Legend of the Asura

Things are going so well. Longwei's footsteps were much lighter than before, and his habitual majesty and seriousness were accompanied by a touch of ease.

“I had never thought that a young man could be so bold that he could continue with such a great deal of responsibility for the future of his country. The real him, who exactly is holy.” Longwei sighed softly, full of admiration.

The silent shadow frowned slightly and couldn't help but say, “Chief, why be so nice to him? ”

His voice was low, with some hissing, but cold as a cold winter breeze.

Longwei smiled. “Have you forgotten what happened to Longyi before? Ryuichi revealed his identity, but he still did not hesitate to use thunder. This is an arrogant man who cannot be threatened in half. Obsessive, just counterproductive. ”

The shadow went silent and looked down at the ground.

“What if he didn't just say yes?” Asked the shadow.

“Throughout the war zone in Huaxia, there is no one else but him, and if he refuses, I can only use that method. ”

“Well, what if he loses!” Shadow-pressure asked in low voice.

“Defeated…” Longwei's eyes darkened, which was the result of his constant escape, always trying not to think.

“If I lose, I lose, and I naturally bear all the consequences.” Longwei sighed and walked forward.

I felt the chief's mood suddenly become heavy, and the shadow scolded me harshly. I couldn't help but cut off my tongue. I cautiously drooped my head behind me and never spoke again.

At the same time…

Green trees, wildflowers, clear ponds and ancient houses will adorn the huge courtyard like a world of peaches, decorating the ancient elegance without losing the beauty of modern simplicity. In the courtyard, an old woman with a charming face smiled at a group of pigeons and sprinkled grain, dressed in plain clothes. But stature and raised hands reveal a noble atmosphere that cannot be concealed.

In the middle of the courtyard, lying quietly in a large pond. Qinghuo Biyu, the green grass drifts zero, it is no longer possible to tell whether it comes from natural or artificial digging. By the pond, an old man with slightly closed eyes, holding a fishing rod, sat quietly there. His face was filled with traces of immortality, and half-crustled eyes shone a shivering light. The fishing rod, with its strange stillness in his hand, the body of the elderly, also as a sculptural tattoo, even the heart, is as silent as a pool of water.

“Grandpa, Grandma, the baby's coming to see you! ”

Unobstructed passage through layers of heavily armed protection, the baby comes running softly with her mother's hand. Before man arrived, the elf-like voice had been heard, and the old woman put down what was in her hand, showing joy and drowsiness in the light imprint of her mulberry face. The old man by the pool did not react at all, as if he had no idea.

“Grandma!” At first sight, the baby walked out to greet her grandmother, ran up with a smile on her face and burst into her arms with a smile.

The old woman smiled with a drowning smile, "My little baby, she missed Grandma so much, it's been a long time since she came to see Grandma. ”

The baby's mother walked over gracefully and smiled: "Grandma, the baby has missed you so much at home. ”

“Mmm!” Baby nodded hard: “I've always missed Grandma... and Grandpa.” The baby saw the old man fishing by the pool, and the light little runs over and the little mouth beeps a little dissatisfied: “Grandpa ignores the baby every time he fishes. ”

The old man's eyes slowly opened and said: "Baby, pick up the fishing rod over there and go fishing with Grandpa. ”

The old man's voice was a little low, but with an irresistible majesty, the baby nodded obediently, picked up the little fishing rod that belonged to him, a cute little hand tossed, and threw the hook into the water - onto the hook, without any bait that should have appeared.

As usual, the baby tried to learn to sit correctly as the old man, but the Spirit's eyes kept spinning. After a look at the tiny watermarks in the pond, after a peek at the old man's well's waveless face, after a while, he looked pathetically at his mother and grandmother with a look of help.

The woman and the old woman looked at each other and shook their heads with a helpless smile, but did not come forward to say anything.

“Grandpa, why do you always like to let your baby fish, it's so boring... and no fish has ever been caught before.” The baby finally couldn't stand the boredom and the small mouth squealed.

“Fishing is a good exercise for the mood...”

