Legend of the Asura

Looking at him without a word, it was as if to see his heart become crippled.

Yang Aotian knelt on the floor and held the loess earth in it with one hand... He didn't say a word, didn't shed a tear, didn't even change his expression at all.

Spend a dozen minutes in the loess of the sand. The wind remained silent and watched him move until he held the last loess in his hands, seeping blood.

“Awesome...” The wind prayed with respect to the pile of new graves, lifting Yang Awesome's body, but did not know how to comfort him for a moment. His heart ache must have been much bigger than he thought.

“Don't let him know. ”

Yang Aotian finally spoke, but his voice made the wind feel completely strange. He nodded: “I know. ”

“These... are all Simon's, no, are they Simon's?” The wind is killing hard. Apart from him, he can't think of anyone else who could do such an extinct humanity.

Yang Aotian's hands tightened sharply. After a brief silence, he trembled all over his body, then squatted down sharply, hugging his head and crying. Painful and sad cries make the wind here sad.

“Why… why!! ”

The man, who had not cried when he was a child and whose mother had not cried when she left, and whose sister had not cried when she was ill, squatted his head on the ground and cried like a helpless child.

The breeze relieved him, as long as he could cry, indicating that his heart had not been struck to death. He slapped him on the shoulder, "Awesome, what are you going to do? ”

“Boss... please, make me strong! Even if you live ten years less, twenty years... no! If I could be as strong as the boss, one day! Just for one day, even if I die soon, I'd like to... Boss, you can do it right! ”

As if suddenly he saw hope, Yang Aotian died and caught the wind. His eyes were full of grief. There was no confusion in his brain, on the contrary, he was sober, he knew clearly that he did not have the capital to confront the Siemens today, and if he wanted to avenge himself, his only hope lay in the wind.

The atmosphere of hatred was so intense that it shocked the wind. He grabbed Yang Aotian's shoulder: “Get up first. ”

An unusual breath came from the wind, and the wind shook, almost thinking that he had delusions. Because it's obviously the death that happens to the dead. When he pulled Yang Aotian up by force, he discovered with horror that there was a layer of ash on his dead face.

“What's wrong with you, do you think something's wrong there?” The more the wind frowned, the more he became certain that it was the smell of the dead. In his hand, a force of chaos passed into his body again, and the results shocked the wind...

There is no chance!!

The wind sees a dramatic change in Yang Aotian's eyes. For the first time, he saw a violation of the natural truth from a person other than himself… a man who had no chance of survival stood alive before himself.

“Well, don't talk to me yet.” With a cautious look on his face, he closed his eyes and slowly felt Yang Aotian's temper with the power of chaos. Soon, his heart beat faster.

No air machine... no breathing, not even... no heartbeat!

What's going on?

“How are you feeling?” Looking at those grey eyes, the wind frowned and asked.

Yang Aotian shook his head and said in a dry voice: “Boss... help me... I'm going to kill him... kill him...”

“I can't help you.” The wind shook its head: “If I helped you catch or even kill Siemens, you wouldn't want to. You must want to pay for your hatred. I just don't have a way to make people stronger, and it's all up to you. ”

Yang Aotian's eyes were not dim, it was still that horrible void, no one could imagine what was happening to him.

Is it the power of his chaos that mutates and transforms his body when it meets some kind of smell on him? The wind bowed silently to the thought that he could find no explanation other than that.

But just at the moment he lowered his head, his eyes contracted sharply, because he found that the shallow grass beneath Yang Aotian's feet, and around him, had become yellow and swayed in the breeze, dying.

He finally thought of two words...

Dead breath!

Whether his power of chaos has mutated into this strange death, or… his body has hidden a particular ability, which is finally provoked in a situation of extreme despair.

…………

By the time I got home, it was almost noon. The wind whispered and connected Xiao Tin's phone.

“Help me set up the arrogance, but don't let anyone get into too much contact with him. ”

“Why?” Xiao Tian asked in surprise.

“Because... will die!” The wind swept away and said. If you are a human being, you will be deprived of life if you are too close to him.

“… I see!” I don't know why, but he trusts every word the wind says.

Hanging up the phone, the wind quickly dialed another number. This is the first time he's dialed this number. It took a long time for them to connect.

“I need time.” Without waiting for the other person to talk, the wind immediately said.

Silence, for a while, a steady voice sounded: “Go home more, your mother has been waiting for too many years. ”

Home… will it be another home of its own?

“I will.” I answered softly, and the wind shut my phone and thought for a thousand moments. He did not know how long it would take him to fully accept this sudden affair before he could accept the home. Everything, too sudden for him, seemed a little redundant. A few more relatives, and a few more connections.

Feng Yao walked to him lightly and hugged him from behind him: "Brother, you came back just in time, lunch was just ready, it was made by Yiren sister. ”

“Mmm!” The wind nodded, turning back and holding her hand, "we said as we ate. Don't worry, I'll never leave you, even if I really have one more home. I can't sleep without the smell of Yao. ”

“But that's fine. At least, my Yao, and if you don't have to worry about getting in trouble again. ”

Until then, being identified had been a shadow in his heart. Because it means that the people around him can no longer appear in front of people. But nowadays, it doesn't seem to be a problem anymore, Longwei, and Longtian ask him if he will obviously be able to “Blood Shadow Wind” again. But at least there will be a way to persuade or find out.

On the dining table, the wind confessed everything to several girls, Feng Yao's face was calm, the water was soft and confused, and Cherokee and the Mooist expression exaggerated to the extreme.

The Dragon family, Huaxia's most noble family for thousands of years, truly stands at the top of Huaxia. Though this family is not prosperous, their influence over Huaxia and the whole world is enormous. On the political front alone, almost all families have looked to the dragon family as their only leader, unchanged for thousands of years. Its prestige and influence are evident.

“Brother Feng, are you really from the Dragon family and will you be the sole heir to the Dragon family?” Yang Xiao said with some impatience.

The wind smiled and said: “Actually, it doesn't matter. Whatever my other identity, I am your big brother... this will never change.” He looked at her with a little more pity. If she finds out what happened this morning, she doesn't know how hard it would hit her.

In a word, Yang Xiaoru let go of her nervous heart completely. She smiled sweetly and began gently to clip dishes for the wind.

The eyes of the Dunmui remained on the wind's face, and some of the beautiful eyes of the dorks flashed, seemingly not yet awakened from the shock just now.

Blood Emperor Shadow Wind... heir to the Dragon Family. One identity is enough to make Hua Xia tremble, one identity is enough to make Hua Xia submissive, and both identities actually appear on one person at the same time...

She seemed to feel a strange look, and the wind looked up at her and suddenly said: "After eating, change your clothes and go out with me. ”

“Ah... hmm!” The Mui fled his gaze in panic, almost unconscious answers. And the word "clothes" made her pull the clothes in front of her with her hands. Almost “confined" to the home, she was always only wearing pajamas, and, unintentionally, the pajamas that Fengyao had found for her were all low-chested, so the deep cleavage was exposed almost every moment.

Feng Yao and Yang Xiaoru smiled at each other.