Legend of the Asura

“Ah!!!! ”

A tragic cry came a long way, and the whole pub heard it clearly. Fatty's face changed and quickly turned to the source of the scream, as it was clearly the voice of Charles, his “best friend”.

“Bang” pushed the door open, and Purple still shrunk at the foot of the bed, holding a wire stained with blood in his trembling little hand. Charles squatted his head on the ground and continued to moan in agony.

“Charles, Charles… tell me, what happened? ”

Charles let go of his forehead and revealed a few centimeters of irregular wound. Though not deep, it is still striking and bloody.

Fat man's face twitched a few times, hurried to comfort Charles a few words, then got up furiously, picked up a large stick in his hand, walked a few steps, but stopped again, blinking his fierce eyes and watching her die.

He can't hurt the original future “head card”, otherwise her price might drop.

“Uncle... Uncle, please let Zi 'er go... Zi 'er will repay you when he grows up. ”

She cried and begged, and the still trembling wire in her hand was clamped tightly by her as if it had become her final lifesaving straw.

“I like the scene of conquest with a little excitement, which makes people more excited, and I feel my own boiling blood, which makes conquest full of passion. ”

Charles stood up and put an ointment on his head that he didn't know where it was coming from. His voice was still blunt, but the fierce light in his eyes was much scarier than that of a fat man. He hasn't suffered such physical injuries in years. The ferocity is mixed with the blood of a sinful animal, boiling as hard as a powder explosion.

His eyes shocked the fat man. I stopped talking and finally laughed. I didn't say anything. I can only pray that in this state he can “soften” as much as he can in his roughness and not destroy this young girl who will bring him a lot of money in the future.

“Uncle, please let go of Zi 'er... she will really repay you when she grows up. Zi 'er, Zi 'er never lies. ”

In her plea, she had stopped crying. The evil of humanity easily shatters the world she is familiar with. It was as if she stood in a dead gray world of despair. It was her last struggle for that faint hope. Like the last cry of a drowning dying man.

In the face of two human beings whose humanity has been extinct, her plea can only further stimulate their ferocity.

“Dear Charles, this is my fault, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory compensation for the loss you have suffered.” Fatty hurried to him and smiled with a smile.

Ignoring Fatty, Charles was laughing more and more dangerous, and he grinned and passed on a heavy breath: "My dear little angel, don't be afraid, you can only blame yourself for being so perfect, tearing perfection apart will always be the greatest enjoyment of your life. Although you offend me, your perfection can make me forget everything I just did...”

He approached again step by step. Only this time, he won't be scratched by sudden barbed wire.

Fatty hurried out with a bow and pulled out the door with a great deal of fun.

Perfect...

Purple's eyes became hollow when there were two words with thick shadows in her head that were originally beautiful.

Mama said I was the best, most perfect daughter in the world... but why would Mama do this to me... perfect, is it a sin?

Because it's perfect... will I feel sorry for myself like those poor ladies...

If it's not perfect… everything will change and go back to the way it was.

She took the wire and scratched her face... over and over again...

Blood, blurred her gaze, blurred her original delicate soft face, one bloody trench after the other destroyed the perfection that cost her countless hearts and blood... pain, paralyzed her nerves, her mechanical swing began to red wire in her hands, more than once.

Charles, overwhelmed by surprise, opened his frightened eyes and shouted, rushing out of the room, leaving behind the angel who had been torn apart by his own hands.

(Purple's prototype is taken from “Destruction Angel” Ling in the game "Track of the Sky". Similar ages, the same angelic appearance, and the same powerful power, were sold to the same place by their parents. It's just that Ling is far more miserable than Purple's fate. It was also a great regret and heartache that I left behind after playing airstrip. So I've always wanted to give Ling a perfect ending in my own way, but it's a small pity.

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Next to the blacksmith's shop is the appraisal shop. The wind glimpsed the big “appraisal” sign and again took out the boundless double stone and returned to the beginner village.

Coming out of the mysterious map, the wind sees the elderly village chief standing in the middle of the novice village like a stone sculpture. He smiled and walked over, "Hello, Grandpa Village Chief. ”

The sleepy old man opened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Brother Windy Soul, are you back? ”

There were three black lines coming out of the wind, and I couldn't help but grab the old man's arm and say, "Go! Take you somewhere fun. ”

“Where? ”

“You choose yes! ”

The mayor was confused and chose "allow”, then suddenly the blue light appeared in front of him. After the blue light dissipated, the scene appeared completely unfamiliar.

“What is this place?” The village chief asked with a wide glance.

“You'll see soon enough.” Afraid that the village chief would not come along to ask questions, the wind directly "shadowed" and grabbed him as the wind rushed in the direction of the commercial street.

The mayor's body was almost blown apart by the powerful wind, and after some time, the scenery in front of him finally became stationary, presenting itself in an elegant but somewhat empty cabin.

