Legend of the Asura

Things are going so smoothly. Long Wei’s footsteps were much lighter than before, and the dignity and awe of habits brought a touch of ease.

"I never thought that a young man can have such great strength, and he will not change his color and take on such a heavy responsibility for the future of the country. The real one is exactly what is sacred." Longwei sighed, full The color of appreciation of the face.

The shadow of the silence has been slightly frowning, and I couldn’t help but ask: "The head, why are you so polite to him?"

His voice was very low, and he brought some hoarseness, but it was as cold as the cold wind in the winter.

Long Wei smiled slightly: "Have you forgotten the encounter of Long Yi? Long Yi showed his identity, but he was still hesitant to resort to Thunder. This is a man who is proud of his bones. The threat. Intimidation will only be counterproductive."

The shadow was silent, and his eyes looked down on the ground.

"If, he did not agree yet?" asked the shadow.

"Overview of the Huaxia Theater, except that he has no other candidates, if he does not agree, then I can only use that method."

"Then, if he is defeated!" asked the voice low voice.

"Defect..." Longwei's eyes are dark, this is the result he has been escaping, and he has tried not to think about it.

"If you lose, you will lose. I will naturally bear all the consequences." Longwei sighed and strode forward.

Feeling that the head of the head suddenly became heavy, the shadow of the one who smashed himself, can not wait to cut off his tongue, cautiously followed behind, no longer say a word.

at the same time……

Green trees, wildflowers, clear ponds and ancient houses embellish the huge courtyards like a paradise. The decoration is simple and elegant without losing the modern simplicity. In the courtyard, a kind old woman smiled and shuffled the grain to a group of pigeons. She was plainly dressed. But between the posture and the gestures, there is a noble atmosphere that cannot be concealed.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a small pond that is not too big. Qinghe Biyou, the green grass drifting, can no longer judge whether it is from natural or artificial. At the edge of the pond, an old man with a nearly old age was slightly closed, holding a fishing rod and sitting there quietly. His face was covered with traces of vicissitudes of life, and between the half-skinned eyes, Ling shot the fascinating light. The fishing rod, in his hands, keeps a strange stillness, the body of the old man, like a sculpture, does not move, even the heart, like a pool of water, no waves.

"Grandpa, Grandma, baby, come see you!"

Unimpeded through the layers of fully armed protection, the baby took the mother's hand and ran softly. The man has not arrived, the elf-like voice has come, the old woman put down the things in her hand, and the face of the vicissitudes of the sorrow shows joy and love. The old man by the pool did not react at all, as if he had no idea.

"Grandma!" The baby saw a quick step and greeted her grandmother. She ran up with a smile and smirked into her arms.

The old woman smiled with a look of love. "My little baby, I can think of my grandmother. I haven't seen my grandmother for a long time."

The baby's mother gesture came elegantly and smiled slightly: "Mother-in-law, the baby always misses you at home."

"Yeah!" The baby nodded hard: "I always thought about my grandmother... and my grandfather." The baby saw the old man fishing by the pool, and the light trotting past, the little mouth was a little dissatisfied and screamed: "Grandpa every time fishing I don't care about my baby."

The old man’s eyes slowly opened and he slowly said: “Baby, pick up the fishing rod over there and go fishing with my grandfather.”

The voice of the old man was a little low, but there was an irresistible majesty. The baby nodded obediently, picked up the little fishing rod of his own, and the lovely hand of the little hand smashed the hook into the water - the hook. There are no baits that should appear.

As the baby tries to learn the old man as usual, the big eyes of the water spirit keep turning, and I will look at the tiny water ripples in the pond. I will peek at the old man’s waveless face for a while. Looking at the mother and grandmother with helpless eyes.

The woman and the old woman looked at each other with a helpless smile and shook their heads, but did not say anything.

"Grandpa, why do you always like to let the baby fish, it's so boring... And, no fish has ever been caught up." The baby finally couldn't stand the boring, small mouth grievances.

"Fishing is a good exercise for your mood..."

