Legend of the Asura

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This is a room with a variety of complicated books and a variety of big or small dolls, which gives a very weird feeling. The door was closed, and there were two figures in the room. The old must-have long-legged, nearly a year old, looks like only three or four years old.

"Yellow uncle, look, I am still very good and very good, nothing at all." Duanmu looked up and smiled at him.

Huang Yisheng did not speak. He slowly and resolutely stretched out his dry right hand, grabbed the left hand of Duanmu, and then grabbed it on his chest and forced it.

The delicate pale palms and fingertips were filled with different sizes, such as honeycomb scars, which were shocking.

Huang Yisheng’s eyes have a wet feeling, and the dry old hands are shaking and shaking, and the heartache is like a needle.

"Hey, why are you suffering!" Next to his little hand, he almost felt the pain of the cone he suffered.

Duanmu shook his head in disappointment, and his face still had a smile: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt at all. Huang Bobo said, if you fall asleep, you may wake up again, so..." His double The eyes bent: "I will not let myself fall asleep."

So... When the weak and tired shock of the body made him almost fall down, he used the needle and put it into his fingers and palms again and again... Ten fingers and even the pain, only to make him really Sober, forget the sleepiness.

Huang Yisheng squatted under his body and his hands trembling on his shoulders: "Tell Huang Bobo, how long have you been sleeping?"

Duanmu's gaze appeared a moment of confusion and dodge.

"Three months, isn't it?" he asked, shaking his voice.

"Well," Duanmu nodded gently, but quickly smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, Huang Bobo, you see, my spirit is very good, really good. There is a magic drink of Longfeng Group, Not at all sleepy."

Huang Yisheng smiled and shook his head: "People can always keep their energy, but never sleep?"

For three months, this can't be called a miracle, but a miracle!

His almost exhausted vitality originally decided that he should die three months ago, but... because of his words, he persisted in this cruel way.

How can he not see it? At this time, Duanmu’s life is fragile and terrible. The fragile blisters that are broken like a blow can be a great miracle.

What kind of will is, what kind of attachment makes him persist in the present in such a cruel way.

When turned around, Huang Yisheng swallowed.

"It’s no use for Huang Bobo!" He bowed his head and his feet were heavy. His medical skills are unparalleled in the world, but he can't save him the most loved one. The name of the "medical saint" that he once proud of, he has no face to carry.

"Yellow uncle." Duanmu screamed him: "Don't talk to anyone. If you see your mother is sad, I will let myself fall asleep."

It was this cruel threat, and Huang Yisheng nodded and took a heavy footstep.

The moment the door was closed, the old man burst into tears.

Another needle was tied into the finger, and the heavy eyelids of the Duanmu slammed open, and the face flashed pain, but was quickly replaced by a smile.

"He...returned, I believe, you will take your mother soon...it will be soon."

"I didn't see my mother happy, how can I fall asleep..."

He smiled softly, and his eyes didn't know when it was already tearful. Every day, he must use his own wisdom to fabricate too many reasons to deceive his mother, to make all sorts of cover-ups to pass on everyone... everything is to wait for someone. The wonderful premonition told him that he would come to him soon...

The wind vanished from the real world and disappeared completely.

I searched all the corners that I could find. Even half of the surveillance videos of all the streets in Jinghua City were filtered finely and finely, but I didn't find his shadow. He evaporated from the human world like the air.

"Where did he go? Is he really... even the body has entered the reincarnation?" Xiao Tian shook his faint brain, worried that he couldn't understand it.

Chen Binger is silent.

The world of reincarnation is full of incredible, they have long known. But this "unbelievable" always has a limit.

"There is no way to go to the East." Chen Binger suddenly asked, she is referring to the reincarnation of the world.

Xiao Tian’s faceless helper: “Only the terrorist attack that can kill the super-god level can break the national border. We don’t even think about it.”

"I will go first, report to the old sister, and then see if you can find the boss through other means." Xiao Tian got up and left the Fengjia Villa.

"呜~~"

Xiao Tiangang left, the water softly endured for a long time and the tears flowed out. Duanmu Yi people whispered comfortably: "Don't be sad, he is so powerful, no one can hurt him, he will be back soon."

