Legend of the Asura

The man who watched his movements without saying a word seemed to see his heart becoming incomplete.

Yang Aotian was on the ground, holding the loess in one hand and holding it... From beginning to end, he didn’t say a word, didn’t flow a tear, and even had no change in his expression.

Ten minutes spent in the sound of the loess in Shasha. The shackles kept saying nothing, silently watching his movements until he held the last yellow loess with his **** hands.

"Aotian..." The wind sighed respectfully to the piled up new grave, and raised Yang Aotian's body, but for a moment he did not know how to comfort him. His heartache at this time must be much greater than he imagined.

"Don't let if you know."

Yang Aotian finally spoke, but his voice made the wind feel completely strange. He nodded: "I know."

"These... are all Simon's, no, is it Simon's madness?" Except for him, he can't think of anyone who can do this kind of extermination.

Yang Aotian’s hand tightened fiercely. After a short silence, he trembled all over, then slammed down and cried. The pain and the sad cry made the wind here become mournful.

"Why... why?!"

This old man who was not bullied when he was bullied, did not cry when his mother left, and the iron man who did not cry when his sister was in danger. At this time, his head squatted on the ground, crying like a helpless child.

The wind sighed with a sigh of relief, as long as he could still cry, indicating that his heart had not been blown to death. He patted his shoulder. "Aotian, what are you planning?"

"Boss... I beg you, make me strong! Even if you live for ten years, twenty years... No! If I can become as strong as the boss, one day! Just one day, even if I die right away, I am willing ... boss, you can do it right!"

As if suddenly saw hope, Yang Aotian seized the wind and died, the gray eyes were full of pleading to look at him. His brain is not confused. On the contrary, he is sober. He clearly knows that he does not have the capital against Simon at the moment, and if he wants to take revenge, the only hope is on the wind.

The breath of hatred was so strong that it made the wind stunned. He grabbed Yang Aotian’s shoulder: "You must get up first."

An unusual scent came from the wind and the wind was so fierce that I almost felt that I had an illusion. Because this is clearly the dead air that will appear on the dead. He violently forced his hand to force Yang Aotian to pull up, and he was shocked to find that his gray face was covered with a layer of gray gas.

"What's wrong with you, do you think that there is something wrong?" asked the wind and frown, and he became more and more sure that this was indeed the breath of the dead. When the hand moves, a force of chaos is once again introduced into his body, and the result is so shocking and inexplicable...

Nothing is alive! !

The wind looked like a dramatic change in the eyes of Yang Aotian. For the first time, he saw from others who were contrary to the truth of nature... A person who had no vitality stood alive in front of himself.

"Well, you don't talk first." The windy face was cautious. He closed his eyes and slowly felt the air of Yang Aotian with the power of chaos. Soon, his heart beat fiercely.

No air... no breathing, even... no heartbeat!

what happened!

"How do you feel about your body?" looked at the gray eyes, and asked the wind.

Yang Aotian shook his head and said with a dry voice: "Boss... help me... I want to kill him... kill him..."

"I can't help you." The wind shook his head and said: "If I help you catch and even kill Ximen Mania, you should not be willing. Your own deep hatred, you will want to report it yourself. Just, I did not let The way people become stronger, everything depends on you."

Yang Aotian’s eyes are not dim, and it is still a terrible hollow. No one can imagine what happened to him.

Is it that the power of chaos encounters a certain breath in his body and changes, transforming his body? The wind blew his head and thought silently. Other than that, he could not find any other explanation.

But just as he had just bowed his head, his eyes shrank fiercely, because he found that Yang Aotian's feet and the shallow grass around him had turned yellow, sloppily swaying in the breeze, dying.

He finally thought of two words...

Dead!

Is his own chaos force mutated into this weird stagnation, or... his body has a special ability hidden in it, and then finally excited in the extremely desperate situation.

............

When I return home, the time is approaching noon. The wind sighed and sighed, and connected Xiao Tian’s phone.

"Help me to settle down, but don't let people have too much contact with him."

“Why?” Xiao Tian asked with a strange look.

"Because... will die!" said the wind. It can make the vegetation lose its vitality in such a short period of time. If it is a person, it will be deprived of it a little bit too close to him.

"...I understand!" Although I don't know why, but he trusts every word that is popular.

Hanging up the phone, the wind quickly picked up another number. This is the first time he has dialed this number. For a long time, the other party is connected.

"I need time." Waiting for the other party to open, the wind said immediately.

The other party was silent, for a while, a steady voice sounded: "Let's go home and see, your mother has been looking forward to it for too many years."

Home... Is there another home of your own?

"I will." Gently responded, the wind slammed into the phone, and thought for a long time. He didn't know how long he would accept the sudden family relationship to accept the family. Everything is too sudden for him, and seems to have a little extra. A few more family members also represent a few more concerns.

Feng Yao walked lightly to him and hugged him from behind him: "Brother, you are just back, lunch is just done, it is done by the Iraqi sister."

"Well!" Wind nodded, turned back and grabbed her hand. "We said while eating. You can rest assured that even if I really have a home, I will never leave you. There is no Yaoer around, I will sleep. No."

"But it's good. At least, my Yaoer, and if you don't have to worry about being troubled."

Before, being identified as an identity has always been a shadow that lingers in his heart. Because this means that people around him can no longer appear in front of people. But now, this problem seems to be no longer a problem, Long Wei, and Long Tian asked obviously no longer how to be his "blood emperor". But at least persuasion or seeking the roots is certain.

At the dinner table, the wind slammed everything to a few girls. Feng Yao’s face was calm, and the water was soft and confused, while the expressions of Xi Ruo and Duanmu Yi were exaggerated to the extreme.

The Dragon Family, the most expensive family in China for thousands of years, is truly a family founded on the top of China. Although this family is not prosperous, their influence on China and the whole world is enormous. In terms of politics alone, almost all the families are based on the Long family, and they have not changed for thousands of years. Its prestige and influence can be seen.

"Big brother, you are really ... the dragon family, and will be the only heir of the dragon family?" Yang Xiruo said with some helplessness.

The wind sighed and said: "In fact, this issue is not important. No matter what my other identities are, I am your big brother... This will never change." He looked at her more. A little pity. If she knew about the morning, she would not have much impact on her.

In a word, let Yang Xiruo's nervous heart completely let go, she smiled sweetly, and began to gently pick up the dishes.

The eyes of Duanmu Yi people have always stayed on the face of the wind, and some of the eyes of the singer are flashing. It seems that they have not yet awakened from the shock.

Blood Emperor Shadow... Long family heir. An identity is enough to make China tremble, an identity is enough for Huaxia to surrender, and these two identities actually appear on one person at the same time...

Seems to feel her strange eyes, the wind looked up at her, and suddenly said: "Change clothes after eating, and then accompany me to go out."

"Ah... um!" Duanmu Yi people hurriedly evaded his gaze, almost in a subconscious answer. The word "clothing" allowed her to pull the clothes in front of her chest. Almost all of them were "banned" at home. She used to wear only pajamas, and I didn't know whether it was intentional or not. The pajamas that Feng Yao found for her were all low-cut, so the deep cleavage was exposed almost all the time. .

Feng Yao and Yang Xiruo smiled at each other.

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