"Well, okay, baby is still a child, how can it be like your old man." The old woman took a funny look at the baby's fishing rod and took her little hand: "Go, don't ignore your old grandfather, Grandma has already prepared the pastry you like to eat."

"Hey, hey, or grandma is good." The baby stood up and relieved, spit out a small powder tongue to the old man, and followed the grandmother.

Looking at the back of the baby's caper, the old man shook his head slightly, his face showed a hint of helpless smile, then he sighed heavily and closed his eyes again.

After Longwei left, the wind has been sitting there silently, thinking about his goals. His gaze looked at the front without a focal length, highlighting his inner confusion.

Under the mystery of "Reincarnation", is it really only that? What is the path that the father guides?

He shook his head hard - no, the secret of "Reincarnation" is definitely more than that. There must be something hidden in it, something more important and more shocking than the fate of the country! Perhaps it will be a secret of a shocking day...

And myself, is the one who unlocks all this!

The wind hangs down and stares at the golden sword in his hand, and he has another reason to be stronger. He knew in his heart that with the power of Xiaobai to the beastmaster of the heavenly king, even the "small man" could not be his opponent. However, he only wants to use his own strength to win. Otherwise, he is not the wind, it is not the **** shadow, and he will never reach the true "first person" that his father said!

The gaze of the wind strengthened a few points and took back Xuanyuan in his hand. In the journey of "tears of angels", he is not looking for chaotic holy water at the same time. But finding these two things that are now only in the legend is nothing but hope that it will be almost desperate.

"Big Brother, what's wrong with you? Dragon... What did the headmaster say to you?" Xi said with a look of concern. She rarely sees this expression on his face.

The embarrassed head was sober, and smiled and said: "I didn't say anything. It's your wind big brother. I am so charming that I was shocked by the dragon head. The highest head became my fan. How can it be so funny." With a look of sorrow, he smiled arrogantly.

In his heart, this pure girl should not be contaminated with any troublesome things. What she has to do is to enjoy the beauty brought by life, away from the world, especially the politics full of intrigue. If it is not related to the whole of China, if it is not recognized as the first in China, he will never allow himself to be among them.

If he smiled and didn't ask again, he stretched out his hand and gently arranged the clothes for him - although his equipment was neat enough to be neat. She likes this feeling, just like a wife who cares for her husband who is going to travel.

"Big Brother, I know that you must really want to bring back softly earlier. Go now." If you smile and put down your hands, try to keep your face from showing up.

"Well! When I feel lonely, remember to call me back." After saying this, the wind sighed silently, this girl who is soft inside and everything is for him, even if she thinks about herself, she will never bother to disturb. Yourself. Waiting to save the softness, be sure to spend more time with her.

"I will. Ok, let's go."

The sky is high, the grass is everywhere, and the wind returns to the west of the mainland, calling out the white and continuing to go west. And his next journey, a little bit changed due to the arrival of Longwei.

When I came to the backyard of the green grass and the flowers, I gently squatted down the body and whipped the flowers and said, "You have to come with me."

A green little Ding appeared in her palm. She closed her eyes slightly, and a layer of faint green light appeared in her body. The gods gradually merged into it, spying on the mysteries, and countless methods of refining medicine in her mind. As soon as it came to light, time passed by inadvertently.

I don't know how long it took, a tone sounded in her ear, she took back Shennong Ding and opened her eyes.

"If the younger sister, is thinking about how to refine the medicine for his brother?" Feng Yao walked to her side like a cloud, smirked and said.

"Well. There are so many refining methods in Shennong Ding. I haven’t been able to finish it completely until now, and the materials needed to refine these drugs are extremely rare. Even if I know the method, it’s hard to really refine it. "Yang Xiruo said with some awkwardness."

Among the players, there is almost no level of drug collection over her. Aside from this limitation, the medicinal materials of the gods, the immortals, and even the spiritual classes are extremely rare, and can be met without asking.

"To Yao's sister, this morning, the head of the dragon came to find the big brother."

“Ah...” Feng Yao’s obvious glimpse, then asked a little quickly: “What did he come to find his brother?”

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