Legend of the Asura

The moment he fell to the ground, his body finally stopped and floated to the ground. He held Yao gently in his arms, tears of blood still lingering, and the warmth of millions of times the atmosphere of chaos poured unreservedly into her body without a trace of life. Though he knew from the bottom of his heart that what he wished to see would only be luxury.

He can save all... but not his Yao.

“Yao... er...”

In the silent night sky, he finally made a hoarse call to rip his heart out and look at her tightly closed eyes, his heart pierced by arrows.

“Wake up... please wake up...”

“Yao... you swore an oath, you will surely leave later than me... why didn't you keep your oath... I'm not dead yet, how can you die...”

“Yao... wake up!!!” The power of chaos poured in wildly, and tears of blood sprinkled.

“Brother is wrong... Brother will never go to vengeance again, never be the first person in any turn, never mind... Brother will always be with you in the future, not a minute and a second apart... please wake up... wake up...”

Perhaps the force of the fifth layer of chaos finally came to fruition. The horrible wound on the back of Wind Yao began to heal at a more horrible rate. In just a few seconds, it was completely healed. The nascent skin was as white as snow, and no trace of injury could be seen anymore... And her body surface, a hidden flash of red glow... faded to almost total obscurity.

The man's crying continued... the wound healed, but her body was still so cold, like his cold heart. How much he wants the dead to be himself, not her.

A golden ray was shot from the wind and painted as a beautiful young girl. She watched him die in his arms in a panic, and the godless groaned: “Impossible... how could she die... how could she possibly die... but... was I wrong...”

Her appearance didn't make the wind even react slightly. He looked at her pale face and cried... pleading...

“Yao... please wake up... wake up! ”

“Why didn't you let me die... Why didn't I die...”

His voice, his despair made Xuan Wan's heart ache and hurt. She walked up to him and reached out to wipe away the tears of blood from his face, but she could only touch a illusion.

“Brother Feng... will you stop crying? My brother-in-law Wind is the strongest and strongest man, how can he cry...”

Her voice gradually swallowed and covered her face. She suppressed the sound of crying into gold and returned to the wind.

A gleaming golden moon lit up in the darkness, a giant golden phoenix ejected from the body of Wind Yao, circling over both of them, crying a bloody lament.

Ultimately, it reappeared into gold and flew into the wind, integrating into his body.

Gray eyes look at the dark night sky, the silent night, the soaring north wind sobbing gently. He lifted up his body and walked forward.

“Yao... let's go home... no one can hurt you anymore... no more...”

………………

Time, point to ten o'clock at night.

The atmosphere was extraordinarily strange. In a somewhat repressive atmosphere, Yang Xie suddenly turned off the TV and rubbed her chest with her hands.

“For some reason, my heart beats so fast.” She was a little nervous and looked at the big, beautiful clock.

“Me too, Young Master and Sister Yao, why haven't you come back...”

When the phone rang, Yang Xi quickly got up and grabbed the phone: “Brother Feng! ”

The phone was silent for a while, and Longwei sighed, “Is he not back yet? ”

”Yang Xiren hurried,“ Hello Uncle Long, my brother Feng, he is not... "

“When he gets back, please take good care of him, please...” After the heavy voice, the phone was hung up. Yang Xi grabbed the microphone with a grumpy grip, and her anxiety was amplified countless times.

“Joe, what's going on?” The Mooists came out with a fruit tray, put it on the table and asked with a smile.

Yang Xiaoru bit the corner of his mouth, slowly dropped the phone, and his heart beat faster and faster.

Phoenix Street at night, few cars. In some dim lights, a lonely person slowly moves in the middle of the road, each step as if it were a thousand feet long and heavy.

After the thrilling brake sound, a car that had just turned the corner paused hardly the moment it met his body, a fierce, angry yellow-haired man walked down from the car and rushed to the wind: “You're fucking dead, you've got no eyes! ”

As if he had not been seen at all, let alone heard what he had said, the wind had walked by him with no soul.

The fire that was held in his stomach by the ignoring little yellow head almost erupted. His head was hot and rushed to the wind, blocking his way. He was just about to curse and suddenly saw the wind in his arms.

“Shit, it turns out she's a dead wife...”

Pfft...

One arm ruthlessly penetrated his body from the heart part… his two current convex hands fell with a face of incredibility and fear. The chest opens a big hole in the chest.

There was no trace of blood on his arm, he did not turn back, and he was still moving forward in a desolate manner, as if he had just stepped on a tiny ant.

In the dark, the heartbeat of several women in black accelerated, not that they had never killed, but had never seen such a cruel and bloody way of killing.

“Deal with it... it's bad if someone sees it...”

“Is he... is he really okay? ”

“ …… ”

“Still don't tell the master… she's sad enough. ”

“Alas...”

………………

When the knocking sounded, Yang Xi ran to the past and opened the door violently.

The smell of blood came to her face, she just tried to unconsciously cover her nose and suddenly she was shook in the heart with her eyes completely free from anger.

