Legend of the Asura

(I actually saw someone in the book rating area today who said that when Feng Yao wakes up, he won't see another man. Shit, you can come up with all these scenarios. It's like making a high-quality, high-quality, high-caliber person like me swear!

Floating golden stars like fireflies scattered quickly, such as illusions broken, taking away the scent belonging to Wan Xuan.

A murmur, the wind knelt on his knees, his eyes hollow in front of him, his hands still holding her, unwilling to believe that she really just left him.

An ancient heavy sword descended from the sky, and the sound of a "bang” plunged into the ground in front of the wind. At this time, Xuan has lost that layer of gold that emitted the King's momentum, but turned into a rustic copper color, and the lines between the handle of the sword and the body of the sword have become blurred, just as when the wind first saw Xuan Xuan. It was, however, because it was completely sealed by seven seals, and now because it loses all its power.

Tian Xuan, who was drained of his power? Sealed Sword: God's power is completely emptied of Tianxuan? The sealed sword cannot be repaired in any way. Effect: Attack +1.

Once one of the top ten artifacts of the East, with the title of "Most Powerful”, the sword has been completely transformed into a scrap iron.

The wind shook its hands out and gently pulled it out of the ground, getting cold and heavy, but there was no such thing as a king who wanted to bow to his sword. His five fingers slowly crossed the sword, slightly as if touching a sleeping baby.

Another drop of tears fell on the sword that had lost its light.

Wan Er left... I will never feel her presence again, I will never see her immortal shadow again, I will never hear her that seems to ever tire of calling "Brother Feng”.

He who did not know what the tears were, did not know when to begin to perceive his fragility. When Yao Er left, he was desperate for grief, and his fragile heart could not face the pain of the sting, so he fled, closed his consciousness, and made countless people cry for him to break his bowels. Nowadays, Xuan Wan left, and he wept again - he was actually always so fragile, so strong, just because nobody pulled the string in his heart.

“I should have thought about it... I should have thought about it. Wan would have done everything for me. If it had been so simple, she would have told me the moment Yao Er left, how could she have waited until today...”

As if the soul knew, he whispered in silence, deep pain and self-reproach hanging over his nerves.

Wan Er just went to make him go back to him.

At hand, is the circular law array of the entity condensed by the power of Xuan, surrounded by a thick layer of gold, so that the wind can not see all of it, can only see the law array appearing in a four-footed form, surrounded by the Golden Mang obviously more intense center,

The true path of loss is more than a dozen metres long, whereas it is only half a metre long, because after all it is only condensed by half of the enclosed capacity, but nevertheless it still possesses the ability to provoke the "Renaissance Array" of women's stones and can only barely provoke the "Renaissance Array” and inflict cruel punishment far greater than that of the Normal Array of Disappearances.

Windy eyes are still somewhat hollow, he carefully picks up the golden rays, a familiar breath enters the heart from the palm of his hand, his face is more painful - this is the only hope for Yao's resurrection in exchange for Wan's presence with all the strength of Xuan.

But that was supposed to be ecstatic, and now it's completely spoiled.

“Wan Er... how can you make me repay you...”

The sound of sadness went away with the wind and brought a chill.

“The Battle of Lost” was conveyed by him into the Refinery Pot, a substantive law matrix formed by the power of Xuan, which will never dissipate unless used.

Space became depressed, and the flow of air seemed to become dull and softened, and the wind gradually stopped whistling. As the golden moon dissipated completely, the raging white wolves retracted their gaze and continued their boring wanderings. The only thing that stays the same is the man who kneels down and his soul seems to know everything.

Wan 'er's departure was like putting a sword in his heart, making him feel painful and sober. Memories switched in confusion in his sobriety.

Because of herself, Wan went to wake herself up, with attachment and contentment, and infinite regret and perseverance.

It was she who buried Wan... The wind closed her eyes painfully, she followed herself, accompanied herself, and gave so silently until she completely developed a habit of giving herself to her- until she gave all of herself and erased her existence.

Six months ago, Yao left him and his world completely collapsed, so he fled, sealed his consciousness in pain, fell into the way of Shura, and left his soul to die in silence to wipe out grief - yeah, he was free, not to feel pain anymore, but to enjoy the pleasure of killing that belonged only to Shura, but to selfishly dump countless sorrows on those who cared about him.

During the six months he was in a coma, the outside information was still spontaneously transmitted through the voice into his brain, engraved like a sculpture, at a time when he could clearly recall what he had heard during that time.

The water is soft, man as his name suggests, has always been a girl as soft and weak as water, she is always so fond of crying, when happy, she will lie in his arms crying, when sad, she will also lie in his arms crying awesome. But in those six months, she rarely cried. Not knowing how many times, he heard her desperately pressing tears. He said to him: “Soft must listen to Sister Yu, she will not cry, because soft still cook for the young master, bathe the young master, change clothes, trim his hair, and wait for the young master to wake up quickly..."

