Legend of the Asura

At the moment of falling to the ground, his body finally stopped and fell to the ground. He held Feng Yao gently in his arms, blood and tears still, the warmth of countless times of chaos gas unreservedly flocked to her body without the slightest vitality. Although he knows in his heart that what he wants to see will only be a luxury.

He can save all the people... but he can't save his Yao.

"Yao... child..."

In the silent night sky, he finally made a heart-wrenching hoarse voice, watching her eyes closed tightly, and the heart was pierced by a thousand arrows.

"Wake up... please wake up..."

"Yaoer... You will swear, I will go later than me... Why don't you keep the oath... I am not dead yet, how can you die..."

"Yaoer...you wake up!!!" The power of chaos rushed in, blood and tears.

"My brother is wrong... my brother will not take revenge again in the future, no longer do the first person in the reincarnation, no more gossip... my brother will stay with you forever, no separation for one minute and one second. ...please wake you up...wake up..."

Perhaps the fifth layer of chaos has finally produced results. The horrible trauma of Feng Yao’s back began to heal with a more horrible degree. It only healed in just ten seconds, and the new skin was white and snowy. I couldn't see a trace of the wound... and the surface of her body, faintly flashing a layer of red brilliance... it was almost impossible to see.

The sadness of the man is still... The wound is getting better, but her body is still so cold, just like his cold heart. How hopeful he is, the person who died is himself, not her.

A golden mang shot from the wind, painted into a beautiful girl figure. She looked at the windy Yao who was dying in her arms, and she was mourning without God: "Impossible... impossible, how could she die... How could she die... She is... I am wrong ……"

Her appearance did not let the wind have a slight reaction, he looked at her pale face, crying... begging...

"Yaoer... Please wake up... wake up!"

"Why don't you let me die... Why is it not me who died..."

His voice, his despair, made Xuanyuan's heart hurt and hurt. She walked over to him and reached out to wipe away the blood and tears on his face, but only touched an illusion.

"Wind brother... don't cry, okay. My wind brother is the strongest and strongest person, how can I cry..."

Her voice gradually choked and covered her face. She suppressed her crying into a golden mang, and returned to the wind.

In the darkness, a glaring golden awn was illuminated. A huge golden phoenix was shot from the body of Feng Yao, hovering over them, and a **** sorrow.

In the end, it was re-made as a golden man, flying to the wind and into his body.

The gloomy eyes looked at the night sky, the silent night, the whistling north wind was weeping gently. He picked up Feng Yao's body and walked forward.

"Yaoer...we go home...no one can hurt you...no more..."

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Time, pointing to 10 o'clock in the evening.

The atmosphere is extraordinarily weird, and in some repressed atmosphere, Yang Xiruo suddenly turns off the TV and rubs his hand against his chest.

"I don't know why, my heart beats fast." She said with some uneasiness, her eyes constantly looking at the big, beautiful clock.

"Me too, young master and Yaoer sister, why not come back..."

When the phone rang, Yang Xiruo quickly got up and grabbed the phone: "Big Brother!"

There was a silence on the phone, Longwei long sighed: "Has he not yet gone?"

Yang Xiruo stayed and said quickly: "Hello Long Bobo, I am a big brother, he is not..."

"After he goes back, trouble you to take care of him, trouble you..." After the heavy voice, the phone was hung up. Yang Xiruo’s grasp of the microphone, the anxiety in his heart was magnified countless times.

"Small if, what happened?" Duanmu Yi people took a fruit plate and came out, put it on the table and asked with a chuckle.

Yang Xiruo gently bites his mouth, slowly put down the phone, and his heart beats faster and faster.

Phoenix Street under the night, there are very few vehicles. Under some dim light, a lonely and lonely figure is slowly moving in the middle of the road. Every step seems to be as heavy as a thousand, and the landing is extremely heavy.

After the harsh brakes, a car that had just turned around the corner was struggling to stop at the moment when it almost touched his body. A fierce, angry-looking yellow man stepped down from the car and rushed to the wind. In front of you: "You are **** dead, not long eyes!"

As if he didn't see him at all, he didn't even hear what he said, and he passed away by the wind.

The fire that was ignored by the little yellow head was almost a burst of fire. His mind was hot, and he rushed to the front of the wind, blocking his way. He just had to scream and suddenly saw the wind Yao in his arms.

"Mom, it turned out to be a dead wife..."

puff……

An arm ruthlessly penetrated his body from the heart... He was so convex now that he could not believe and fear with a face. The chest broke open a big hole.

There was no trace of blood on his arm. He didn't look back. He was still indifferent, as if he had just stepped on a negligible ant.

In the dark, several black women's heart beats fiercely. They have not killed people, but they have never seen such cruel and **** ways of killing.

"Hurry up and deal with it... it’s bad if you see it..."

"He... is he really okay?"

"..."

"Don't tell the owner... She is sad enough."

"Ugh……"

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When the door knocked, Yang Xiruo almost ran wildly and opened the door.

The **** scent came over her face. She just wanted to cover her nose subconsciously. Suddenly, she was stunned by the eyes that were completely lifeless.