“Grandpa Village, this is the first appraisal shop of Wind Soul City, one of the main cities of Tianlong mainland, that is where you will work in the future... cough, don't thank me, that's it... Bye!! ”

Without waiting for the village chief to react, the wind pulls its legs out and runs. The only appraisers serving players throughout the Tianlong continent are those from Tianlong Imperial City, which is equivalent to the appraisal industry being completely monopolized by Tianlong Imperial City. In the wind, this is a beneficial industry, how can you not be willing to put one in wind city. First, you can earn money, and second, you can better attract players to Windy City. And the only people that the wind knows, besides the old man at the Tianlong Imperial City Appraisal Shop, are Feng Yao and this novice village chief of 99999. Naturally, he wouldn't want Fengyao to be an appraiser, so... he hit on the new village chief.

Bring him in unknowingly and let him be helpless in this strange place without fear that he will not behave.

"The head of Windy Soul City ordered you to be Windy City's first appraiser. Do you accept?" ”The tone, the novice village mayor stood in front of the appraisal pavilion, his mind could not turn.

City of the Wind Soul… Lord of the City!? First appraiser...

“Accepted." he replied with a stubborn face.

Nowadays, all novice players are sent only to the first 1000 novice villages, where 99999 novice villages are long gone from anger, and where they may have to die standing in the same spot forever until they dissolve into dry bodies.

In just one minute, fate has undergone such a dramatic transformation, which does not seem to be a bad thing, but a great good thing… at best it is accustomed to quiet and lonely self, temporarily difficult to accept the noise and prosperity.

When the wind returned to Miyagi, more than a dozen people were waiting for him in the palace. Naturally, those who can be directly admitted by the Lady are those who played a pivotal role in the previous battle for the city.

“Ha ha, Wind Lord! That's a hell of a title. When can I have an imperial title?” As soon as the wind walked through the door, he heard Xiao Tian's amazing laughter and squeezed his eyebrows at him as he spoke.

“Only the title of Emperor is worthy of Brother Haut-Shuro. Brother Shuro has always been like an emperor to me.” Maple Leaf Lan hastily interfaced.

The wind swept everyone's eyes - Xiao Tian, Chen Binger, Maple Leaf Run, Maple Leaf Run, Red Flame Burning, Red Flame Demon Fire, Tsunami Moon, Rainbow Neon... and an unhappy Nangong Sisters and Maple Leaf Blue Star Girl.

After a moment of headache, the wind did not sit on the throne and walked straight through the door and said seriously: "Thank you for helping me guard the City of the Souls. Without your help, there would be no City of the Souls today. You can set up gang segments in Wind Town at will, and there are no regional or numerical restrictions, let alone a building token or anything. In addition, there are any other requests that you may wish to make. ”

Maple Leaf rushed up and waved: “Brother Shuro, don't be so polite, these are the things we should do... should be. ”

Almost all of these people, except a few brainless little girls, know what this “should” means.

“Since you are all your own people, there is no need for Xiaolan to be polite with me. There are many places in Wind Town that need to rely on your help. So, what brings you to me today? ”

Maple Ye smiled. “This time we came for no special purpose, just to see Lord Wind Emperor for the first time." Oh, the Shura brothers, you are now the number one in the world in all respects, no one can afford it. ”

The wind shook its head with a smile and turned its eyes to the Red Flame and the Red Flame Demon Fire: “I have taken note of the battle of the Red Flame Gang. ”

“No, we should be glad. It turns out how right we were to make that choice.” The Red Flame Demon Fire smiled lightly. Red Flames burned the first two steps in the sky and took out their own flaming sword, which had been cut into two pieces: “I don't have any other requests, I just want you to fix this sword like they said, and I would appreciate it. ”

Again, unlike Xiao Tian's Light Spirit, a man who is desperate for swords in both the world and the real world, he is good at hitting the bright line of a great fit. The wind took over the flaming sword and said something that confused the red flames: “In three minutes, you will have a surprise. ”

Pass the broken flameless sword directly into the iron toothless side of the demon pot and preach with your mind: “Master Iron Toothless, can you fix this sword? ”

A few seconds later, a voice full of disdain sounded: "It's just a fancy fairy, two minutes, no, I can fix it completely in one minute. ”

“Mm-hmm. By the way, I have a lot of gems with flame properties there, so try to embed them as much as you can. ”

“Okay! No problem!! ”

He did not know that he had made an artifact out of a random word. Gemstones, which reinforce attributes, are of little use to the wind, a pile of fairy spirits, and the more they accumulate. Iron Toothless, the super godless old pervert, smashed all the high-end fire attribute gems in the pot, and the whole process was so easy, even easily breaking the limit of only three gems in the flame sword, and a whole twelve.

One can only blame the wind for saying “as many as possible", and his words, Iron Toothless, are absolutely as sacred as obedience.

(Well, maybe someone isn't used to doing it on two lines. Let's finish introducing what happened to Purple three years ago tomorrow - there are still people asking who Purple is... purple = slaughter = demon king!! Is there anything more clear than that?)