Legend of the Asura

(See the chapter name to know what the protagonist is doing --)

At the beginning of heaven and earth, it is chaos. Chaos, the creation of heaven and earth, the spirit of yin and yang, the rule of all things, the order of heaven and earth.

This is the interpretation of chaos when the righteous father first explained the chaos of him, and it is strikingly similar to the characteristics of the chaotic blood mentioned by Zi Lei Qilin.

A layer of transparent light appears in the popular right hand - yes, it is incredibly transparent.

The first layer of chaos can reinvigorate her. But before that, he must first understand why her life is slowly lost.

Gently put the palm of your hand on the forehead of Xi Ruo, and the force of transparent chaos slowly entered her body.

If the whole body trembles, she is suddenly in a colorful world, just slowly, and the color gradually becomes bleak until she is completely lost. And she also lost consciousness without knowing it.

The slender five fingers slowly passed through the Yao nose, the lips, the jade neck, and the wind and the feel of the changes.

Gently holding a cotton milk, the wonderful feel made the wind disappeared for a moment. He didn't think that under the weak appearance of the eve, he would hide such a large pair of plump, the whole hand could only hold half a hand, and the hand feels soft and extreme, as if it can squeeze out the water with a pinch.

The wind screamed at himself, and quickly mourned, suddenly, an abnormal wriggling came from her heart.

The spirit of the wind spurred, and quickly surrounded the suspicious object with chaotic gas. After determining that it should not appear there, the posture of the finger changed slightly - the long object gradually shrinks, and finally it is like air. Completely disappeared.

The wind retracted his right hand, his face was awe-inspiring, his palm opened, and he slowly looked at the weight of the object to form the original form.

Staying on the first layer of Chaos, he can only turn some small things into the most primitive form of nothingness, and then let it slowly reorganize back to its original form. But it is enough to be against the sky, enough to be shocking.

This is the power that should not exist between heaven and earth.

A silkworm-shaped creature about three centimeters long and with a faint white light slowly appeared in his hands, but could no longer move.

The wind smashed, and the angry flame burned the eyes red. He grasped it and crushed this disgusting life into pieces, and then completely disappeared into the heavens and the earth with the power of chaos.

Sucking the soul, it is actually a sucking soul.

Who is this, actually dealing with such a girl with such vicious means.

As the name implies, a kind of cockroach that survives by absorbing the life and soul of the human body. Once planted, it will be integrated into the blood of the host, and you will not be able to detect it. It will slowly absorb the vitality of the host, let it die after desperation. After the death of the host, there is no vitality dependent on the soul, and it will dissipate. It is even more difficult to find any clues.

Undoubtedly, this is the most sinister kind of scorpion under the sun, because once planted, there is no way to solve it - all people who know this kind of scorpion think so, just the squatter will never think of it. There is the power of chaos, the existence of this anti-sky.

The wind and hate of the "smack", continued to explore on the eve, can be tortured into such a way in a short time, there will never be only one.

Yes, she has a whole seven, and the size is different, obviously planted at different times, the smallest one is only the size of the nail, the time of planting, no more than 7 days.

This is an extremely shocking result.

The windy eyes gradually smashed, and the black pupils transmitted the cold mans of the monks.

Gently stroking the pale face, muttering: "Poor girl, don't be afraid, no one can hurt you in the future."

If the eve of the dream is like a whisper of the wind, the brow of the micro-lock gradually spreads out.

A finger pointing on the brow of Xi Ruo, the constant flow of chaos is instilled into her body, with infinite pity, the wind is unreserved this time, just want her to recover as soon as possible.

Yang Aotian is like an ant on a hot pot, walking around in front of the door with irritability.

An hour passed, and the door was still closed. Such a long time made him worry about his sister's safety, and he accumulated some hope in his heart. He tried his best to resist the impulse to push the door.

At least, he did not have the so-called physicians and medical gods like the previous ones. After a few minutes, he left a sentence that "is not sick at all".

The wind and panting, the extreme weakness of running out of chaos, even made him unable to stand up, lying softly on the floor, slowly absorbing the elements of heaven and earth to restore the power of chaos.

His face was pale as paper, and the strength of moving a finger was gone. Now even a three-year-old child can easily solve him with a knife.

"Yao Er will be very distressed if I see it like this." When I think of Yao, I can't help but smile.

