

There is no end to the sea of suffering, is there really no turning back.

I don't believe it.

I've got to swim up, I've got to take another look.

The White Rakshasa kept repeating the upward stroke, but the sea was all around him, and there was nothing. After swimming for so long, it seems that I have been swimming in this sea water all the time.

Is it a delusion?

Is it in vain that I want to go back?

No, I'm going to insist.

The white rakshasa found the right direction and went upstream firmly, regardless of whether the surrounding scenery had not changed for a long time. Regardless of the oppression of the bitter sea, it has been played for a while.

She's just going to go ashore, she's just going back, she's just going to take another look.

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