Legend of the Asura

The soft cry of water finally eased, becoming an intermittent sob, and weeping the windy chest. She was already crying and was pumped out of strength. She was unable to stand up in his arms. Don't want to get up.

The wind gently lifted the water softly, put him on the big bed in the room, softly said: "Well, you don't cry, you can sleep for a while, okay?"

He felt that she was too tired, he had no news, the string in her heart was tightly stretched, and she did not know how many days and nights had not rested safely.

The water lying down softly and gently shook his head, and the eyes of the mist did not look at him with a glimpse of his eyes. The two small hands also clung to his clothes.

The wind squatted down, gently on her lips, clutching her little hand and whispering: "I promise that the first person I saw after my little soft wake up must be me."

The soft face of the water showed a happy smile. In the next second, she had already fallen asleep.

During this time, both her body and her heart seem to be hung up by a string. She is really tired.

Yang Xiruo gently covered her quilt, then walked to the wind, holding his arm and leaning on him.

"Look at the Iraqi sister. She has had a hard time during this time, and without her, I don't know if I can hold it down." Yang Xiruo said, leaning against him again, and then he refused. Release his arm.

Windy nodded, smiled and took care of her slightly messy hair, and then gently walked out of the room.

Yang Xi Ruo looked at his back... She felt vaguely that he changed and seemed to be more mature, gentler and more fascinating than before. That kind of feeling is wonderful, you can only carefully taste it.

Above the balcony, a graceful figure faced the window, and the delicate shoulders shivered slightly. Hearing the footsteps, her shoulders trembled even more, but she resisted not turning.

The wind rushed behind her, stretched out her arms from behind and wrapped her waist around so that her body was close to her. She whispered in her ear: "Ie, do you miss me?"

"What are you doing back!" She bit her lip and made a cold vibrato.

"Because I miss you so much, I am back." The wind slowly held her tight, and she seemed to be a little thin.

"It hurts you..."

"What are you doing back! You are a big bastard!" Duanmu Yi turned sharply, but could not get out of the windy arms. Her face was full of crystal tears, and she struggled to beat his chest while struggling. Before... "You bastard...big bastard! What are you going to be satisfied with in the end? You have no reason to tarnish me again and again, ruining my innocence, and let me want to destroy it many times. I lost myself... Later, I thought I found my home, but you left us all in your heart. Do you know how we came over in the past six months... You are such a big demon without conscience, big bastard..."

She was so eager to hold her, let her beat and vent, until she cried out and couldn’t say anything. The strength on his hand was getting smaller and smaller, and then he was pushed to his chest by the wind.

"Why let me meet you..." she said faintly.

"Because, you can only belong to me in this life." The wind slammed against her ear and made a sound that only she could hear.

The pair of jade hands that were always on his chest finally hang down, then slowly hugged him and made himself more tight with him.

"Why I still don't want to leave you... If you let me make a choice, I will still choose to meet you, you are... my devil."

"Yeah, I am a demon, and it is a demon that you can never hide in this life. So, I am a little woman for a lifetime..." said the wind and smiled.

Duanmu Yi did not speak, the dagger leaned on his shoulder, and the corner of his mouth showed a warm smile.

The feeling of being cared for by him is really warm.

In the past, he never told her such intoxicating love words. In front of her, he was always so strong, and he used his strength to conquer her body and mind.

The slight changes in the wind, the Dumu Yi people feel more clear than Yang Xiruo. Is the departure of Yao’s sister to make him more cherish us? Duanmu Yi thought quietly.

A slight soothing footstep sounded in the back, faint, and a refreshing coolness slowly slammed into the back as the footsteps approached. The wind smacked gently to release the Duanmu Yi people in his arms, smiled and turned around, facing a pair of ice blue eyes.

"Binger, you are back." Looking at the eyes that were more sapphire than the sapphire, the wind asked softly. For him, she has not gone home for too long.

Chen Binger nodded and looked at him like a dream. Even she did not realize that she was laughing, and laughing like a blooming flower was beautiful.