“Okay, okay. Baby's a kid. How can he be like an old man like you?” The old lady smiled and took off the fishing rod in the baby's hand and pulled her little hand: “Go, ignore your old antique grandfather, Grandma has prepared you your favorite pastry. ”

“Well, hip-hop, it's still good for Grandma.” The baby stood up relieved and threw up a pink tongue at the old man, following Grandma.

Watching the baby leap back, the old man shook his head slightly, showing a helpless smile on his face, then sighed heavily and closed his eyes again.

After Longwei left, the wind sat there silently, thinking about his goals. His gaze looked ahead without a focal length, highlighting his inner confusion.

Is this really all that's hidden under the mysterious veil of "The Round"... where exactly is the path the father guided?

He shook his head forcefully —— no, the secret of The Round, definitely more than that. There must be something else hidden here, something more important and more shocking than what concerns the country's destiny! Perhaps it will be a mystery...

And myself, the one who solves all this!

The wind stared down at the golden sword in his hand, adding another reason why he must become stronger. He understands in his heart that even the “slaughter of man” cannot be his opponent in summoning the skill of the Beast King, who is strong enough to be rebellious. But he only wants to win with his own strength, otherwise he will not be at large, he will not be the bloodthirsty wind, and he will never be able to reach what his father called the true "first man”!

The gaze of the wind firmed a few points and retracted the syllable in his hand. On his journey in search of the Tears of Angels, he was not searching for the holy water of chaos at the same time. But finding none of these two things, which are now only legendary, is not so hopeless that it is almost hopeless.

“Brother Wind, what's wrong with you? Dragon... what did the chief and you say?” Asked with a worried face. She rarely sees that look on his face.

Windy head sobered up a bit, smiling hip-hop: “I didn't say anything, it's you, Brother Wind, I'm so charming, I actually shocked the Dragon Chief. How embarrassing it is for the Supreme Chief to become a fan of mine.” The wind laughed with an arrogant look on his face.

In his heart, this innocent girl should not be contaminated with anything disturbing, all she has to do is enjoy the beauty of life, away from the world, especially the politics of strife. If it wasn't about the whole of Huaxia, and if he wasn't recognized as Huaxia's number one, he would never allow himself to be in it.

When he smiled, he stopped asking, stretching out his slender hands to gently tidy his clothes - even though his equipment was so neat that it could no longer be neat. She likes this feeling, like a wife caring carefully for her upcoming husband.

“Brother Feng, I know you must really want to bring softness back sooner. Go now.” Put your hands down with a smile and try to keep your face clear.

“Hmm! When you feel lonely, call me back.” After saying this, the wind sighed with silence. This girl, who was soft inside and everything was for him, would never be willing to disturb herself, even if she thought about herself again. When you get Soft back, you must stay with her more.

“I will. Okay, let's go. ”

The sky is high, the weeds are everywhere, the wind returns to the west of the mainland, summons Xiaobai and continues to the west. And his next journey was also slightly changed by the arrival of Longwei.

Coming to the green grass in the backyard with a hundred flowers in it, Sunset squatted down gently and rubbed the flowers muttering: “I want you to come with me again. ”

A little green dinghy appeared in her palm, her eyes closed, a faint layer of green light all over her body, the gods gradually merged into it, spying on the secrets, countless refining methods appeared in her brain, time passed by accidentally.

Not knowing how long later, a tone rang in her ear, and she retracted Shennong Ding and opened her eyes.

“If your sister is thinking about refining her brother's medicine?” Feng Yao walked to her like a cloud and said with a smile.

“Well, there are so many refining methods in Shennong Ding that I haven't completely read them yet, and most of the materials needed to refine these drugs are extremely scarce, it's hard to really refine them even if you know how.” Yang Xiaoru said in some shadow.

Of the players, the level of extraction technique exceeded almost none of her. Leaving aside this limitation, divine, fairy, and even spiritual medicines are extremely scarce and unavailable.

“By the way, Sister Yao, the Dragon Chief came to see Brother Feng this morning. ”

“Ah...” Feng Yao said obviously. “What did he come to see his brother for? ”