Legend of the Asura

“If you take a break, I have something to do.” The wind gently covered Yang Xieruo with a blanket.

“Mmm!” Yang Xi answered nicely, closing her beautiful eyes.

The wind sat in front of the computer and his face became weird and quiet, his fingers knocking a few characters on the keyboard like flights into a completely blank website.

“Sergeant! The Golden Ping Building! - Shadow wind! ”

Looking at a few big, bloody words on a blank web page, there was an indifferent smile on the wind's face.

Run as fast as you can! When you are accustomed to fear and despair, it will be the end of all doors.

He picked up the phone and dialed the only number he remembered.

“Yao 'er, is everything settled?” The shade on his face disappeared completely and his voice was soft like a warm wind.

“Well, I have nothing to worry about here. But Xi Ruo's sister... Brother, take good care of her!” Fengyao said in a naughty way.

“But Yao... what about eating, dressing, bathing, going to the bathroom? Am I all here?” When you think about these things, the first two are big.

“Well... of course it's up to my brother to do it. ”

The wind laughed bitterly: "Yao 'er, you did it on purpose. ”

Wind Yao secretly threw up his little pink tongue on the other side of the phone: "Brother, can't you see how Sister Xie Ruo feels about you? Whatever you do to her, she's very keen. Besides, my brother himself said the day he cured her eyes and let her be your woman... Hmm! Come on, brother. ”

Drop the phone, let the wind settle, grab the scalp for half a day and start looking up the recipe.

“From today on, for the sake of your body, you must learn to cook!” The wind cheered itself up and immediately began to flip the case and pour the whole study over the chicken dog, almost unraveling it.

Half an hour later, a wrinkly recipe was flipped out. This recipe was first bought five years ago when the wind swore to learn how to cook. In five years, he had made three vows to cook, and the recipe had been turned three pages in total.

“Lotus date meat formula... um, too troublesome; Yulin incense waist... not enough ingredients, forget it... Thai ginger-flavored grilled fish... Shit, I don't eat dead shemale food... Cooking Lotus chicken, too greasy, if you don't eat well... cruise crane... what the fuck, you heard of it... tomato fried eggs... tomato fried eggs, eh, that's it! ”

Ultimately, the wind escaped, choosing three six-year-olds to cook, and then flipping out a seven-hand, eight-legged electronic balance to drill into the kitchen with precision to 0.1 grams.

An hour later, the wind burst out of the kitchen. The cargo studied how to turn on the natural gas for 10 minutes, how to turn on the hood for 10 minutes, carefully weighed the main by-products according to the recipe for 10 minutes, and the remaining 30 minutes, he followed the routine of the recipe step by step, straightening him out enough.

“… as if it could still be eaten.” The eggs chewed with a fearless clamp of color that was reasonable: “Although not comparable to Yao 'er's, it was good. Well, promising, definitely promising. ”

Put down the dishes with a breeze and run into the kitchen to pick up a small pot of porridge. He can still order porridge, and most of his breakfast at home is handled by this.

“If so, get up soon.” The wind woke Yang Xi gently.

Yang Xi stretched out her jade hand and grabbed hold of the running arm: “Brother Feng, is it late? ”

“Not yet. Come on, let's go to dinner. Don't starve my little one.” The wind lifted Yang Xieruo and walked out of the room, placing her gently on the spacious sofa in the living room.

The wind cautiously filled a bowl of thin porridge. When the cold was just right, only one spoon was fed gently to Yang Xieruo. The action on her hands was extremely gentle, and she was afraid to accidentally get to her.

“Come on, taste your brother Feng's craft. Well, this is my first time cooking, so it might taste a little strange, so I just ate it together.” The breeze is a little embarrassing.

“Brother Feng... your dishes must be the best and best.” Yang Xieruo's voice trembled with trembling, and his little hand holding on to the windy clothes had to be tightened.

Yang Xiaoru ate so much today, he ate all the dishes, and the wind had to praise him for his future.

It doesn't matter if the food is good or bad anymore. She eats it in her mouth and it smells like happiness.

Fengyao used to laugh and tell her that he was a man who felt worse about letting him in the kitchen than letting him die. Now he's forcing himself to learn to cook for her.

At this moment, she felt the happiest feeling in the world.

“… the main news content of today is that Shu Luo appeared again in high profile and clashed with thousands of players, killing more than eighty players with one force and then retreating, while Huaxia's first divine favorite ‘Yin Yang Phantom Dragon’ appeared for the first time...”

The wind was silent, and I didn't expect anything bigger to be in the headlines of the news.

I looked over a few channels and found that almost all channels were playing the video he appeared on, although only for a few dozen seconds, but the idle guys who had nothing to smoke were happy to play it over and over again.

“As for…” The wind was helpless, his other hand kneaded without any skill on Yang Xieruo's thigh.

At Feitian Group headquarters, several middle-aged people of different skin tones are watching the video in front of them vibrantly.

“Hua Xia's Hua Luo is back, and seems to be a little stronger.” One man sighed.