"But...but no one cooks for the young master, I am afraid he will be hungry...hey~"

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Under the chill of the continuous release of Wannian Xuanbing, the room of Xinxiangyu kept a different kind of coolness all the year round. Crystal clear and transparent like the crystal-like hail, Feng Yao hits the snow white palace skirt, the mouth is smiling and quiet. After lying in the Wannian Xuan Bing for six months, her skin seems to become more white and flawless, beautiful and fascinating... heartbreaking.

"Yaoer sister, what should I do." Yang Xiruo knees beside the hail, helplessly whispering.

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One day later.

All Dongpu people will not forget this day because of this day. Hatred, fear, trepidation, shame... all sorts of nightmares, suddenly began.

After a night of confusion, Shura once again hit a transparent barrier. Without hesitation, his whole body burst into red light, and the demon sword in his hand ruthlessly destroyed a huge gap in the borders of the Eastern Warriors.

With the flight of Shura, the system of Shura’s return to the Dongpu Theater prompted the sound of the world, and the whole Dongpu continent had a lot of chaos. At the same time, countless people who were looking for Shura’s whereabouts quickly shifted their sights to the Dongpu Theater.

After crossing the borders of the Eastern Warrior Theater, there was still boundless Wang Yang. Shura’s mouth showed a strange and gloomy smile. He took back the white, and the whole body flashed white and disappeared.

The place where he appears again is arguably the most densely populated area for players.

Dongpu Continental Imperial City----The center of the square of the Emperor City, once here, he trampled on the dignity of all Dongpu players.

At the moment he appeared, the Emperor City alarmed. As the "first culprits" of the Emperor City, as long as he set foot on the Emperor City, he was the object of full arrest.

The central square of the Emperor City is very lively. The appearance of Shura’s dark-colored eye-catching attire attracted the attention of nearby players, but they also had a scream in the future. It was like a half-month, and even a dark, curved sword with a **** taste had swept to their bodies.

For a moment, several players within three meters of Shura’s body were smashed.

This is not a time when the heroes are born. When this ferocious scene was **** in the line of sight, people were accustomed to the instinctive panic and chaos of people in a comfortable and harmonious society. For a time, the crowded square was chaotic, filled with the cry of men’s voice and the cry of women’s fear. What they can accept is, after all, the kind of battle that is determined by numbers and attributes.

Dongpu is a ferocious nation, and no one in the world deny this. But this murder is only manifested at the moment they dominate, and when others are fully capable of ruling their destiny, they will behave more humble and weaker than ordinary people. So, in just one second, their heart was almost cracked.

The group of people who fled in the sights of the group let Shura instinctive resentment and murder.

Shura is going to kill the road, but if it is not because someone is in front of him or actively provokes him, he will not take the initiative to pull the sword to splash blood. But...he didn't understand why he wanted to kill like this, and wanted to bring all the people here, all the creatures, and the ones who didn't stay.

He flew up and quickly caught up with the desperately crowded, black sword in his hand with a circle of **** ripples, with a sharp, empty voice, swiftly swept around the body, the road afterimage, in a group The group of players passed by, the sound of the sharp cut of the flesh was endless, without using any skills, all with the speed of the extreme and the ruthless waving of the demon sword. Take away a life.

The pressure of Shura enveloped the scope of horror, and the **** taste became heavier and heavier. Countless players in the escaped desperately wanted to go offline, but failed in despair, and more players have forgotten their own in fear. world.

Ruthless killings don't need a reason, don't hesitate, don't need kindness, don't need anything. The blood is in the sun, it is extraordinarily glamorous.

In this slaughter, Shura’s goal is to -- everyone in sight... all! Players, npc, everything is fine. Those who appeared serious in the face of Shura, but also in the future have to see the world's silver guards all under the sword of Shura.

Every time Shura’s sword is thrown, it will bring a few screams of screaming to the extreme. The horror of the screams makes people’s hearts shudder, and they want to fall.

Thus, the appearance of just one person allowed countless players to escape as if they had no flies. This is the instinct fear caused by the stimulation of blood.

In the chaotic crowd, from time to time, a few shouts of "together, killing Shura" emerged, but they will soon be overwhelmed by the infinite sound.

Perhaps finally realized the seriousness of the problem, a gold guard team leader personally, at the moment he just stood at the side of Shura, a blood light from the top of his line of sight to the bottom... At the moment before his death, he was clear I saw the blood line that separated my body evenly on my chest.

I was killed by the second... This is his last thought before his death.

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