Legend of the Asura

The wind shook her hands and touched her tender cheeks over and over again, as if to see her timid and weak expression when she first met her, as if to see the shyness and joy in her face when she first kissed her, as if to see her focus on the serious and cute look when making pastries... how unwilling to believe this girl for whom even the princess did not want to do it, really went away from her.

“Brother Feng, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have brought her out...” Yang Xi has been tired of this little girl almost every day for so long, and has already developed a deep sisterhood with each other. She loved her, even more, and invisibly created a faint dependence. She never thought of her as a waitress NPC in a game, but as a good sister who was inseparable and could share happiness and feelings.

Nowadays, because of herself, she lost her forever... such intense heartache and self-reproach as if to tear her five dirty hearts...

“No...” The expression of the wind was completely condensed, his face was not happy and sad, but there was an unnamed cold in his voice. He gently lifted the water to his tender body, jumped onto Xiaobai, and then gently pulled Sunset up.

“If, don't be sad, it's not your fault, it's not really your fault... you just make Brother Wind sadder like this... stop crying, okay?” The wind gently wiped away the tears on her face, making her heart ache even more.

“No, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's all my fault!” The tears shed completely wet the palms of the wind, and the wind stopped talking, holding her tight and letting her vent,

“Heaven - Water - Fish - King -" The cold and unseen whisper emanated from the mouth of the wind, and he swept away the faint white shadow on the banks of Heaven - Water Lake and returned to the wind tower with an "infinite space door”.

Suddenly, the Emperor of Heavenly Fish fought a cold war, and at that moment, he felt locked in as if he had been locked in by a cold to extreme breath, raising an unknown fear in his heart.

“Stop crying and wait for me at home, will you?” The wind gently let Yang Xieruo go.

“Brother Wind... where are you going? Let me... stay with Soft.” Yang Xi sighed and finished, tears gushed again.

“I'm going to save Soft.” The wind held her hands tight.

“Save... Soft...” he muttered, suddenly wiping away tears from his face: “Brother Feng, are you saying that softness can be saved? ”

“I will... I will! No matter how difficult… no matter what the method… no matter what the cost… I will surely bring her back to life and never let her leave us again, even if I travel all over the Tianlong continent.” Looking at the heartbreaking girl in her arms, the eyes of the wind are more determined than ever.

“Well, I'm sure Brother Wind can do it.” Yang Xi laughed, giving him confidence, but also giving himself confidence.

“Let's go, White, to Tianlong Palace! ”

As if to feel the sadness of the master's heart, Little White flew silently and rushed to the west at the fastest possible speed.

Yang Xi looked at the white shadow that slowly disappeared and put his hands on his chest silently - soft, must come back, we, but to be good sisters for life.

The wind closed her eyes tightly and held her soft body tightly in her arms, fearing that she would suffer another slight injury.

It wasn't until he lost it that he realized his heart was hurting so much that he knew he couldn't leave her. He didn't even dare to think about the life of the young master without this girl's joy.

Soft, no matter what, I'm gonna get you back.

Little Bai flew all the way to reach the Tenryu Palace in a matter of minutes. The wind did not let it fall, as it used to, and continued to fly forward until the Royal Study.

Queen Mizuki has been unnamed and upset today, as if something bad was about to happen. She hates that feeling, just like the man named Wind Soul.

“Dear Messenger… Ah… Princess Shui Sou…”

The shout outside the door stunned Queen Mizuki, his most annoying soul walked in with a girl in a yellow veil, only this time, he did not have a habitual lewd and thief smile on his face, but a lonely and faint grief on his face.

“Ah!! Soft... Soft What's wrong with you...” Seeing the body in his arms, Queen Mizuki shouted out, a strong anxiety began to mount on her heart.

“Gather all your doctors and light therapists, and I will save her!!” Running away is simply the tone of an order, staring straight at the Queen of the Moon.

Mizuki didn't think about his tone, and the word "resurrection” almost knocked her out as if it were a stuffy stick.

“Wind soul!! You bastard! How did you protect my sister?” The Queen of Water Moon stood angry and chewed her lower lip to look at him. If she did not despise the dignity of the Queen, she could not help but beat him forcefully.

“Gather all your doctors and light therapists and I will save her!!!!” The wind ignored the moon's desire to frustrate his bones and repeated it again.

Mizuki grinned, “Do you think they can save the soft? If it was that simple, would my father have died so easily? ”

The light in the wind faded for a few moments, and I looked up again, "Tell me what I can do to save her. Just let me do whatever it takes to save Soft! ”

The resolute tone of the wind made the Queen of the Moon faint, watching the deep pain in his eyes, her face slowly eased.

Though he is of poor character, his feelings for tenderness are genuine.

Shui Moon closed his eyes and slowly opened them for a long time. He said softly: "He is the only one who knows how easy it is to come back from the dead. Perhaps he is the only one who knows. ”

The wind raised its head and looked at her with a burning eye.

Moon slowly walked to the desk and the slippery jade covered a golden circle with a slight twist.

In the middle of the study, suddenly a gleaming golden glow flashed. In the light, a tall figure slowly appeared. His whole body was not golden, and his old face was full of majesty. Although he had not deliberately emitted any momentum, his tall body gave him the feeling of a rock, as if he were born king.

“Moon, what brings you here? Oh?” The tall man was slightly surprised to see him staring at the wind.

“Golden Dragon! ”

“Yes, it's rare that you recognize me.” The golden dragon nodded, and his interest in this man called Wind Soul was not ordinary.

“Uncle Huang!” Queen Mizuki walked to him quickly, respectfully saluting him slightly, full of anticipation and pleading: “Uncle Huang, my good sister just had an accident, can you help her? ”

“Is this the girl?” The golden dragon looked at the silent delicate girl and shook her head for a moment: “Salvation? I can't possibly do it, I don't have half a hunt for magic, how to save this girl. ”

The wind glistened and a little rushed to ask: "You mean, is there magic that can save her? ”

The golden dragon glanced at him and said softly: "Indeed. There is a light-based curse called 'Tears of Angels', which is the only magic that can resurrect people who die unnaturally, but the understanding of this curse, which requires tremendous talent and ability, is now almost extinct. ”

The bright dragon shook his head after saying it. Some mercifully looked at the girl and the meaning was obvious: give up.

“No! Since it is a curse of the Light System, then there must be a man who can save her.” The wind finally saw hope, and the voice began to tremble.

“Oh?” His words aroused the interest of the Golden Dragon: “Is there really such a person? If that's the case, I'd like to see it. ”

“You know that man... he is the Holy Dragon of Light! The super beast of the Light System, releasing all kinds of Light System curses is simple to the extreme. ”

“You know the Dragon of Light?” The Dragon of Light was slightly surprised and then shook his head slightly: “But you are wrong, all his Light energy travels is the attack route, without any healing power, you die. ”

“What... how can this be, how can this be...” Hope will be severely extinguished, the wind will try to depress a little despair rising in my heart, slowly said: “Then can you tell me if there is anyone who can use that curse! ”

“The Tianlong Continental Tiger Hidden Dragon, no one can determine whether such a genius exists, but...” The Golden Dragon turned to God and looked at him faintly and said, “So what? How much time do you have to find him? Even if they do, why should they help you? This girl's body will dissipate tomorrow. Do you have the confidence to find someone in a day who doesn't know if they exist? ”

The words of the Golden Sacred Dragon were poured on his head like a bowl of cold water. The wind swept up feeling powerless and wandered a little to fall. He knew that the Golden Dragon was right.