Legend of the Asura

Dark forest, the home of a girl.

Under the thick old wood, I was lying in a white snow. The girl's ferrets smashed into a sleeping kitten, and the scorned lips moved gently with the breath, and the sparkling saliva spilled from the corners of the mouth, wetting a leaf on the ground.

A drop of cold raindrops fell on her face, awakening her from her sleep. Her sly eyes, whispered: "Is it raining..."

The sky is dim, but there is no rain falling.

Her eyelids hang down, and the eyelids cover the purple eyes again. The little body squats into a comfortable posture and gradually goes to sleep.

"You... are you eager for strength?"

In her sleep, her body shrank slightly, as if she had returned to the rainy night of the rainstorm three years ago.

"I want to..." She squatted on the muddy ground and tried her best to raise her right hand. She shouted desperately: "Give me strength... I want revenge... I want..."

"...kill my mother..."

"Ha ha ha ha..." The low voice sounded in the rain, like a devil's laughter; "So... I will give you strength. But... from today on, you have to remember your real name, that is... the demon... ..."

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On the bustling road, a man and a woman walked side by side. The woman is dressed in a purple dress, and her body is perfect, attracting the stunning eyes of many men and the gaze of women. It’s just that the wide sunglasses and visor cover half of the face, so people can’t see it. But the pedestrians will never think that this person is actually resounding in "Reincarnation", or that the first fairy in China, Duanmu Yiren.

The wind was all in bulk, the slippers on the feet, the body attire reveals a lazy male charm, and the obsessive eyes of countless women fell on him, and Duanmu Yi people secretly tasted it.

The lightly gripped soft smudge in the hand oozes a layer of fine sweat. The wind whispered and asked: "Is it still used?"

"Yeah!" she replied quietly. In just a few days of getting along, her feelings about him have already changed dramatically. Perhaps before she rushed to the devil with her heart, she did not think about the situation like today.

I was so addicted to myself... I was indulged in a man I once hated the most. Perhaps from the first second she met him, she began to be conquered by him, little by little, until he was completely destroyed by him. Those pastimes that were once a nightmare, now recalling that there is no more hate, only confusion and inexplicable shame.

"miss home?"

Family……

Duanmu Yiren’s head hangs down gently: “Thinking...” She thought of the bright and unparalleled little emperor, who wanted to give her the warmest, no big brother, big sister. "But..." She suddenly looked up and said firmly, "I won't go back, and I never thought about going back."

The wind sighed and smiled. "Don't be nervous. I don't mean to send you back. Since you have fallen into my hands, I don't want to break away in this life."

The overbearing and even ruthless words made her heart feel happy. Suddenly she thought that this was her first time with him, and it was the first time she was shopping with a man... In the heart of the lake, her body leaned against him, greedily breathing the smell of him. There is no masculinity.

"Talk to me about your past life. Since you have decided to be my woman, you should let your man know everything about you."

The wind stopped in front of a beautifully decorated tea house, and after taking a look, took her and walked in.

At noon, there are not many people inside. Most of them are in fine tea, and they talk in a low voice. The only thing that can be heard clearly is the elegant and peaceful guzheng.

Pulling the Dumu Yi people sit down by the window, and then ordered two dragon and phoenix tea spots.

"Can you say it now?"

Duanmu Yi people bowed their heads, and two Xueyu small hands were twisted together. She "hmm", began to slowly recall her past, the memories of more than a decade, but did not bring her pain, because she knows that she has left the place of memory forever.

Hey!

The eyes of the wind slanted, because the delicate and delicate bead curtain at the entrance of the tea house was violently opened, and the four cocky men came in. The two waiters just wanted to meet, but their faces changed after seeing their identity. His face was full of fear, and he rushed to say hello.

Regaining his gaze, he watched the Dumuyi people, listening quietly to her complaints, from her mother's premature departure, to her lonely and lonely childhood.

The melodious guzheng sound makes people's moods surprisingly peaceful. Duanmu Yi people gradually dissolved into their own complaints, their eyes became blurred, their voices became very low, very pure, very real, as if to let him see her childhood scene.

