Legend of the Asura

The airport people came and went, but far from the expected congestion. I watched the time and slowly walked forward. The sharp eyes swept through every corner that I could see.

After five minutes of waiting, the wind finally saw the goal. Under the purple visor, a large pair of sunglasses covered her half of her face. Her dress is not as gorgeous as she is, trying to hide her charm as much as possible, but the casual temperament and the perfect body are still selling her, making her the focus of the entire airport hall, countless or amazing. Or awkward eyes swept over her.

The first time I saw her, she couldn't help but admire the magic of the Creator. The eyebrows are like the willows, the outlines are carved, and the black hair is freely approved on the jade shoulders. It is complemented by the long and graceful appearance. The undressed dress can't hide her fairness and the fairy temperament of the ice muscles. At this point she was looking at the surroundings with some uneasiness, as if waiting for someone. The beautiful majestic jade has lost a bit of arrogance, but retains the indifference that seems to never change.

The wind squatted and walked over and grabbed her hand.

"I am Shura!"

The sound that was deep in the soul made her little hand that was about to struggle quickly quiet down, and her eyes looked at the wind. It is a face that is more refined than a woman, and reveals a man's masculine and infinite charm. The photo that Duanmu gave her to look at was exactly the same.

This is a man who is alone enough to confuse countless women. His appearance is even stronger than his own big brother. This man is the demon who ruined himself? Duanmu Yi’s heart is ups and downs. Although she has been desperately here, she is still confused. I don’t know what kind of ending this crazy decision will be. How can I face him?

Like a puppet, she was dragged straight and walked out, and countless eyes fell on them. Sighed "Golden Boy and Girl". In the real world, she was first held by a man, and it was in the public. The envious eyes of countless girls have made her feel like a strange feeling that is unclear.

The two people who met each other for the first time were silent all the way, and the heart of the wind was also fighting in the heavens and people, thinking about her next fate.

Stopping a taxi, the wind gently pushed her in, and then sat next to her.

"Go to the middle of Phoenix Street."

On the galloping car, Duanmu Yiren’s heart pounded, his hands constantly changing his position because of uneasiness, and he seemed to know where to put it.

"Why don't bring something." The sly eyes turned to her, causing her heart to **** a little faster. Closer look, her skin is crystal clear, Saiqi wins snow, just as pure as a pearl. Fengyan Liumei, Yaobi Tankou, glamorous, no flaws.

"No need." She tried to make her voice cold, but unconsciously brought a nervous trembling.

"So confident, I will take care of everything about you." The windy face is close to her, admiring the moving waves under the sunglasses: "In this case, you should be gentle to me, isn't it?"

Duanmu Yi people unconsciously removed their gaze, but did not dare to look at the sight that seemed to be able to see through her soul. A too fast heartbeat is no sign of slowing down.

"He is Shura... Is he really the powerful Shura?" At this moment, she suddenly understood something called deadly charm. Faced with him, perhaps no woman can resist living, no woman can not be tempted at all,

The wind is no longer talking, his hands are behind his head, and his eyes are closed in his seat. It takes about twenty minutes from the airport to get home.

Experienced driving master floats together, a woman with a noble temperament but covering her face, a man with an amazing appearance... It is obvious that a big star and her little white face.

"Well, just stop here." There are dozens of meters away from home, the wind opened his eyes, and once again glanced at the top of the Phoenix Building, the corner of his mouth disdain.

Since it has already been exposed, it will be more thoroughly exposed.

Still holding her hand, like a hard vise, she could not break free, but did not give her the feeling of uncomfortable. Five meters from the door, the windy foot stopped and whispered: "Close your eyes."

Is this humble villa in front of me the place where I will live in the future? In the midst of confusion, there was some inexplicable expectation, and she closed her eyes involuntarily.

The body was violently picked up, and the wind swayed in several different directions. When she opened her eyes in a panic, she found that she had reached the door.

Open the door and push open a door slit. The wind turned back and said indifferently: "If you enter this door, without my permission, maybe you will never go out. You regret it now."

Duanmu Yi did not answer, pushed the door open and went in. The windy eyes looked at her back intricately, followed him in and closed the door.

At the top of the Phoenix Building, two eyes of the sharp-eyed black man face each other.

"I can't see it at all! The speed of horror, he must be the **** movie, no doubt, and the head of Xiao and Xiao."

"Who is the woman who came with him... He just blocked her face!"

......

The space in front of the room is not big, but it is neatly packed, with a faint scent, and a warm taste. Inexplicably, she saw the first sight here and fell in love with it. The only thing that made her less comfortable was that he repeatedly swept her whole body.

"You don't have to look at it, I didn't bring any communication tools, nothing," she whispered.

I was very interested in watching her slightly red cheeks. "Nothing? Don't you think about what to do if I don't pick you up? What if I have an accident? If I am a fierce, fierce and brutal What about people?"

"Since I have chosen, I will abandon everything and go on. God will decide my destiny."

There is another reason why she did not say: she believes that the little emperor seems to be omnipotent.

Amazing attachment, or crazy, sighs.

Light footsteps came like a wonderful note. In the light blue home casual clothes, Feng Yao pulled out of the room and walked out of the room. The three girls’ eyes slid together and stayed together.

"You are the Iraqi sister?" Feng Yao greeted her face with a smile, and naturally grabbed her hand as if she had seen a close sister. "I and Ruo Ruo are waiting for you all the time."

This voice, she is equally familiar. She is so beautiful and flawless. Soft as the sky's agile white clouds, elegant as the mountains of the spring, together with the woman she feels shocked and obsessed. She looked at Feng Yao and looked at Yang Xiruo, who had the same soft smile. "You are a love story... and Yang Wei is weak!"

Is this the girl's grace on the goddess list? For the first time in his life, Duanmu Yisheng gave birth to a feeling of squatting.

The two girls nodded at the same time. Yang Xiruo’s gaze swept over her body and smiled and asked, “Would I call your sister or sister?”

"I...19 years old." She still has some troubles.

"I am one year older than you, then I should call your sister. Let us take you to change clothes first. I and Yao and my sister are ready for you. We will be good sisters in the future."

Duanmu Yiren allowed Feng Yao and Xi Ruo to pull her, I wonder if I understand the true meaning of the last sentence of Xi Xi.

From their eyes, she could not see a trace of rejection and disgust, only from the heart of joy and warmth. She has never had a real sister, but now she feels the kind of feeling she longs for from the two girls who met for the first time.

In the future, it is not terrible.

"Yao, give it to you." Feng Yan said to Feng Yao. To get her into this home, the first thing to appease is her heart. The communication between women and women is undoubtedly the best and fastest way, and I have not fully thought about how to face her.

Feng Yao blinked at him and gently closed the door.

A woman who is obsessed with desperation in order to turn despair into hope, and a woman who has retired all the way. One day, she will know. This crazy gamble made by Duanmu's numerous psychological hints is the most correct choice in her life. After all, the wind is a person, not a devil, never will be unrequited for her... even indifference can not.

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