“Each country has one or two such destabilizing beings, Hua Xia Shuro, Dongxian blood cherry, Merry werewolf god, Count of Frank, English cold ice assassin, Russian poisoner, Italian emperor release demon...”

“NO, NO, dear David, I don't think this is breaking the balance, on the contrary, it brings motivation and hope to the average player, arousing their passion and enthusiasm, after all, no one wants to be like them.” The blonde shook the glass in his hand and said with a scathing expression.

“You do have a point.” David nodded profoundly.

“Here's a top-secret video from Dong Yu about blood cherries, which you might be interested in seeing. ”

“Oh, is that Dongyuan the best and the most beautiful woman? ”

A thin chip has been inserted into the projector and four long awaited gazes have been cast onto the screen.

In a dark environment, as a black shadow lightning bolted past five people, five slightly untraceable cold lights flashed at the same time. Behind, there was a scream and a falling sound.

“Oh! Five kills a second, five strikes, and no one in the world can beat the speed of the attack.” The blonde's eyes glistened.

His body was covered in black, and the curve that tied him up burst into flames, spraying blood. The shadow moved and jumped into the air, instantly turning into five shadows. Five identical shadows weave a glittering blade net with a dagger, covering more than twenty people coming face to face - no suspense, more than twenty people, instant kill!

The next second, a dagger flashing with spectacular light comes along with a clear, wind-breaking voice - the video ends in a scream.

“Strong! Not only is it incredibly fast, but it is also less aggressive than Shura. ”

“A rose with a thorn, and the thorn is not as sharp as usual. ”

If you watch this video, you'll be frowning. Because this shadow is actually much faster than when he rides Little White.

And at this point, the wind is doing an amazing crying ghost thing —— showering girls.

Let him wash himself? You put your eyes on yourself, tie your legs up, and I'll take a bath.

Besides, if the wind really did, Yang Aotian knew that he would be the first to cut him into 800 pieces and throw him in the sea to feed the turtles.

Though she was invisible, Yang Xiaoru closed her eyes and her constantly shivering eyelashes showed tension in her heart. Since she usually lies in a bed or playroom, she has very little clothes on her body, only lingerie and a thin layer of pajamas. The wind gently peeled off her top pajamas, then took a deep breath and unwrapped her pale blue chest coat, and suddenly a pair of big, greasy, skinny snow cream popped out, slightly trembling naked in the air, shaking a fascinating wave of milk.

The wind jumped wildly, his eyes stared at the bloody beauty, his hands couldn't help but grab on, lifted her white meat milk, rubbed hard | rubbed, watched as her success was rubbed in his hand to make it bigger and fuller.

“Ah… Brother Feng…” Yang Xi was a little delicate | panting, suddenly lost his temper.

“If, don't be nervous, you're my woman, aren't you?” The wind whispered softly in her ear, relieving her of tension.

“I am... the woman of Brother Wind...” Yang Xieruo's body trembled slightly, revealing a happy red spot on her face. His voice intoxicated her, his heart was no longer nervous, let his big hands ravage his chest, and at the same time subconsciously leaned against his hot body.

With a smile on his face, he was relieved. The beautiful body in front of him made him crazy, his whole body swept into a strong flame, and the heat made him unbearable.

Sniffing her seductively aromatic and moving body, the wind rubbed her * * *, whilst whispering teasing words in her ear: “If... your breasts are so big, so soft... you can't even hold one hand of Brother Wind. ”

“Ahhh... Brother Wind don't... don't say... don't say... ah...” An unspeakable itch came up from the bottom of her spine, this strange feeling of comfort made her forget to be shy, delicate | gasp.

Windy left hand slowly down, gently tearing off her pajamas and her little blue cute, revealing her snowy white, fluffy beauty | body, two long, straight legs glittering with a crystalline glow, white round snowball beauty | her hips shaking as if inviting him in.

“Hmm...” Yang Xi couldn't help shouting, subconsciously clamping | tighten her legs.

“If you don't move, let me take a good look at you.” The wind plunged her left hand into her thighs, preventing her from closing her legs, and her eyes poured with flames of fire and greed filled her wonderfully delicate torso | body.

“No... don't look... don't look...” The pure corpus was watched and ravaged so indiscriminately by a man that her heart bounced out of her chest, her face was red as blood, and her shyness almost passed out.

Yang Xieruo's long feathers trembled constantly, his skin was exposed for a long time, and Yang Xieruo's spirits, who had always been unable to stand the cold, fought a cold war, and the unnatural dynasty wind shrunk in his arms. Feeling her body tremble unnaturally, the wind was clear, she scolded herself, forcibly retracted her hands moving between her chest and legs, lifted her gently and placed her in a tub filled with warm water.

Windy fingers gradually stroked all over her body. The fresh corpus was the greatest test of his strength. He endured the urge to become an evil demon. His fingers slid across her snowy long neck, round shoulders, soft snow-white large and round, a slim waist without a grip, coagulated white and long legs...

Yang Xi had been shyly twisting his body, Chu Chu pitifully emitted a slightly invisible delicacy.

……

An hour and a half later, the wind gently carried her back to the room. If Yang Xie was weak, she was ashamed of her pale pink skin.