Legend of the Asura

Dark forest, a girl's home.

Coarse ancient trees lay quietly in the snow. The girl's snowy body curled into a sleeping kitten, her lips gently moving as she breathed evenly, her silky mouth spilled from the corner of her mouth, dampening a leaf on the ground.

A drop of cold rain fell on her face, awakening her from her sleep. She rubbed her sleeping eyes and muttered: “Is it raining..."

The sky is dim, but no rain drops.

Her eyelashes drowned and her eyelids covered those purple eyes again, her tiny body curled into a comfortable position and gradually fell asleep.

“Are you… eager for strength? ”

In her sleep, her body shrunk slightly as if to return to that rainy night three years ago.

“I want...” She lay on the muddy ground, raising her right hand as hard as she could, screaming desperately: "Give me strength... I want revenge... I want...”

“... kill my mother...”

“Hahahahahaha...” The low voice sounds like the devil laughs in the storm; “then... I give you strength. But... from today on, you have to remember your real name, which is... demon..."

……………………

On the bustling road, a man and a woman walked hand in hand. The woman wears purple clothes and her body is perfect, causing countless men to look amazingly and women to look jealously. It's just that those broad sunglasses and sun hats cover most of your face, making it impossible to peek at it. But the pedestrian would never have thought that this man was the first fairy to ring the Round, or the Tranmui.

The wind swept away in bulk, stepped on slippers, and the whole body was dressed in a lazy male charm. Countless women's obsessive eyes fell on him and the Mui people secretly ate the flavor.

The softness in the hand seeps out a fine layer of sweat beads as a result of tension. "Are you used to it?" he asked softly. ”

“Mmm!” she answered more quietly. In just a few days, her feelings for him had changed dramatically. Perhaps she did not think of the situation today before she pounced on the devil with the heart of a broken cauldron.

I fell so easily… beneath the man I hated the most. Perhaps from the first second she met him, she began to be conquered by him, little by little, until she fell completely by him. Those passages, which used to be nightmarish, now recall that there is no more hatred but confusion and indescribable shyness.

“Do you miss home? ”

Home...

The head of the Temui dropped gently: “Want to...” She wanted the brilliant little emperor to give her the warmest infinite brother, sister-in-law. “But…” she suddenly raised her head and said firmly, "I will not go back, nor have I ever thought about going back. ”

The wind smiled casually, "Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to send you back. Since you've fallen into my hands, you'll never get separated again. ”

Hegemony, even a slightly ruthless phrase, created a sense of silk happiness in her heart. She suddenly thought that this was the first time she was alone with him, and the first time she was shopping with a man… her body leaned on him and greedy breathed a faint male scent on him.

“Tell me about your past life, and since you've decided to be my woman, you should let your man know all about your past. ”

The wind stopped in front of a beautifully decorated teahouse and took her in after a few measurements.

At noon, there were not many people in there, mostly fine tea tasting, whispering, the only thing that could be heard clearly was that quiet ancient kite.

Sit down against the window and order two dragon phoenix refreshments.

“Can we talk now? ”

The Mui man bowed his head and his two little snowball hands strangled somewhat. She said, "Well," and began to slowly recall her past, and the memories of more than a decade at this time did not provoke her suffering, because she knew that she had left the memories forever.

Wow!

The wind slanted, as the sophisticated bead curtain at the door of the tea house was brutally opened, four high-toed men walked in, two waiters just wanted to greet them, but after seeing their identities, their faces changed, their faces were filled with fear, and they walked over to greet them with war.

Retracting her gaze, the wind gazed at the end of the Mui people and listened quietly to her story, from her mother's premature departure to her lonely and cold childhood.

The exhilarating sounds of the kites make people feel surprisingly peaceful. The Temui slowly dissolved into her complaint, her eyes became disoriented, her voice became low, pure, real, as if he had seen a scene of her childhood.

As if the world were quiet and the wind was smiling and listening, the tea tower next to it was sending an uncomfortable sound.

