Legend of the Asura

(If you look at the title of the chapter, you know what the hero is going to do...)

The beginning of the heavens and the earth is chaos. Chaos, the creation of heaven and earth, five lines of yin and yang, the law of everything, the order of heaven and earth.

This is a remarkable similarity to the characteristic of the blood of chaos originally described to him by the Godfather.

A transparent light appeared on the right hand side of the wind - that's right, an incredible transparent light.

The first tier of chaos can give her another life. But before doing so, he had to figure out what was causing her to lose her life.

Hands gently clasped over her forehead and the power of transparent chaos slowly entered her body.

When she trembled all over her body, she suddenly found herself in a world of colour, but slowly, the colour gradually dimmed until it was completely lost. And she, too, lost consciousness.

The slender five fingers slowly brushed over Yao's nose, lips, jade neck, and the wind felt the change from hand to hand.

Hold a sponge milk gently, the wonderful feel of your hands makes the wind faint for a moment. He didn't expect to hide such a large and full pair under the soft appearance, his whole hand could only hold half, and his hand felt so soft, as if it could squeeze water out with a gentle pinch.

The wind scolded itself, quickly pressing down the memories, and suddenly an abnormal peristalsis came from her heart.

The wind struck and quickly surrounded the suspicious object with chaos. After determining that it should not have appeared there, the finger posture changed slightly - the long striped object slowly shrunk and eventually disappeared completely like air.

The wind retracted his right hand, looked sober, opened his palm, and slowly looked at the object's weight to form its original form.

Staying on the first level of chaos, he can only now transform something very small into the most primitive form of nothingness, and then slowly reconstitute it back the way it was. But it's bad enough. It's horrible enough.

This is a force that should not exist between heaven and earth.

A silkworm-shaped creature about three centimeters long and lightly lit all over his body slowly appeared in his hands, but could no longer move.

The wind broke apart and the angry flames burned their eyes red. He crushed this disgusting life, crushing it into pieces, and then with the power of chaos he completely disappeared into the heavens and the earth.

Soul sucking, it's a soul sucking trick.

Who the hell was that to deal with such a girl by such a vicious means?

Soul sucking, as the name suggests, a trick that survives sucking human life and soul, once planted, quickly integrates with the host's blood, and you can't detect any more superior detection methods. It slowly absorbs the host's vitality and lets him die of despair. When a host dies, a spiritual sucker without a vital dependence dissipates, making it impossible to detect any traces.

There is no doubt that this is the most insidious manipulation in the world, because once planted, there is no way to solve it - everyone who knows this antidote thinks so, and those who merely impose it will never think of the existence of the power of chaos.

With a grunt of resentment, she continued to probe in the evening. In a short time, she could be tortured like this, and there would never be only one.

That's right, she actually had a whole seven, and they were different sizes, obviously planted at different times, and the smallest one was just the size of a nail, planted for no more than seven days.

This is an extremely shocking result.

Windy eyes gradually squeezed, and black pupils penetrated horribly cold.

Touching that pale face gently, he muttered: "Poor girl, don't be afraid, no one will ever hurt you again. ”

In the evening of his sleep, as if he heard a whisper of impunity, his micro-locked eyebrows gradually spread.

A point on her eyebrows, the constant power of chaos poured wildly into her body, with infinite pity, this time unreserved, just to allow her to recover as soon as possible.

Yang Aotian, like an ant on a hot pot, walked around the door irritated.

An hour later, the door remained closed for such a long time that he was worried about his sister's safety and accumulated some hope in his heart and endured the urge to push the door in countless times.

At least, he wasn't like the so-called doctors and gods he used to be, and a few minutes later he left without a "no illness at all”.

The wind gasped, depleting the extreme weakness of the power of chaos without even having the strength to stand, lying on the floor in a soft state, slowly absorbing the elements of heaven and earth to restore the power of chaos in the absence.

His face was pale as paper and he didn't even have the strength to touch a finger. Now even a three-year-old could easily solve him with a knife.

