Legend of the Asura

"Brother..." The baby didn't know when he had walked to his side, gently pulling his clothes, timid, worried, fear... looking at the figure lying in his arms, she bite her lower lip, take He cried and asked: "Yaoer sister, she, she... was she injured?"

"No, she... fell asleep."

Long Wei’s body slammed.

"Really... Really?" The baby bit her lip hard, resisting crying, but the crystal tears poured out from the corner of the eye like a spring.

"Hey..." Longwei walked behind him and patted him on the shoulder. At that moment, he felt his body cold and scary, like a dead body that had been frozen for 10,000 years.

"Men don't want to suppress, cry out." Looking at the calm and indifferent to the terrible son, Long Wei closed his eyes, raised his head, and endured the sourness of both eyes.

In the silence of death, Feng Yao quietly lies in the arms of the wind, quiet as if a beautiful painting. There is no fear of death on her face, only deep nostalgia and a touch of relief... is to comfort his mother, or to comfort him.

He was squatting there, his empty eyes staring straight at her face, slowly, his tears streaming down his cheeks, scarlet, blood!

"what!!!!!!!!!"

The sorrowful sorrows of the sky, so that the night sky is mournful. The **** tears drip down to her chest... I haven’t cried in countless times of painful torture. I haven’t cried in countless **** trainings. When the beloved woman betrayed, she didn’t cry, the righteous father left. He didn't cry when he went... This moment of blood and tears.

"Hey..." Chu Yingying kneels beside him, shaking his arms and trying to erase the blood marks on his face.

"Get out!"

A strong force Chu Yingying ruthlessly flew out, accompanied by a heartbreaking grief, the wind holding the body of Feng Yao rushed out of the Dragon House, madly disappeared into the night, all the way down Blood marks. At the same time, the sound of the baby crying and the footsteps she chased out sighed in the Long Family Courtyard.

Chu Yingying’s empty eyes sat on the ground and looked at the blood on the ground.

"Why... why do you want to treat us like this... why..."

A little bloodshot shed from Longwei's tight right hand. He walked up to Chu Yingying to lift her up and whispered: "Ying Ying, strong up... This is not your fault. If you are jealous, what should our children do?"

Chu Yingying rubbed his hands and cried.

Long Wei didn't talk any more, patted her back for a while and walked out of the hall.

Chu Yingying gradually stopped crying. She went to the stunned blood, and squatted her body, shaking her hands and picking up the photos that were blown up in the explosion.

The photos, one by one, describe the beautiful smiles of several girls. Their style is perfect, their clever smiles are stunned... They are clever and tired on his side... Fengyao is even more beautiful as if it should not exist in world. In the photo, her gentle smile is enough to eclipse the sun and the moon.

These photos are from the mysterious birthday present, a small box. They recorded a few girls and his warm life, and recorded the history of the wind and the wind growing up from small to large... They are complete, some are blown to the point of being unrecognizable, and some are stained with blood. She picked them up one by one, wiped them one by one, and wept with tears.

An old figure leaned against the wall, looking at the dark sky, as if he had died.

Heavy footsteps approached the old man. Long Wei looked at the old man who was already familiar with it and couldn't be familiar again. He closed his eyes with distress.

"Wang Bo, how many years have you been in my dragon family?" He leaned against the wall and asked with a vicissitude.

"Sixty-two years."

"How old are you today..."

"Sixty-seven years old." He answered replied.

"Why!" Long Wei closed his eyes and sighed.

"I am sorry for the Dragon family." He said decadently, his eyes were empty. For more than sixty years, the first shot was the only shot, and he failed. The dragon family was safe and sound, but ruined an innocent girl.

"Twenty-one years ago, the leak of that thing..."

"it's me."

A heavy boxing on the wall, Longwei's right hand is splashed with blood.

"Haha... haha... hahahaha!" He held the wall with his hand and laughed in pain. There is a deep sadness in the laughter.