“Brother Wind...” She saw him in his arms, and Wind Yao was pale to his horrible face, covering his mouth violently.

The wind walked in ungodly, and the footsteps seemed to move forward without purpose.

“Sister Yao, is she... is she hurt?” She shuddered and asked, that little bit of blood... the wrecked clothes... the blood marks on her face... the dead grey eyes... her heart sinks sharply and then sinks...

“She... fell asleep...” The wind answered in a dreamy manner, moving slowly.

Yang Xiaoru rotated in front of her for a while, she helped the housing door so that her body did not fall down instantly weak.

“Young Master...” At the first sight of him, the soft face of the water became pale, and she cried timidly and weakly... at this time he was so strange. Makes her so scared, scared to cry.

The Temui had just stepped out of the room and immediately felt the depressed aura, making her almost unable to breathe... a total stranger to him, as well as a soft reaction... she suddenly understood what, her heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

He finally stopped and stood there like a fossil. The whole living room is quiet to horrible.

The sparkling glow flashed, and an ice coffin with a slight chill appeared in front of the wind. Once it was retrieved from the polar glacier to protect the soft body of the water, now...

In the moment, he remembered Fengyao's insane eyes, and his faint voice...

“If one day I lose my life, I want to rest in it. ”

“There's always a time when people get old... If that day comes, I wish I could see my brother go first, and then I can lay in the ice coffin with my brother's body... then, even without life, we can still live forever...”

Softly put her body into the ice coffin… the moment the two bodies were separated, he heard the sound of his own dispersed soul.

“Never... won't let you leave me...”

I used to think that I was strong enough to resist any defeat and blow, even when my father-in-law died, I didn't shed a tear... but until I lost you, I knew that I was so fragile, as fragile as thin ice crushed by touch...

Why persevere in vengeance... Why persevere in the search for the secrets of the turn of the world... Why try to accept that affection... Why do you not cherish that time with you every minute and every second... Always be with you... What you have been persevering for is so insignificant compared to your smile.

Few worlds, endless. Looking forward to the evening, looking forward to the morning. The heartless, every moment of extra time, is a torment. Tell me how to steal time back to the moment when I'm with you and hold you tight with all my strength and all my heart to stop you from disappearing in front of my eyes! whisper my pain, my repentance... never part!

Her face slowly blurred in sight, her consciousness slowly peeled off, her soul as if it was slowly leaving her body... away...

The wind went dark in front of him and he fell down heavily.

“Brother Wind!” Yang Xi struggled to jump at him and tried hard to lift him up, but was shocked to find that his eyes were still open, but there was no magic inside… his body was cold and terrible.

“Soft, Yi...”

Three delicate girls held him together as if he had no angry body and placed him in the queen bed. He looked at the ceiling so frivolously that his body was as quiet as dead water, without even signs of breathing, as if he were dead.

“Help me... help me bring Yao 'er here.” Yang Xi said calmly, his eyes deep, buried with two piles of deep snow.

The ice coffin of Fengyao, lying still, was moved by the three girls to the bed, beside him.

Her beautiful body in the ice coffin, such as the Immortal Dream, is reflected in the light ice, even though the word "spectacular" is difficult to describe its splendour.

The softness of the swallowed water was no longer intolerable, and the weeping pear blossoms brought rain.

“How can this be...” said the Mui gently caressing the wind's stiff face, losing his soul.

Yang Xi turned around, tears overflowed, crying silently.

“Young master he... he will wake up soon, won't he...” The water gently pulled Yang Xieruo's clothes and asked sobbing.

Yang Xi's face was pale and his lips were bitten: “Brother Feng is the strongest man in the world, he can sustain all the frustrations and difficulties... but Sister Yao... that's his life...”

She died, and his heart died with her...

She can't imagine the future of this cozy home when she looks at the hollow eyes of the wind.

Beautiful dreams, like a flash of rupture.

Dry her tears, she stood up, took a deep breath, watched the same quiet wind and yao, and wet eyes gradually became firm. “Sisters... don't cry... we can't live without this house, we, we can, we will call back Brother Wind...”

The water glistened with soft tears, and the Mui nodded with tears. Fully integrated into this family, she has long since ceased to be the cold-blooded one. At this time, she, helpless, wants to cry. His body, mind and life were entirely in his hands, and if he fell, he might have no reason to live.

Bearing the cold, evening and gentle action gently stripped the branches of Yao Feng away from the bloodstained clothes, revealing a perfect body like a snowball. Then, she was replaced with a luxurious snowflake skirt covered in clear, icy silver sand. This gorgeous dress is usually only worn by Yao Feng.

“To let Brother Wind see his most beautiful Yao every day. She really just fell asleep... didn't leave us...”

“Who killed Yao 'er's sister.” The water was soft and still sobbing, and the voice was so weak.

Yang Xi's eyes flashed: “Whoever it is... we won't let anyone hurt Brother Feng again... nobody! ”