"Big Brother..." She saw his arms, Feng Yao pale to a terrible face, slamming his mouth.

The wind and the eyes are indifferent, and the footsteps seem to move forward without the goal.

"Yao's sister, she...has she been injured?" she asked, and the blood was smeared... the tattered clothes... the blood on her face... the gray eyes... her heart was sinking , sinking again...

"She... fell asleep..." The windy, nightmare answer, the footsteps slowly moved.

Yang Xiruo turned around in front of her eyes, and she forced the housing door to prevent her body from falling off.

"Young Master..." At the first sight of his, the soft face of the water became pale, and she shouted weakly... At this time, he was so strange. Let her be so scared, afraid to cry.

Duanmu Yi people just walked out of the room and immediately felt the repressed gas field, which made her almost unable to breathe... I was completely strange, and there was a reaction between Xi and soft... She suddenly understood what, heart Instantly sink to the bottom.

He finally stopped and stood there like a fossil. The entire living room is quiet and terrible.

The glittering brilliance flashed, and a hail of chilly chill appeared in front of the wind. Once, it was taken from the extreme glaciers to protect the soft body of water, and now...

In the vagueness, he remembered the fascinating eyes of Feng Yao, the sound of fluttering...

"If one day I lose my life, I want to rest in it."

"When people always go old... If I get to that day, I hope I can see my brother go first, then I can lie in my hail with my brother's body... In that case, even if there is no life. , we can still stay forever..."

Gently put her body into the hail... At the moment when the two bodies separated, he seemed to hear the sound of his soul floating.

"Forever... won't let you leave me..."

I used to think that I was strong enough to resist any setbacks and blows. Even if my father died, I didn’t shed a tear... But until I lost you, I realized that I am so fragile and fragile. Thin ice that is broken at once...

Why do you want to take revenge... Why should you insist on finding the secret of the reincarnation of the world... Why try to accept that family... Why didn’t you cherish the time that every minute and every time with you... Forever Accompanied by you... I have always been persistent, and what I have been pursuing is so insignificant compared to your smile.

The world is boundless. Looking forward to the evening, I hope to go to the DPRK. A person who is out of heart, every moment of time, is suffering. Tell me, how can I steal time and exchange it with the moment that I am accompanying you? Use all my strength to hold you tightly and stop you from letting you disappear into my eyes! Whispering my pain, my regret... never separated!

Her face slowly blurred in the line of sight, consciousness was slowly stripped, and the soul seemed to be slowly leaving the body... Far away...

The wind blew a black front and fell heavily.

"Big brother!" Yang Xiruo struggling to rush to him, trying to lift him up, but his eyes still open, but there is no trace of it in the body... body, cold terrible.

"Soft, Ie..."

The three delicate girls held him together as if they were not angry, and put them on the big bed. He looked at the ceiling so slyly, his body was as calm as a stagnant water, and he didn't even have any signs of breathing, as if he had died.

"Help me... help me send Yao's sister here." Yang Xiruo said calmly, deep in the scorpion, buried two piles of deep snow.

The hail lying on the wind Yao Yao was moved to the bed by the three girls, his side.

In the hail, she is as beautiful as a fairy, and under the fascinating glaciers, even the words "extraordinary" are difficult to describe its glory.

The soft water of the whimper can no longer be tolerated, and the crying pear flower is raining.

"How could this be..." Duanmu Yi people caressed the windy and stiff face, and said that he was lost.

Yang Xiruo turned and went, tears overflowed, and the tears could not be heard.

"Young Master... He will wake up soon, isn't it..." The water gently touched Yang Xiruo's clothes and sobbed and asked.

Yang Xiruo’s face was pale and biting his lips: “The big brother is the strongest person in the world. He can support all the frustrations and difficulties... But Yao’s sister... that’s his life... ..."

She is dead, his heart is dead with her...

Looking at the empty eyes, she could not imagine the future of this warm home.

A beautiful dream seems to burst in an instant.

Drying her tears, she stood up, took a deep breath, looked at the same quiet wind and wind, and the moist eyes gradually became firm. "Sisters... don't cry... we can't live without this home, we, we can, we will call back to the big brother..."

The water is soft and tearful, and the Dumu Yi people nod their heads with tears. Fully integrated into this home, she has long since ceased to be cold and proud. At this time, she was helpless and wanted to cry. His body, mind, and life are completely handed over to him. If he falls down, he may not have a reason to live.

Resist the cold, and if the soft and gentle movements, the windy and **** clothes will be peeled off little by little, revealing the perfect body like snow jade. Then, she was replaced with a beautiful white snow skirt, which was covered with a few transparent hailstones. This beautiful skirt, Feng Yao will only wear it to him.

"To let...big brother, see his most beautiful Yaoer every day. She really just fell asleep...not leaving us..."

"Who killed the Yaoer sister." The water is still soft and weeping, and the voice is weak.

Yang Xiruo’s eyes flashed and decided: “No matter who... We will not let anyone hurt the big brother... no one can!”

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