"I was adopted by my grandfather at the age of five, grew up with my father, and took care of me from childhood, taught me how to behave... Although your face is my personal servant, but my dad always treats you half. Brother, half friend, and I have been taking you half father, half teacher..."

Wang Bo sat there motionless, like a weathered dry corpse. It’s just the old eyes, tears and tears.

"In the past, my dragon family lost my son. We suspected that there was all inside the family... but I didn't even suspect you... I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

He wants to cry, and wants to laugh... laughs at his stupidity, laughs at this big irony, and laughs at the fate of this bitch.

"Young master... let me die..."

"You are not qualified to call me a young master!" A pistol arrived on Wang Bo's head. At this time, Long Wei had no such calm and calmness. The muscles on his face were twitching, his heart was twitching, and he was holding a gun. The right hand is shaking constantly.

"The emperor sixty-two years ago, Tokugawa Izuo... sent me." Without Longwei's inquiry, he said it, and the eyes without a focal length were gray.

Long Wei sneered: "I have forbeared for a full sixty-two years. With my trust in you, you have countless opportunities to put me to death during this period. Why do you choose today? Why is it today!!"

How much he wants to die is himself. Even if he is dead, his father can stand up and prop up everything. And the death of the poor girl, the consequences of the introduction can not be imagined, he is his son, but also the **** shadow, but also Shura! Once the blood emperor's shadow has lost his sense of reason, with his horrible skills, who can block it!

And... the family that had just been connected was blown up by the explosion. Perhaps from that moment on, he will only have hatred for the Dragon family...

"What they want is a ... spy who gives them news... If I expose it early, it’s hard to have another person who will reach my position... but... whether it’s the real world or the reincarnation, the young masters are too good. ... the Emperor is afraid... can't stand it anymore, let me remove him at all costs...other..."

"Otherwise, what kind of threat is it, so that you will be remembered at the age of five, and you will not forget it for sixty-two years!" Longwei asked with a red eyes.

Wang Bo did not answer, and the voice slowly said: "I want to see the young master... It is too difficult, I dare not let this opportunity. But... I lost... Dragon Family God... I am sorry for that girl."

Longwei took back the pistol and turned around silently. "Take him away."

Several members of the fearful Feng group immediately rushed forward to set up the old man who had been completely disabled.

"Let me die..." The mission failed. He and his family will die. His feelings with the Dragon family have been completely cut off. At this time, he is desperate and wants to die.

"You can't die... your life and death, only my son is qualified to decide."

"Go check all the corners, and all the places he might have been to see if there are any other liquid bombs." In a cold voice, Long Wei left with a heavy footstep.

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

On her eighteenth birthday, he held her tightly, and the words were like a stream of water, sorrowful and sorrowful. "In order to hold you, I can give everything, even if my heart is always dark, you are me. The only light!"

Her happiness and faintness at that time seemed to appear clearly in front of him again, then became blurred... and then blurred...

He thought that one day he might suddenly lose his life, thinking that one day he would lose everything he got... but never thought she would leave. Because he didn't dare, he never dared to think about how he should live without the world of Yao.

From small to large, her figure fills his world. She always stays with him meekly and softly, following him like a shadow, taking care of him, accompanying him, everything she does, is not for him... he is her life, is Her world.

He slowly got used to her softness, her perfection...until she suddenly lost her...he feared, despair, the world collapsed, heartbreaking...

Even if he is the **** shadow of everyone's fear, even if he is the Shura that makes the world tremble, even if he will have the great wealth of the rich enemy... What about it... Without you sharing with me, I got the world, How can you...

Yaoer, my brother is wrong, really wrong...

Unexpectedly drifting in the night sky, full of desolate, tearful face... In front of me, it seems to be a red, and it seems to be a gray... until... darkness... holding her still **** body, he It fell from the sky.

Hey~~

A string in the heart suddenly collapsed, and the chaotic atmosphere in the body became more solid in the chaos... Under desperation, the porch broke, and chaos directly broke through to the fifth floor.

But...how about...

Nothing can be felt except Yao Yao in his arms... Perhaps there is nothing more to shake his heart as if he died.

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