This is a woman born for ice. Even in the face of the wind, she rarely laughs, and even her father has never seen her smile. Because this is her extremely ice-like nature.

Although she wanted to use all her strength to hug him, she was forced to push her own emotions that almost exploded. Because of the next few steps, the cold around her will freeze the Dumuyi people. She only stood there for a little while, and she had already laid a thin layer of frost on her footsteps. It is the finely broken ice that the water vapor in the air condenses in the cold.

The slap in the face of a Duanmu Yiren, a mysterious saying: "Iyi, it is good to go back to the bedroom first, and if you don't want to come out temporarily."

Duanmu Yiren left his body, his right hand wiped the tears on his face without a trace, and responded lightly, then revealed a warm smile to Chen Binger, returned to the bedroom and gently put the door.

She and Chen Binger had almost no exchanges, but in the silent contact for half a year, they had already established a sister-like tacit understanding with the same man. Chen Binger rejects everyone - except for the people around him.

Chen Binger finally rushed into the wind with a cool wind, buried the dagger in his chest, his shoulders violently shaking.

When they saw his first reaction, he hugged him tightly and vented his emotions with tears.

She silently cries, for the attachment of feelings, there is no one in the world who has a very ice heart.

However, her emotional path has been so weak. Because of the existence of Feng Yao, she carefully buried her feelings in her heart, and because of the tolerance of Feng Yao and the appearance of other women, she was delighted, but still so cautious, lest he would not accept her feelings - such a blow, She doesn't know if she can live with it. When she lost him, she painfully broke her heart... When he said that he would marry her, she felt that her world had changed color. To this end, she tried hard to accept the father who had been used to indifference... However, after losing him for the second time, he finally returned to her side, and this time, she will never let go.

Until her body's instigation finally began to ease, the wind only lifted her from her arms, reaching out to caress her ice-like snow; "Binger, you just laughed when you were really beautiful, just now I am totally fascinated. So, do you smile for me every day?"

Chen Binger nodded hard and looked up. The ice lips were slightly tilted, and a beautiful and suffocating curvature was formed. The ice-like light blue eyebrows still trembled.

In the future, she will face him with a smile every day, and she will only laugh and show him alone.

From the moment when Chen Binger appeared in his sight, he noticed the ice-colored clothes she wore. The long skirt seemed to be made of thin ice crystals, lightly covering her graceful body. Reflecting the strange icy crystal. And this is clearly Chen Binger in the reincarnation of the world, Qinglong gave her the "extreme ice star". It is condensed by the cold and secluded temples in the extreme glaciers. Its coldness is almost unimaginable. When Chen Binger wears it in his body, the extremely cold stars can not irritate her sleeping ice all the time. Power. This is also the reason why Chen Binger has become more and more chilly in the past six months.

However, the only way Chen Binger wanted to have this extremely ice star in the real world was through the transfer of the popular refining pot. But just three months ago, when Chen Binger stepped out of the world of reincarnation and walked out of the game cabin, he found that he was wearing it... as in the world of reincarnation. The dress she used to wear was completely different. It is also from that day that the ice star will magically follow her in and out of the world, and everything is so incredible. It was also from that day that the cold around her body became more terrible, and only she knew that her real-world ice-system ability had soared, but she had never shot or cultivated since this time.

This extremely ice star material may not exist in this world, and its gorgeousness is amazing. If Chen Binger walks on the street like this, he will surely erase the eyes of countless men and women.

However, in the past six months, in order to protect the wind, she rarely left the wind home, even if she occasionally left, she would change into ordinary clothes. The chill around the body and the lower and lower temperature became the perfect barrier for her to touch, but it also brought her various troubles.

In the half year of the coma, the wind faintly knew this. He didn't ask much, extended his right hand and pressed his palm on Chen Bing's chest.

"Don't talk." After the wind blew, closed his eyes, his eyebrows condensed, and the power of chaos slowly poured into Chen Binger's body.

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