Legend of the Asura

“Brother...” the baby had come to him sometime, pulling his clothes gently, timid, worried, afraid... looking at the figure lying in his arms, she bit her lower lip and asked with a cry: "Sister Yao, is she... hurt? ”

“No, she... fell asleep. ”

Longwei's body swung violently.

“Really... really?” The baby bites his lips so hard that he can't cry, but the crystalline teardrops come out of his eyes like a spring.

“Fugitive...” Longwei walked behind him and patted him on the shoulder lightly. At that moment, he felt his body was frightening as if it had been frozen for 10,000 years.

“Man, don't repress, cry out.” Looking calm and indifferent to his horrible son, Longwei closed his eyes, raised his head and endured the acidity of both eyes.

In the silence of death, Feng Yao lies quietly in the arms of the wind, quietly as if it were a beautiful painting. There was no fear of death on her face, but deep love and faint comfort… was it to relieve his mother or to relieve him of his well-being.

He knelt there, his empty eyes staring straight at her face, slowly, his tears streaming down his cheeks, scarlet, blood!

“Ah!!!!!!!!! ”

The night sky is saddened by the tremendous roar of apes crying blood. Blood clotted tears drop down into her chest... she has not cried in countless painful torments, she has not cried in countless hell training, she has not cried when the beloved woman betrayed her, she has not cried when her father-in-law left her... Blood tears springs at this moment.

“Fugitive...” Chu Yingying knelt beside him, trembling and reaching out his hands, trying to erase the blood marks on his face.

“Fuck off!!! ”

A fierce and ruthless collision of Chu Ying flew out, accompanied by a heartbreaking scream, the wind carried Fengyao's body out of the Dragon House compound like crazy, disappeared into the night, and all the way down the bloodstain. Meanwhile, the sound of the baby crying and the footsteps she chased out sounded sad in the Dragon House compound.

Chu Ying Ying's eyes sat empty on the floor, staring at the blood on the ground.

“Why... why did God treat us like this... why...”

A little blood runs from the right hand of Longwei's tight grip. He walked up to Chu Ying Ying and lifted her up. He called softly: “Ying Ying, be strong... it's not your fault, if even you collapse, what about our children? ”

Chu Yingying covered his hands and cried.

Longwei stopped talking and patted her back for a while before walking out of the hall.

Chu Ying gradually stopped crying. She walked to the staggering blood and squatted down, trembling her hands to pick up the photograph that had been blown up in the explosion.

Photographs, one by one, depict the beautiful smiles of several girls, their wind and hua generations, their smiles flashed... they were so tired of being beside him... Fengyao, even more beautiful as if they shouldn't exist in the world. The gentle smile of her in the photograph is enough to bring the sun and moon to a dark discoloration.

These photos, all from that mysterious birthday present, a sunken little box. They documented the warm lives of several girls with him, the escape and the growth of Yao from childhood… they were either complete, bombed to the face of Africa, or bloodstained with scarlet. She picked them up one at a time, wiped them carefully one at a time, laughing and weeping.

An old figure leaned against the wall and looked at the pitch-black sky as if dead.

Heavy footsteps approached the elderly. Longwei looked at the old man, who had become familiar with him, and closed his eyes in agony.

“Uncle Wang, how many years have you been in my Dragon's house?” He leaned against the wall and asked softly.

Sixty-two years. ”

“How old are you today...”

“Sixty-seven.” Answered Mune.

“Why!” Longwei closed his eyes and sighed.

“I'm sorry about the dragon house.” He decadently said, his eyes empty. For the first time in more than 60 years, and the only time, he failed. The dragon family was safe and sound, but an innocent girl was buried.

“Twenty-one years ago, the leak of that thing...”

“It's me.”

Heavy punching on the wall, Longwei's right hand was spilled with blood.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” He smiled painfully with a wall of hands. There was a deep sadness in the laughter.

