Legend of the Asura

“Brother Wind, you're out.” As soon as the wind came out of the game compartment, it heard a soft voice.

If he lay on the sofa half the time, his lost eyes looked in his direction and there was nothing in his eyes.

At one time, she thought she had lost her right to love, but had no luxury or courage at first sight for a boy. However, when the man appeared next to her one at a time, one at a time, surprised her, gave her hope of life, gave her the warmth of home, that luxury in her heart, and began to germinate again slowly.

“How dare you rub your body when you disobey and move it out of the room again! ”

In Yang Xieruo's shock, she had been stopped from lifting her waist and gently returned to her room. Feng Yao quietly looked at his favorite brother and new sister, with a shallow smile on his face and a slight apprehension.

Today, it's number seven.

Dinner time, quietly passing in a warm atmosphere. The wind gently lowered the bowl and soup spoon and walked out of the room in Yang Xi's unswerving eyes.

The wind flashed back and forth, looking up at the stars, with countless complex lights in his eyes, like memories, like memories, like pain, like hatred, like confusion, like determination.

At this time of the month, he would stand on the balcony and look at the broken moon in the sky until midnight.

Time passed quietly, Yang Xiaoru had fallen asleep. Fengyao walked quietly to the wind with several neatly stacked clothes.

“Brother, come back early. ”

“Yao 'er, don't worry about me, go to bed early.” The wind gently pinched her little nose.

“Mmm!" Feng Yao smiled lightly, gently changing his clothes and finally putting a gentle and careful mask over his face.

With a gentle kiss on Fengyao's face, his body has turned into a shadow, diving through an open window into the dark.

Feng Yao returned to his room and watched quietly if I saw the elegant sleep of Judea, but did not sleep at all.

……

“Four months later, it's finally our turn again, I wonder who it will be this time.” Naran's eyes flashed with pain, fear and helplessness.

When the door was suddenly pushed open and Grandpa was still in the room, Naran Yihong was shocked and rushed in: “Grandpa, why are you still here? Leave quickly. The shadow wind is going to kill the people of Nayue Mountain, as long as you get out of here, there will be no danger. ”

Narayosho, Naranshi's headquarters in Jinghua, is now Naranshi's second brother, Naranshi, the head of Naranshi's family. He has two grandchildren: Naranyihong and Naranyixuan.

Naran shook his hand and said in a calm voice: "How can I leave when no one has left and the guardian is here? Besides, every time Shadow Wind kills someone, he's trying to scare us, let us despair. ”

“Where did the four great families end up, treating us like this?” Naran Yi-hung bites his teeth.

“I don't know, nobody knows.” Naran shook his head in pain. For three years, Blood Shadow Wind has killed one of the four great families every month, and the time is surprisingly fixed - 11: 50 midnight on the 7th of each month. Prior to each operation, he sends out the message of the hunting target in a variety of ways to give the other a taste of fear - because, no matter how careful, how closely guarded, the Blood Shadow Wind has never failed, always taking an exact life at a scheduled time in a scheduled location, and all one can see is a flying feather with a red light.

Everyone in Na Moon Hills remembers clearly yesterday's scene.

Nalan Yiping, who was married to the Siemens, sent out on a secret mission yesterday, the Liu Clan (Nanny Liu) fell and crashed into Nayue Mountain. Everyone said: "Blood Emperor Shadow Wind is approaching Nayue Mountain, taking a life that shouldn't exist. ”

Whatever other people said and did to her, she didn't react at all, just kept repeating the same sentence and finally fainted. When he woke up, he lost consciousness of action and became a complete botanist.

“Hung, what time is it? ”

“It's 11: 30. ”

“Rapidly assemble all those who remain in the hills and gather them all in the lobby. We cannot be frightened by the reputation of the Blood Emperor, let alone sit idly by, and all gather to see how he does it.” Naran stood up and the bones snapped.

“Yes, Grandpa. ”

……

The lobby at Nayue Hills was crowded with people, but it was surprisingly quiet, with several leading positive and tense counts.

“Two heads of household, a lot of people, all here.” Master Jin reports respectfully.

“All right! Let's keep everyone in line, keep an eye out for movement, and don't spread out.” Naran Yishuo solemnly gave the order.

“Yes, two heads of household.” Kim, Thu, Water, Fire, Saturday and Five Housekeepers immediately moved to gather all the people in the center of the lobby, Naran family elite outside, the housekeeper in the middle, Naran Yishuo and two young masters tightly surrounded in the middle.

The lobby drops needles and can only be heard tacitly with different frequencies of heartbeat. The heartbeat of these men grew faster and faster as time passed, and cold sweats began to appear on the hands of even the gunning Naran elite.

The mighty Naranshi Jinghua site, with the battle of more than two hundred people, cautioned against one person, but they did not feel exaggerated or ashamed at all, because the other side, is the blood shadow wind.

Time has pointed to 11: 49, there is still no movement, everyone is slightly relieved, such a battle, even Blood Emperor Shadow Wind has no chance to do it.

“Oh, I don't think the shadow wind will come, we are so clustered together, it triggers, even if he is a fairy don't dare rush in.” Golden Hall Master Haha smiled and eased the tension in the lobby.

“Yeah, I think so too.” The wooden master also took a long sigh of relief and suddenly felt a slight breeze drifting through his nostrils. He touched his nose suspiciously and asked strangely: “Huh? How can there be wind? Master Jin, do you feel it?... Golden Hall Master?... Golden Hall Master?... Ah - Master Kim Tang is dead, Master Kim Tang is dead!! ”

The wooden chancellor's voice was like a thunder, shocking everyone on the spot, just feeling a chill in the spinal bones - a closed lobby, a silent atmosphere, an impervious defense, silent killing of a hall master in the middle under the sight of 200 people - is this the horror of the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind?

The main liver of the wooden hall was gall cracked and he sat on the floor with an ass. He could not understand why the person who spoke to himself a few seconds ago died silently under his eyes, and he could not see a trace of wounds and blood on his body.

Oriental blood, killing without blood. A true blood emperor can only be described as someone who can kill with a wound that leaves no blood.