Legend of the Asura

Tian Sha Feng Yun's face was gloomy, the frowning of the tsunami moon was tight, the Nangong sisters shouted, the blood was ruthlessly trembling, and more people responded with intolerance and fear, but no one dared to say anything, because they were afraid that if they angered Shuro, they would be the next crying blood without a name. Such inhumane insults can be inflicted without fear of systematic punishment, and who dares to touch his scales?

Only Fengyao, her heart is usually as soft as water, but this scene is strange and quiet. There is no mercy or reproach in that disoriented beauty, as if everything should… even, not be enough.

Take a deep breath and lower your voice and say: “If our young master has offended you, I apologize on his behalf, please let my young master go first... bullying is not what the big husband calls it. ”

“Bullying weak!?” The Bloodthirsty Knife had no idea that this would completely provoke his anger. The wind retrieved Shura's prick, kicked his foot on the head of the crying blood, kicked his body out, smashed it on the barrier around the arena, the blood trough cleared, the body against the transparent barrier slowly fell, and was quickly taken away by a white light.

“What a round of crying blood, bullshit! Get lost!”

Unscrupulous sounds such as highly poisonous arrows go through the heart, and the crying circle backs out of the audience's hundred or so faces are hard to see. The cring-blooded knife was a little afraid to look directly into his eyes with a cold breath, biting his teeth and yelling, “Let's go! ”

White light flashes frequently, and the crowd gathered in front of the stage quickly disappears. The face swept away and the master was humiliated, and they had no face to stay in the arena any longer.

“Huh!”

The whole arena was weird and quiet, except for the faint cold hum before Shura disappeared, which seemed like a huge magic wave in his ear for a long time.

One minute later, a highly clickable post appeared on the forum of the round: Crying Bloodless - returning to the first player to be kicked alive.

After watching the game calmly, Longwei stood up and swordbrow provoked a few times, "Find out what resentment Shuro had with the Northern Pluto family. ”

“Hard.” Uncle Wang answered honestly. Even Shura's true identity was unknown and indeed difficult to trace. Perhaps the only way to get there is to find out all the possible enemies of the North Pluto over the years.

“Try your best.” Longwei waved helplessly. Turn the world, he can't control it.

………………

“Ah!!!! ”

The sound of the item being severely smashed and the beastly howl shocked the hearts and minds of the servants of the North Pluto. The atmosphere didn't dare to breathe. A man with a quiet face stood beside a middle-aged man with no expression. He looked at the young master who was desperate to fall all kinds of things like a madman, but his heart was far less calm on the surface.

“Enough!” The dignified middle-aged man finally opened his mouth with a low voice, but his voice was filled with a hint of pressure and irresistibility. His name was North Pluto, and the previous generation of North Pluto owners entrusted everything to their son as early as possible because they were unhappy with the housework.

The faint words shook the northern meditation cloud, slowly paralyzed to the ground, gasping violently, sparkling snake-like light in his hateful eyes.

North Pluto slowly stood up and walked in front of him. He looked at the beard without expression, his son with no temperament, his eyes full of brilliance flashed through disappointment and sorrow, his right hand raised high.

Pfft!

The North Plutocrat knife was frightened and finally didn't hold up to say anything. Growing up with Northbound, he saw his father slap him for the first time.

This slap also completely dazzled the northern meditation cloud. It took him a while before his head was dumped to turn around, staring at the cloudy father.

“Look at you now!! Shura in a game can beat you like this, what are you qualified to inherit from my North Pluto owner!! Shura is right, you are a piece of shit!! I have no son like you in North Pluto!!” The chest of the North Pluto fluttered with extreme anger, clapping his hands.

His father's voice sounded like a thunder in his ear, his eyes finally got focal length, looking at his father's angry reddish eyes and extremely disappointed eyes, he roared violently: "I'm not a loser! I'm not a loser! ”

“Not junk!? Then stand up and defeat the one who humiliates you! Instead of leaking like a mutilated dog here!!! ”

……

A mutilated dog… Father's phrase makes the heart of the Northern Pluto cloud seem instantly stabbed by thousands of steel needles.

