Legend of the Asura

“Brother…” With a sound of delicacy | sing, a slippery, crystalline jade arm has been wrapped around his neck.

The wind smiled and held Fengyao in his opposite hand: "Just got off the game? ”

“Hmm!... brother, are you reading the post about Shura? I've heard a lot about this guy, and he seems to be the best person in the game.” Feng Yao lay on his brother's back and said softly.

“Yes, he is a very powerful man, not only powerful, but also tall and powerful, jade tree windy, brilliant, intelligent and wise, angry as if under the heavens...” The wind kept running wild, slapping his own ass, refreshing himself.

“Hee-hee... brother, that Shura is not you! ”

“ …… ”

“'Cause my brother never bragged about a man except himself. Besides, I suspected before that the first place was my brother, because no matter what I did, as long as I didn't get the first place, my brother would be a little unhappy, not to mention, my brother was never the best in the world.” The glittering eyes of autumn water imply a smile and admiration, and she knows her brother better than herself.

“Hahahahaha...” The wind turned around and held Feng Yao, letting her sit in her arms: "My yao is not only immortalized, but also intelligent... Well, of course, your brother and I are also rare in heaven, there is nothing on earth, barely matching my good yao. ”

At last, the wind is no longer nothing to find and smoke and maintain a sense of mystery with his sister, slowly tell Feng Yao all kinds of strange encounters in the game, myriad incredible, myriad strange encounters, whisper when Feng Yao listens, and sometimes open his mouth to the adorable "O” type.

“Well, that's my best brother!” Fengyao's eyes are filled with obsession and worship.

Feng Yao is already stunning. Under the reflection of the flame, the beautiful jade face became more and more glamorous, watching the flames burst under the wind.

Hearing the wind breathing heavier and heavier, Fengyao smiled gently, incense | hips slightly moved, white jade arms gently wrapped around his neck.

Fengyao wore only a tight white dress, the whole fluttering delicate body bent into a fluttering curve of soul, crisp chest, quite thin waist, this situation should have been luscious in the scent, but Fengyao's face at this time appeared incredibly quiet, so that the whole delicate body was covered in a layer of serenity and sanctity.

The wind felt like blood was coming out. He lifted his hands and gently pushed up Fengyao's top and cup. He held the pair of rich and tall * * * hands and rubbed them gently.

“Ah! Brother...!” The whispers of Yao Feng moaning are like dreams, even he can't hear himself clearly. Then a pair of small hands gently caressed her cheeks, suddenly she lifted up her little face and opened her little cherry mouth, gently spitting out the pink delicate frankincense, biting it into the windy mouth and spitting it into the windy mouth. Crazy twisting.

“Yao!” Feng Yao moaned as if he were dreaming. There was a lot of sweet tin in his mouth | The liquid was also left in the mouth of the wind without any hesitation, feeling his abundant snow milk grabbed by the wind | Rubbing into various shapes, his lower body was warm, and he couldn't help but hang his two jade legs together. But one of the bad guys who felt the wind was sneaking into her skirt, stuck between her two big tight | closed thighs, trying hard to squeeze a gap there.

“Brother is still so bad!” Feng Yaofang opened his two full-length thighs with shyness...

After a storm, the wind struggled to come down from the windy leg. Her leg weakness made her almost unstable. Feng Yao said with shame, "Brother, go to sleep!” Running into the bathroom is likewise.

Looking at the magical and seductive back of Feng Yaoman, the wind forced down the impending uncontrolled evil fire and couldn't help but laugh for a moment.

Promise first, he can't really ask for Yao now.

It's a fatal torture.

On a quiet night, only the loud water from the bathroom is heard, and the faint fragrance still exudes its heartfelt charm. The wind shut its eyes and silently felt the warmth of family and loved ones.

The water in the bathroom gradually calmed down and the wind was lazy enough to take a bath. He went straight back to his room, which was next door to Yao 'er.

The beautiful woman in the bath exuded the charm of the ghost, Feng Yao gently caressed her slightly damp hair, came to the front of the wind house door, affixed to the door and said “Good night brother” gently, then drifted back to her room like a miserable fairy.

My own home, always the warmest.

It would be better if Brother Ken slept with himself like a child.

If the wind finds out that Feng Yao's thoughts must be shouting injustice, sleeping with his favorite Yao, and not saying he can't stand living there, it's worse than killing him.

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Morning always arrives the next day, bringing the city a different kind of brilliance and joy than night.

When it was slightly bright, Fengyao opened her eyes and used to touch her pillow, feeling the moisture, she shook her head helplessly.

For three years, every day she wakes up, her pillow towel is somehow wet, as if she had tears that never dry. Sometimes she suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night and finds herself in tears. It's more like something is clogged in her heart. It makes her cry a little bit.

Mindful of the slight mess of hair, Fengyao walked out of the house gently wearing a wide shade hat.

The wind climbed up and instantly cleared the inertia of exhaustion in a chaotic atmosphere and rose to the living room.

“Yao 'er should be ready for breakfast. ”

The door was opened and the figure of Fengyao appeared at the door with breakfast in his hand.

“Brother, you're up.” Fengyao floated like a little butterfly in front of his brother.

“So early to buy breakfast.” Looking at the breakfast in Fengyao's hand, wearing the malt: “What is this? ”

“Wheat congee, eat it while it's hot. Anything else you want to eat?” Fengyao's eyes are filled with care and love.

“Nothing else, you know I don't have to eat too much.” The wind picked up the breakfast, and there was a warm ripple in his heart and he lowered his head and ate.

Feng Yao smiled and turned to his brother's room and began to lean over and tidy up.

The wind did not help, nor did he call her to eat first, because he knew that it would only be gently pushed out by her. He has become accustomed to the slightly superior tenderness of Fengyao.

Feng Yao and his brother had breakfast after finishing everything.

After the death of their godfather, they lived together, repeating this warmth between their brothers and sisters and their loved ones.

Four years later, since they dropped out of school at King's University, they rarely went out, let alone went to work, and the father-in-law left no legacy, but they never ran out of money, even bought the villa after the father-in-law's death.

Feng Yao would never ask where his money came from. Her trust and attachment to his brother had gone blind to irremediable.