“Yao would be very upset to see me like this.” When I think of Yao 'er, I can't help but laugh warmly.

A dozen minutes later, the power of chaos recovered by about 30%, and the wind stood lazy and patted the dust that did not exist on the body.

“Huh, Master has never really suffered such a sin before. The feeling that he shouldn't raise his hand and can't move his feet is really unbearable, it's a loss, it's a loss of blood. ”

“Hmm? Do you want some interest?” The wind watched Jing as the fairy Yang Xi Ruo spoke to himself.

Without the pressure before, the wind suddenly began to think about animals on this angel.

Shame on him, he didn't. Since his chaos broke through the foundations two years ago and reached the first floor, his temperament has gradually changed, and all the words of the saint of secular ceremonies have become bullshit in his heart.

Feel free to do what you want, do what others dare not to do, become his usual style.

Lifting Yang Xi's outfit if it is not in season, there is also a thin, moon-white coat inside.

The wind glimpsed and the evening two * * * were so big that the top coat was like it was about to split open, even the two delicate pink belets were clearly printed.

Carefully inserted her right hand into her little coat and grabbed a soft one. Suddenly, countless delicacies spilled out of her hand, extremely soft, slippery as coagulation. The wind felt like blood was coming out and kneaded uncontrollably.

Beautiful to the ultimate richness and feel of the hand makes the wind feel like it's going crazy, pushing away the coat, two oppressed snow and white circles pop up instantly, enriching a terrible height, only to add a little thin of the wind to start ravaging madly between the two big * * *. Gradually, the snowy, smooth, white breasts are filled with a fascinating halo, and the original naive, almost transparent pink belle is slowly turning into a metallurgical dark red.

“What a crazy enchantment. I'm not going to let you go in my life.” Looking at her slightly reddish little face, she smiled indiscriminately.

Release the right breast that has been rubbing hard with your right hand until the wind finds out, it has been pinched several blue marks.

The wind looked at his right hand and smiled bitterly. After touching her again, she hid two large clothes back.

“What a cattle, blasphemy of an angel cattle.” It is a compliment to myself to speak freely to myself.

“I seem to understand some of the side effects that my father-in-law said - not being able to control my desires. ”

“I don't know if Yao would compliment me or be jealous...”

After putting the quilt on, she kissed gently on her forehead before leaving the room.

As soon as the door opened, Yang Aotian, guarded outside the door, was like a needle in his ass. He grabbed the wind: “How's my sister? ”

“Brother...” The wind just wanted to answer, and when he whispered to his mouth, he held it back and stood still.

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

The wind swallowed the saliva with difficulty.

Oh, my God, she didn't just wake up, did she?

If the former is the case, it is estimated that both hearts will be killed by the wind.

The wind perspired and cautiously followed him. However, when he saw that his brothers and sisters' faces had not changed at all, Yang Aotian cast an appreciative look at him, so he was relieved.

Hoo, the young master's savior, the great hero, the innocent young man, the soul boy, almost ruined his reputation.

“Brother, I really feel so powerful right now, and I really want to eat a lot of good food.” Yang Xiaoru's excitedly stretched body of resilience, like a little bird out of a cage, with no focal length eyes, and full of excitement.

Yang Aotian held her sister's hands tightly and trembled all over her body, unable to speak for a long time.

“Brother Wind, Brother Wind, you're not here.” As she turned her blind eyes, she cried anxiously for the wind.

“Sister Xi Ruo, I'm here.” The wind was empty, and some dared not look at her, although she could not see herself.

“Did you save me? Must be, thank you Brother Feng, I knew you could do it, I feel really well now. ”

Seeing the joy of Yu Ruo, the wind finally balanced his mind.

“Sister Xi Ruo, you are still a little weak. Be careful and rest. In another month you should be perfectly well. Hurry up and lie down - Brother Yang, come out with me. ”

Yang Aotian nodded his head and the excitement and gratitude on his face did not conceal anything.

When the two men walked out and closed the door, they frowned and touched their chests with their bare hands.

“It's rising, it hurts, and... it's wet...”