Every day, she spends the longest time with him. Often, she holds scissors, one by one, and fixes his long, completely white hair. “Young master, I prefer you to keep your long hair. Will you keep your long hair before the young master wakes up...”

Tranmui, in front of others, is still so arrogant and cold, even indifferent, even during those six months she remained calm and without much emotional fluctuations. But only the wind knew that while the other girls were away, she always leaned her head against his almost cold chest, rubbing his face, whispering softly: "Will you wake up? I have cooked many dishes now, washed clothes, cleaned rooms... and served my man well. You wake up and I'll be your best, sweetest, and not jealous little lover, okay? ”

She has forgotten that she was once a wooden lady, firmly tied to her heart and body - even though he selfishly threw grief at them for Yao 'er.

Yang Xiaoruo, this girl, who was otherwise weak and depended on him for whatever she did, completely changed, lost her reliance, even her pillars, she did not fall down, and completely put aside her fragile side, temporarily assumed the role of the master of the family, with her delicate shoulders to bear the already rocking home. If it weren't for her, Soft and Irish would probably have collapsed. Her heartbreaking whispers echoed in her ears countless times, and only in front of him would she be so fragile and unscrupulous.

Baby, she has to learn, she has to stay with her mother, but every day, she takes a long ride to see him, because there's nothing more important to her in this world than him. At first, she cried all the time, and then she stopped crying, instead of holding his hand every day, seriously told him about her own good fortune and her own progress, and conveyed her heart to him with her still childish little hand.

Don't cry because Mom said your brother would come back.

Chen Binger, for half a year, he felt her presence clearly every day. When she was around him, she never spoke, only with her cold body to convey her love and desire. Your body is cold, but your eyes are warm enough to melt any hard ice. In six months, in order to keep him and several girls safe, apart from entering the world of the Round, she had rarely left him and had not returned several times to her original home, because she had sworn that she would no longer be able to bear the same blow as long as she was there and never let him suffer even a trace of harm.

Xiao Eye Shadow, for six months, she only saw him once. On that occasion, she strangled his ear with her sharp fingernails and said harshly: “Sister, you are tired every day for you, but you sleep here every day. When you wake up, I will not let you go. ”

In front of him, she is still the Xiao family witch that everyone fears, but with the introduction of her voice, what is the warm droplet that keeps dropping on his face...

And that vow to follow him forever. Yao 'er's death will inevitably put him through the pain of a conical heart, while also bearing countless pressures. Supporting Wind City, supporting the foreign affairs of the Tornado Group - even under tremendous pressure to prepare for the World Martial Arts Congress, which is about the future of Huaxia, each of which is enough to easily crush an ordinary man, but he simply carried it down silently, never complained to anyone, never thought about sharing his burden with others, because he dared not and could not neglect at all.

For six months, each of them has kept his or her suffering in his or her heart, facing each day with the most comfort. For so long, none of them has fallen… because they have fallen, no one will take care of him, protect him, no one will bathe, feed him… and that uninterrupted call.

In an instant, he wept again.

They were all so strong, only themselves, chose to escape, chose to fall, and woke up after Wan 'er gave his life.

Who do you think you're dealing with?

My heart ached more and more until the numbness of pain. He looked at the ground and suddenly smiled sadly like crazy...

Once strong, it was just a fragile coat, peeled off and revealed weakness and selfishness. He woke up laughing at himself in pain. He finally figured out why people always like to make a cold smile after being so excited. Because it's about destiny, ridicule and enlightenment.

After laughing, he knelt there quietly like a stone sculpture. All he could do was dance lightly with white hair and exude a faint sorrow.

Grief, which allows a person to mature quickly, and more maturity, requires greater grief.

After some time, he finally lowered his head and slowly stood up, dropping a drop of water on the ground as he rose.

“This is the last tear of my life… ”

He looked up at the sky without a trace of water on his face and without a trace of sadness. After the leak, he found his way back.

He looked at it silently and suddenly a warm smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. He said softly: "Wan 'er, wait for me… no matter how difficult it is, I will bring you back. I told you, nobody can take you away from me - nobody! ”

Closed his eyes and enjoyed the wind for a while, he took a calm look around and left the world of "The Round".

The way to leave remains an orderly downline. All along, he had no time to think that his body had actually entered the world.

(Serious Reminder!! Next chapter, next chapter, be sure to keep your eyes open and don't let one word go. Because in just two chapters, it fills countless big pits —— note, it's big pits! If, after reading it, you find it strange in the fog of the cloud, go and revisit the full text immediately, starting with chapter one.

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