Legend of the Asura

This is a room with all kinds of complex books and all kinds of cute dolls, big or small, combined to give a very strange feeling. The door was closed and there were two shadows, one old and one small, standing in the room. The old man must have a long back, nearly flower armor, and the younger one looks only about three or four years old.

“Uncle Huang, look, I'm still fine, nothing at all.” He raised his head and looked at him with a great smile.

Dr. Huang Sheng did not speak. He slowly and resolutely reached out his dry right hand, grabbed his left hand, which was gripped by a wooden roller, and then grabbed it in front of his chest and forced it open.

The delicate pale palm and fingertips were filled with scars of varying sizes, such as cellular scars, which were striking.

Dr. Huang Sheng's eyes were wet, his dry old hand trembled violently and his heart achered like a needle.

“Kao, what's wrong with you?” Keeping his little hand tight, he almost felt the pain in his cone.

He shook his head carelessly and still had a smile on his face: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt at all. Uncle Huang said that if you fall asleep, you may never wake up again, so...” His eyes curled: “I won't let myself fall asleep. ”

So... when the weak, tired shock of his body almost caused him to fall, he stuck a needle in his finger, his palm again and again... Ten fingers connected, only such pain could make him truly awake and forget to be tired.

Dr. Huang Jingsheng squatted down and shook his hands against his shoulder: “Tell Uncle Huang how long have you been awake? ”

There was a moment of panic and dodging in the gaze of a wooden roller.

“Three months, isn't it?” He shook his voice and asked.

“Well," she nodded softly, but she shook her head quickly: “It's okay, Uncle Huang, you see, I'm doing great, really good. There are dragon wind group amazing drinks in, not sleepy at all. ”

Dr. Huang Sheng shook his head with a grin: "People can always stay energetic, but never sleep!!! ”

Three months, this can no longer be called a miracle, but... a miracle!

His near-extinguished life had decided that he should have died three months earlier, but... because of one of his words, he persisted in this cruel way.

How can he not see that at this time, the end of the wooden roller is fragile and terrible, fragile as a blister that blows and breaks, it is already a great miracle to be alive.

What will, how obsessed he was, persisted in such a cruel way to this day.

When he turned around, Dr. Huang choked.

“Uncle Wong is useless!” He bowed his head in guilt, and his footsteps were so heavy. His healing is nothing but the one who loves him the most. In the name of the “medical sacrament” he was proud of, he had no face to carry it again.

“Uncle Huang.” Stopped him in the woods: “Don't tell anyone. Oh, if I see Mom sad, I'll let myself sleep. ”

Again this brutal threat, Dr. Huang nodded and took heavy steps away.

The moment the door was closed, the old man's tears gushed.

Another needle stuck in his finger, his heavy eyelids opened sharply, his face flashed with pain, but was soon replaced by a smile.

“He's... back, I'm sure you'll take Mom away soon... soon. ”

“How can I fall asleep without seeing my mother happy...”

He smiled softly, his eyes blindfolded by tears. Every day, he has to make up too many reasons with his wisdom to deceive his mother and hide everything from everyone… everything to wait for someone. That wonderful hunch tells him he'll be with him soon...

The wind disappeared from the real world, completely gone.

He searched every corner he could find, and even half of Jinghua City's entire street surveillance footage was scrupulously and finely filtered, but no trace of him was found. He evaporated completely from the world like air.

“Where the hell did he go? Did he really... even enter the circle?” Xiao Tian swayed a bit of a dim brain and was worried that he couldn't figure it out.

Chen Binger was silent.

There are so many incredible things about the world that they knew long ago. But there is always a limit to this “incredible”.

“There's no way to get to Dongyu.” Chen Bing-er suddenly asked, referring to the turn of the world.

Xiao Tian's helpless stall: “Only a terrorist attack by the boss that can kill super gods in seconds is likely to break national boundaries, we... forget it. ”

“I'll go first, report to my sister, and see if I can find the boss in any other way.” Xiao Tian gets up and leaves Windhouse Villa.

“Woo ~ ~”

Xiao Tian had just left, and the water softened for half a day and the tears dripped out. The Tranmui softly comforted him: "Don't be sad, he is so powerful, no one can hurt him, he will definitely come back soon. ”

“But... but nobody cooks for the young master, I'm afraid he'll be hungry... Ooh ~”

“ …… ”

Under the constant chill of 10,000 years of brown ice, the room is fragrant and refreshing all year round. In a crystal clear ice coffin, Feng Yao attacked the Snow White House and the corner of his mouth smiled quietly. After laying still in the ice for six months, her skin seemed more white and flawless and stunningly intoxicating... heartbreaking.