“This body, this skin, it's superb. This woman must be playing... Ha-ha-ha,"

Dirty sounds are low, but the wind is real. He still smiled. His enduring kung fu is no less than his killing kung fu. Unless he wants to, it's hard to see what he's thinking in his face.

“Look at the man. Could it be a duck in some store? ”

The moving narrative stopped, and Mui's eyes looked at the wind, and countless eyes looked at this side. The voices just now were not deliberately repressed, and clearly reached everyone's ears in an elegant and clean teahouse.

It was one of those people who had just come in, the Englishman who had never spoken looked scattered at the perfect figure of the Tuan Mui people, and glanced at them from time to time. Looking at the high rise seemed to be the leader of these people. The flaming young man reached out and ripped open the neck of the black shirt, revealing a blue dragon with teeth dancing claws on his chest.

Tattooing is certainly a threat to the obedient civilian population, but in the eyes of a real cowman, it's just a ridiculous act of jumping clowns to show off their power. The wind laughed, playing with the teacup in his hand, shook his head and sighed, “Let's go, I don't really like fly places. ”

His voice was so low that only the End-Mui could hear it. Take the Mui gently “hmm” and let him take his little hand and walk out.

That was obviously the slab youth of Jiayou who walked away without a word, and the flames were all the more arrogant. He stood up furiously and said arrogantly, "Boy, stop. Lucky for you, my young master is attracted to your girl, leave her behind and you can get out. ”

Those who dare to be so arrogant in Jinghua must have considerable background and power. The teahouse was quiet and the conversation disappeared completely, but no one dared to come out and mix it up. Several waiters were more merciful to watch the wind and carry the Mui. They know exactly how powerful this Young Master is.

Mooist's face was a little white, his body leaned against the wind, the wind looked at her with a slight smile and held her hand slightly tight. A strange sense of security passed along her hand to her heart, leaving her with a sudden rise of insecurity.

Is this the feeling of being protected... With this strange feeling of happiness, the Temui is intoxicated and his body almost affects him. As he slowly walks out, he no longer cares about the disgusting sound behind him.

“Boy, you're deaf! - Know who he is? - No!” Young people suddenly roared, and the voice shocked many people and dismayed the gaze of mercy.

Boom!

A slight chirp emanated from the wind, which had been smashed into four smooth pieces by the teacup he held in his left hand and thrown backwards at will.

“Ah!!! ”

It wasn't until they walked out of the teahouse that the late scream rang behind them. It's already a great mercy to have one ear cut off from each of us, with a mockery in the corner of the mouth.

“Will there be trouble, that person… seems to have a lot of power.” The Temui said with some apprehension.

“Someone will take care of it.” The wind smiled, his eyes seemed to glance inadvertently behind him, and then he dragged the Mooists home: “There were no shortages of jumping clowns in this world. Go home and I'll keep listening to your story. ”

That gentle voice melted away all the bitterness in the hearts of the Temui instantly, and at this moment she had a happy urge to cry. Because he finally admitted her identity, and she, in just a few days, fell in love with him completely. From the moment they met, that dreamy scene started playing back in her head... she nodded hard and laughed and wept. She suddenly realized that that seemed like a crazy and unbelievable choice before, which must have been the most correct and perfect choice of her life.

Thirty seconds later, a phone call reached Chu Yingying and let her calm face sink.

“Did you find out who that man was?” She asked coldly.

“It's the master of the Guo family. ”

“The Guo family... dare to humiliate my son. Give you one day to kick the Guo family out of Jinghua. I don't want them to tarnish my baby son's eyes again! ”

“… Yes! ”

Longwei, sitting on the couch, smiled helplessly, but did not make a sound to stop her from behaving somewhat excessively. The sudden emergence of maternal love, which suppressed for more than two decades, was sufficiently powerful to be described in an appalling way.

(Finally, after finishing the main character, there will be nothing for the Dragon Family. Next, deal with Fengcheng, then go to an island country and start a cruel task.