“I was adopted by my grandfather at the age of five, grew up with my father, took care of everything I had since childhood, taught me how to be a person... you appear to be my close servant, but... my father has always treated you as half a brother, half a friend, and I, have always treated you as half a father, half a teacher...”

Uncle Wang sat there motionless, like a weathered dry corpse. Just those old eyes, tears all over the place.

“When my dragon family lost their love child, we doubted everything in the family... but not you... I didn't think... I didn't think...”

He wants to cry, he wants to laugh... laugh at his own stupidity, laugh at this great irony, laugh at this * fate.

“Young Master... let me die...”

“You have no right to call me Young Master!” With a pistol against Uncle Wang's head, Longwei had long since lost the steady calm of the week. His face was twitching, his heart was twitching, and his right hand with the gun was trembling constantly.

“Sixty-two years ago, the Emperor, Colonel Tokugawa... sent me.” Without having to ask Longwei, he said it out loud, with no focal length.

Longwei sneered: “After 62 years of invisibility, with my trust in you, you have countless opportunities to put me to death during this period, why choose today… why today!! ”

How much he wants to die for himself. Even though he died, his father could stand up and stand up for everything right away. And the death of that poor girl had unimaginable consequences. He was his son, he was also the Shadow of the Blood, and he was Shura! If Blood Emperor Shadow Wind loses his mind, with his horrible hands, who can stop him!

And... that newly-connected affair was completely broken by the explosion. Perhaps from that moment on, all he had was hatred for the Dragons...

“What they want is a spy... who gives them information... if I expose it early, it will be difficult for another person to reach my position... but... whether it's the real world or the world back, the young master is too powerful... the emperor is afraid... he can't stand it any longer, let me do anything to get rid of him... otherwise..."

“Otherwise... what kind of threat would you remember when you were five years old, and you wouldn't dare to forget for sixty-two years!” Longwei asked red-eyed.

Uncle Wang did not answer, the voice Xu Xu said: “It is too difficult to see the young master... I dare not let go of this opportunity. But... I lost... Dragon family God bless... I'm sorry for that girl. ”

Longwei retracted his pistol and turned around silently, "Take him away. ”

Several fearful members of Phoenix immediately rushed forward and erected the old man, who had been completely weakened.

“Let me die...” The mission failed, he and his family must die, and his feelings with the Dragon family for so many years were completely severed. At this time, he, desperately desperate to die.

“You can't die… your life and death are the only decisions my son can make. ”

“Check every corner and all the places he might have been to see if there were any other liquid bombs.” Leaving aside a cold sentence, Longwei took a heavy step away.

……………………

On her eighteenth birthday, he held her tightly, one by one, his eyes flowing like water, far away, “I can give everything to hold you tight, even if my heart is always dark, you are my only light! ”

Her happiness at the time was warm and slightly shameful as if it had appeared clearly in front of him again, then blurred... then blurred...

He thought that one day he might suddenly lose his life, that one day he would lose everything he had gotten... but he never thought she would leave him. Because he didn't dare, he never dared to think about how he could live without Yao 'er.

From childhood to age, her figure filled his world. She always stayed with him smoothly and skilfully, following him like a shadow, taking care of him, accompanying him, nothing she did was for him... he was her life, her world.

He slowly got used to her tenderness, her perfection... until suddenly he lost her... his fear, despair, the collapse of the world, tearing his heart apart...

Even if I am the bloody shadow wind that everyone fears, even if I am the Shura that makes the world tremble, even if I will possess the tremendous wealth of a rich enemy... so what... without you sharing it with me, I get the world, how can I...

Yao 'er, my brother is wrong, really wrong...

The wind wandering aimlessly in the night sky filled with cold eyes and tears... in front of him seemed red and seemingly gray... until... pitch-black... holding her still dripping blood, he fell from the air.

Bang ~ ~

A string in my heart suddenly collapses, and the chaos in my body becomes more concentrated in chaos… In despair, the doorway breaks, and chaos breaks directly to the fifth level.

But... so what...

He can't feel anything but Yao in his arms… perhaps nothing can shake his dead heart anymore.