Legend of the Asura

Without a free escort, a grieving and unhappy baby can only pull Fengyao and Chen Binger to practice. And they practice in the suburbs of the city of Thunder, because there's absolutely no other player there than them. There are currently only people who can use the transport array, except for the NPCs, who are on the loose.

Most of the monsters in the City of Thunder are Thunder systems, and the fire is Thunder Star. The Golden Winged Phoenix of Level 60 is second to second, even in the face of more than 70 Thunder monsters. Occasionally, a BOSS is also burned to the ground by it beating its wings a few times. So... more than twenty 70 + player teams were supposed to brush the map to be wrapped by Golden Wings Phoenix alone, and only when the magic was exhausted would the fantasy seven colored butterflies be replaced.

Baby, Fengyao, and Chen Bing-er don't need to move their fingers, but their experience is like crazy growth. Xiao Tian couldn't pull his face off to hang out with a few girls, he could only bear tears alone silent rehearsal level. He doesn't have the skill to attack in range today, but he definitely sees one second at a time, and the horrible speed of the attack makes his single attack capability unmatched.

And he didn't even find himself, he was swordfightin 'faster than a day, and the sword wind was sharper than a day.

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Darkness, coupled with repeated scenarios, time travels at an extraordinary rate, and the wind calculates the time, which should already be noon and afternoon.

“Hungry?” The wind turned back and asked.

“Not hungry.” Blood Cherry replied coldly. In front of him, she had dared not to answer or give a cold hum, otherwise his hands would always squeeze one of their fullness accurately and without pity make her ache, make her hate, shame her, make her give in.

During the game, the game warehouse automatically injects nutritional liquid when the player needs it, but this nutritional liquid cannot be compared to real food after all. So, lunch is usually served offline at noon when the wind is out. And his habit has changed since he discovered the incredible ability to refine a demon pot.

Because he can bring his lunch back to the world through a magic pot, and even more incredibly, these foods, which show no attributes in the world of return, can completely replenish physical strength as they do in the real world.

In response, the wind dug hollow thoughts and thought of an explanation: demon pots convert it into some special energy body that comes back to the world, and when used, these energy bodies provide energy like real things. It sounds ridiculous, but he can't find any other reason to explain it.

“All right then.” The wind jumped off Little White and sat directly on the floor with his legs plated. When the mind moves, a delicate lunch box appears in your hand, and when opened, the aroma is overflowing, and even the heat is bleak.

In the refining space, the energy of nothing dissipates. So, any object in the refinery space is in exactly the same condition as it was when it was taken out and put in, watching the lunch still warm in the hand, the corner of the wind smiling, as if to see the water soft under the guidance of Fengyao carefully and carefully making the cute breakfast and lunch.

“If you weren't hungry, I would have eaten them all myself, but I brought you a nice one.” The wind grabbed a coveted chicken wing, enjoyed a long sniff by the nose, and then tore it to pieces without masking the chewing sound.

Men sat and ate with very little style, and women stood there frozen and blinded for a moment to see where they should be. The fragrance continues to drift into the nose of the bloody cherry. Finally... she swallowed a small sip.

When one person's attention can only be focused on another person's wolf swallowing tiger, swallowing saliva is an almost instinctive response. It has almost nothing to do with hunger or not hunger or wanting to eat.

But... the silence of the dead space is too quiet, and that slight swallowing sounds extra clear. The wind raised its head and looked at her with a smile. Blood cherry don't go too far, try to hold up the cold snowflake on two light pinks, bright and compelling.

“You heard wrong!” Feel the dramatic gaze, the cold words of blood cherry, and look away completely at the black space around you.

“Oh?” The wind lifted its head, pretending to say to itself, “Strange, did I ask what I heard? ”

Blood cherry bites his teeth so hard that he resists the urge to cut him in half at all costs.

The wind stood up and suddenly another identical lunch box appeared in his hand. “Miss Blood Cherry, can I invite you to lunch? ”

The blood cherry was there, his eyes swept past the jade box and slowly moved away. She had no interest in food for her turn, but that seemingly anticipating gaze accelerated her heartbeat for a moment. It sounded like a strange kind of magic. Can easily distract a person's heart strings.

The jade box was opened and again presented in front of the blood cherry eyes, and the blood cherry couldn't help but turn its head and look at it, holding it tight, his eyes flashed through the silk colour.

“Crystal grapes are said to nourish the skin if you eat more. Noh... you don't think I'm gonna give you something greasy, do you? That's what my little girl made for me. I don't want to give it to anybody. ”

Put the jade box in the hands of the bloody cherry and the wind continues to sit down and eat his chicken wings. Bloody cherry stares at the box in her hand, stunning and loving, filled with crystal grapes, a crystal clear, like the skin of her jade. She was convinced that she had never seen anyone sell it in the world, not even the box.

The crystalline grapes did not arouse her appetite, but gave her a strong impulse to put it in her mouth. Cold eyes peeked into the wind and saw the wolf swallowing his still indifferent eyes, seemingly not paying attention to her behavior. She gently twisted a grape and placed it in the entrance, biting it gently. Suddenly, sweet, cool juice enters the oral cavity and enters the heart and lungs.

The wind ran away and ate the part in front of him like a cloud and stood up satisfied. Blood cherry slammed the box in his hand and threw it back into the wind, coldly: “Go. ”

This task is equally bizarre and far beyond the expectations of blood cherries. Now the only thing they can do is move forward, keep moving forward. Waiting for what it is… completely unknown.

The wind captured with satisfaction a slight anomaly from her cold to almost cold-blooded face, retrieving the lunch box in her hand. Jump up the back of the tiger and start running towards the darkness.

There was a long laugh in the corner of the wind. What an exciting and interesting challenge to conquer Dong Yi's first beauty with 100 crystal grapes.

“Have you ever wondered what we would do if we hadn't been able to accomplish this?” The wind suddenly said out loud.

Blood cherry snorted cold.

The wind flanked half his body and shook his left hand dangerously: "Do you want me to rub your chest? ”

“You!”

The grasshopper sword in her hand was raised halfway into the sky, and she let it go alive. "I don't know! ”

One day, you'll have to chop off those hands that tarnish your body.

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Spend the day in the constant teasing of blood cherries. Getting a cold, heartless woman's emotions out of control a few times is undoubtedly a very accomplishing thing, so it's not very boring to have a day on the loose. But he also understands that this unscrupulous provocation may not last long, because when she regains her strength, she will return to the poisonous rose of the mighty world. Visible and untouchable.

Today is the third day after falling into Gaia Cemetery, blood cherry still stands in the dark waiting for her as the wind goes online. Seeing her first glance, the wind smiled and flashed in front of her. She kissed her lips violently.

“Good boy, that's a reward for you. ”

The cold on that face turned into a stagnant face, and she let herself be dragged back by the wind.

It was his first kiss, and he took it away.

Hate... hate! But more is really helpless, confused, and there are strange feelings that are unclear. Soon she was surprised to find herself feeling not anger but panic first.

“Why are you doing this to me!!” She finally said with resentment, as if the corner of her mouth still had a strange feeling when she was touched.

“Because...” The wind turned around to meet her and lost a few cold eyes: "You can only be my woman in your life. ”

Sound is light, but nailed to pieces, more confident and dominant.

This phrase made Blood Sakura suddenly think of what Tokugawa Ito had said to her, silent for a moment, and her heart struggled unnamed.

Four hours later, the familiar space reappeared in front of them, and at the moment of their appearance, a dozen dragon stone soldiers routinely rushed in. However, these dragon sets have risen to level 45.

The Wind can't determine what level the last monster they encounter, but most likely it's level 100!