After ten minutes, the power of chaos has probably recovered by 30%, and the wind has just stood up lazily, taking pictures of the dust that does not exist on the body.

"Call, the grandfather is so big, I really haven’t suffered this kind of sin. The kind of raising the hand should not be. The feeling of not moving the foot is really not accepted by people. It is a loss, and it is a blood loss."

"Well? Do you want to collect interest?" Yang Xiruo, who was watching the quiet fairy, said to himself.

Without the pressure before, the wind suddenly began to want to be a beast in this angel.

Shame, he didn't. Since his chaos broke through the foundation two years ago, his temperament has gradually changed, and all the secular rituals of the saints have become **** in his heart.

It is his consistent style to do what he wants to do, and to do what others dare to do.

Picking up Yang Xiruo's unsuitable season coat, there is a thin layer of white and white blouse inside.

The eyes of the wind stagnate, the two ** of the eve are so huge, the top of the cloak seems to be split, even the two delicate pink buds are clearly printed.

Carefully inserting the right hand into her cloak, holding a soft, suddenly, countless delicate overflowing from the hand, extremely soft, slippery like a cream, the wind feels like the blood of the body seems to have come out, uncontrolled Knead it up.

The fabulous to the extreme abundance and feel makes the wind feel like you are going crazy, pushing the blouse fiercely, and the two oppressed snow white rounds instantly bouncing out, the bumpy height of a sultry, originally only wants a little light wind逍 began to madly alternate between the two huge **. Gradually, the snow-white smooth ** has a fascinating halo, and the original almost transparent pink ** has gradually turned into a deep red.

The ruby-like crystal **** constantly trembles in his kneading, and the wind squats down his head, one on the lips, containing a red and bright ** on the left, gentle sucking.

The two groups of white, soft and tender soft milk waved a wave of fascinating snow waves. The top fragrant bright gems are quite hard and hard under his hot sucking.

"It's really crazy, eve, I haven't planned to let go of you in this life." Spit out the seductive snow chest that looks red and full, watching her slightly red face, the wind is light and comfortable laugh.

Loosen the right breast that has been twitching with the right hand, the wind is now, and the above has been pinched several green marks.

I looked at my right hand and laughed bitterly. After loving and touching again, I only hid the two huge saga back to her cloak.

"It’s a farm animal, a singer’s animal.” The wind whispered to himself, which was a compliment to himself.

"I seem to have some understanding of the side effects that my father said. I can't control my own."

"I don't know if Yao knows if he will praise me or is jealous..."

If the eve is covered with a quilt, a kiss on her forehead will be quietly out of the room.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Yang Aotian, who was outside the door, was pinned with a pinch. He grabbed the wind and said: "How is my sister?"

"Brother..." The wind just wanted to answer, and when he whispered, he slammed him back to his mouth and stood there with a dull face.

Yang Aotian immediately lost his conscience and went to see his sister's situation.

The wind swallowed hard and swallowed.

My mother, she won’t be awake just now, or just just woke up.

If it is the former, it is estimated that there is a heart that has been hit by death.

The wind and cold sweats straight out, carefully followed up, but seeing that the brothers and sisters did not change their face, Yang Aotian cast a grateful eye on him, this is to let go of his heart.

Hu, Xiaoye’s savior, the hero, the innocent beauty, the young man’s reputation, and the reputation of Xiaolangjun were almost completely destroyed.

"Brother, I really feel that the whole body is very energetic, and I really want to eat a lot of delicious things." Yang Xiruo is excited to stretch the body of restoring strength, like a bird out of the cage, without the focus of the focal point, Also full of excitement.

Yang Aotian clenched his sister's hands tightly, and the whole body trembled. He couldn't speak for a long time.

"Big brother, big brother, you are not there." If she turned her eyes, she anxiously called the wind.

"If the sister is eve, I am." The wind is guilty, some dare not face her eyes, although she can not see herself.

"Have you saved me? It must be, thank you Feng Da Ge, I know you can, I feel that my illness is really good."

Seeing the happiness of Xi Xi, the wind finally balanced in my heart.

"If you are a younger sister, your body is still a little weak. You should pay attention to rest. It should be completely better in a month. So, hurry and lie down--Yang brothers, come out with me."

Yang Aotian nodded, and the excitement and gratitude of his face did not hide.

After the two men went out and closed the door, they frowned and slapped their breasts.

"It’s so good, it hurts, and...wet..."

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