Standing on the ground, he stood up painstakingly, pieces of sharp glass stuck in his palm, drawing deep wounds of bloodshed, but he seemed to have no idea. Eyes and voices are even more disturbing: “Dad... don't worry, I will undoubtedly reclaim today's shame thousands of times. ”

His eyes at this moment make North Pluto look like a wolf awaiting momentum. He slapped him on the shoulder satisfactorily and turned back and said, "Crazy knife, take the punch and bandage it right away. ”

The North Plutocrat sword hastily promised to rush over and hold his arm. From the moment he stood up in the North Pluto Cloud, he seemed to think he had changed... from floating, to hidden, harsh and spiritual transformation.

……

After releasing wildly, the feeling of impunity suddenly soothed a lot. The resentment in the silence also slightly dissipated. After softening the water for a while, he walked out of the lobby and looked at Chen Binger by the pool on a large hall post at the door. The soft, hot pool was covered with thick ice because of her proximity.

“Thinking about your ice sister?” Fengyao walked to his side, leaning gently against his body. Throughout the afternoon, there was a rhythm between them that didn't mention the martial arts convention.

The wind smiled, without denying, "Is there really no room for Ice and her father to recover? ”

After a moment of silence, Fengyao looked at the ice sculpture beauty by the pool: “Her hatred for her father was deeply ingrained for so many years, she wanted to change, it was too difficult, and...” She looked at him and smiled softly: “Is there another man who could make her depend more on her than her brother? If there was one person who could really melt the ice between her and her father, that person must be her brother. ”

That answer didn't surprise the wind. Chen Binger's attachment to him made him feel implicit, and what Feng Yao said, he had also thought about it several times.

“What about the Mui? Lock her up at home?” The wind asked another question, and he hid some regrets yesterday when he had a fever and said yes to her absurd demands. Once she's inside the house, everything will be exposed.

“Brother will take care of it.” Feng Yao kissed him gently in the face and ran away: “I went to see Soft sister. ”

“Alas, flaming moths… you must be ready to be confined.” Feeling the faint fragrance on his face, the wind whispered to himself and determined the fate of the Mooists for a long time to come.

If you move, where do you go... Yao 'er and Ruo's freedom, how do you take it back? With a helpless sigh, there are so many things he has to face.

Top 16 Match List:

Morning: Maple Leaf Run VS Red Flame Demon Fire, Knife VS End of Day Hand, Soul VS Cry Blood Crazy Knife, Avenger VS Demon Wolf - Crazy. Afternoon: Tsunami Sky Sword VS Ice, Universe Invincible Baby VS Love Wind Yao Dream, Hate Sky VS Red Flame Burning Sky, Sky Shaw Wind Cloud VS Shuro.

The wind took a casual glance. He had already guessed that the list of fighters was as good as 10 when the list of the top 32 was published. On the eighth day of the Martial Arts Congress, tomorrow, there will be simultaneous 16-strong battles in all major war zones around the world. Huaxia District will play the top 16 promotions in Area B in the morning and the top 16 promotions in Area A in the afternoon. As you can see, the morning and afternoon games are clearly out of step.

This 16-strong list is by no means a true 16-strong list, and there is already one of the most correct rankings of strength in the mind of the loose.

After falling asleep softly, it was already around 10 p.m. when the wind went off, and the two girls had gone to bed after bathing. Dinner on the table is still faintly hot.

“Tomorrow, perhaps there will be another member that should not have appeared… Forget it, let's think of it as a remedy for her, after all, I may have ruined her life. ”

Dinner, the wind stood on the balcony, distracted... do I really have to move? He really didn't want to make that choice before he had to. Because there are so many memories in this little villa that he can't cut off.

The wind leapt gently through the half-opened window on the balcony into the rooms of the two girls without making a sound when they landed.