The world seems to be quiet, and the wind is smiling and listening. At this moment, the teahouse next to it has a discordant voice.

"This figure, this skin, super best. This woman must play... Hehehehe,"

The sound of snoring is very low, but the wind is really touching. He still smiles with a look. His patience and murder are comparable. Unless he is willing to do it, it is difficult for others to see what he is thinking from his face.

"Look at the man's long, shouldn't it be the duck in the store?"

The moving complaints stopped, and the eyes of Duanmu Yi looked at the wind, and countless eyes also looked to this side. The sound of the previous voice was not deliberately suppressed, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears in an elegant and clean tea house.

It’s just one of the few people who just came in. The English man who hasn’t talked has been looking at the perfect figure of Duanmu Yi, and from time to time, he’s squinting at the wind. It seems that these tall people seem to be these people. Leader. The arrogant plate-inch youth reached out and pulled the neckline of the black shirt, and the chest was looming with a blue dragon with claws and claws.

The tattoo is indeed a threat to the people who are obedient, but in the eyes of the real cow, it is just a ridiculous act of jumping the clown to show off the prestige. The wind smirked and laughed. He didn't care to play with the teacup in his hand. He shook his head and sighed: "Let's go, I don't really like the place with flies."

His voice is so low that it can be heard only by Duanmu Yi. Duanmu Yiren lightly "hmm", let him take the small hand and go outside.

It is obvious that the young people of the slaves see the wind and leave without talking. The arrogance is even more arrogant. He stood up fiercely and said arrogantly: "The kid, stop. You are lucky, my young master looks at your girl, leaving the girl, you can roll."

Those who dare to be so arrogant in Jinghua must have considerable background and power. The tea house was quiet and quiet, and the argument was completely disappeared, but no one dared to come out and blend it. Several waiters are more pitiful looking at the wind and the Dumu Yi people. The energy of this "young master" is very clear, they know very well.

Duanmu Yi's face was a little white, and the body leaned against the wind. The wind looked at her and smiled slightly, holding her hand tightly. A strange sense of security passed down her hand to the heart, leaving her uneasiness that had just risen and disappeared.

Is this the feeling of being protected? Duanmu Yi people are fascinated by this strange happiness, and the body is almost attached to him. As he slowly walks out, he will never care about the back. The voice of people's disgust.

"Kid, you can't get it! Know who the grandfather is!" The young man suddenly yelled up, and the voice shocked a lot of people, and also resigned a lot of pity.

boom!

A slight sway from the hand of the wind, the cup that had been held in his left hand was broken into four smooth pieces, and then he was thrown back.

"what!!!"

It was not until they walked out of the restaurant that the late screams were heard. The mouth of the popular mouth is mocking, and each person cuts off one ear. This is already a great kindness.

"Is there any trouble, that person... seems to be very powerful." Duanmu Yi said with some concern.

"There will be people who deal with it." The wind faintly smiled, his eyes looked like an inadvertent glance at his back, and then took the Dumu Yi people to go home: "This world, there is never a shortage of jumping clowns. Back home, I am again Keep listening to your story."

The gentle voice melted all the sorrowful and fascinating moments of Duanmuyi people. At this moment, she had the urge to cry. Because he finally admitted her identity, and she fell in love with him completely in just a few days. From the moment they met, the dream-like scene began to replay in her mind... She nodded hard and smiled and wept. She suddenly realized that the seemingly crazy to unreasonable choice must be the most correct and perfect choice in her life.

Thirty seconds later, a call hit Chu Yingying, letting her peaceful face turn down.

"Is there anyone who found that person?" she asked coldly.

"It is the young master of Guo."

"Guo... I dare to humiliate my son. Give you a day to drive Guo out of Jinghua. I don't want them to smear my baby son's eyes again!"

"……Yes!"

Sitting on the sofa, Long Wei looked helplessly, but did not say anything to stop her from being too aggressive. The maternal love that has been suppressed for more than two decades suddenly bursts out, and its intensity is strong enough to be described as horrible.

(I finally finished the protagonist's life, and there will be no things for the dragon family in the future. Next, deal with the wind city, then go to an island country to make a noise, and open a cruel mission.)

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