“Sister Yao, what should I do?” Yang Xiaoru squatted beside the ice coffin, muttering helplessly.

………………

A day later.

All East Timorese will not forget this day because of it. Hatred, fear, chestnuts, shame... all kinds of nightmares started out of nowhere.

One night in confusion, Shura hit a transparent barrier again. Without hesitation, his whole body exploded with red light, and the Devil's Sword in his hand ruthlessly destroyed a huge gap in the border of the Battle Zone of Dongyu.

As Shura's flight entered, Shura's system of coming back to the battle zone of Dongxiao prompted the sound of the world, causing a lot of confusion in the entire Dongxiao continent at a time, and countless people looking for Shura's whereabouts quickly shifted their gaze to the battle zone of Dongxiao.

After crossing the national boundaries of the Battle Zone, it was still an infinite ocean. Shuro's mouth revealed a strange shady smile. He retracted Xiaobai, his body flashed with white light and disappeared into place.

He appears again, arguably the most densely populated area for Dongyu players.

This was the square centre of the Emperor City, the Imperial City of Dongxian, where he trampled on the dignity of all Dongxian players.

At the moment he appeared, the Imperial City alarm made a scene. As the “first felon” of Emperor City, as long as he steps on Emperor City, he is the object of full capture.

The heart of Emperor City Square is very lively. Huron's dark blindfolded costume caught the attention of nearby players, but they still had time to scream in the future, a dark curved sword that smelled like half a moon, even hidden in blood, had swept across their bodies.

In an instant, several players within three meters of Shuro's body were cut off by a full stop.

It's not the age of a wolf cigarette, hero. When this brutal scene appeared in sight, people accustomed to the instinctive panic and confusion of a comfortable and harmonious society, and for a moment, the squares where heads were stored were chaotic and filled with men's voiceless shouts and women's shouts of fear. What they can accept, after all, is a battle judged by numbers and attributes.

Dongyu is a ferocious people, and no one in the world denies it. But this cruelty manifests itself only at the moment when they rule, and when others are fully enough to rule their destiny, they behave even more humble and cowardly than ordinary people. So, in just one second, their hearts and gallbladder almost cracked.

The sight of a bunch of Kura Wang fleeing made Shu Luo instinctive resentment, killing machines everywhere.

Shura killed to get into the path, but he wouldn't have pulled his sword and splattered blood if it hadn't been for someone blocking him or proactively messing with him. But... he doesn't understand why he wants to kill so much, to destroy all the people here, all the creatures, all the carnage left behind.

He flew away and, momentarily, had caught up with that desperately fleeing crowd. The black sword in his hand carried a circle of bloody ripples, with a sharp, broken voice, sweeping rapidly around his body, lane shadows, passing around a group of players, the sharp instrument scratched the sound of the flesh constantly in his ears, without using any skill, all with the speed to the extreme and the ruthless wave of the Magic Sword. Took a life.

Shura's pressure overshadowed the horror, the bloody smell grew, and countless runaway players desperately wanted to get off the line, but failed in despair, while more players had forgotten their world in fear.

Ruthless killing requires no reason, no hesitation, no mercy, nothing. Blood in the sun makes it look extraordinarily demonic.

And in this massacre, Shura's goal —— everyone in sight… all! Players are good, NPCs are good, whatever. Those silver guards who seriously appeared next to Shura and who could see the world in front of them all died under Shura's magic sword.

Every time Shu Luo waves his sword, he brings up a number of terrible screams to the extreme. The horror of the screaming makes people follow the sharp chestnut, running a few attempts to fall.

So, just one person appeared, and countless Dongxiang players escaped like flies. This is an instinctive fear caused by the stimulus of blood.

From time to time, a few shouts of "Up Together, Kill Shura” appear in the chaotic crowd, but will soon be inundated by infinite waves of voices.

Perhaps finally realizing the seriousness of the problem, a Golden Guard captain himself, at the moment when he had just stood next to Shuro, drew a blood light from above his gaze to below… the moment before his death, he clearly saw the blood line in front of his chest that divided his body evenly.

Being killed by a second… this was his last thought before he died.