Legend of the Asura

“Sister Moon!” The baby was still smiling so shallow and so sweet it shouted. She doesn't know about the Moon, she doesn't even know about the Demon Nation, and she never cares about these. As long as she can get tired of being around her brother every day, her world is full, and she no longer needs to worry about anything else. And the people around her were conscious not to mention it to her, because she was born to be a teenage girl who had no connection with sin.

The heart string was again heavily dialed, the previous vigilance, agitation and cold were completely gone, her lips trembled a few times, finally making a voice: “You... do you really want to call me sister? ”

“Absolutely. ”

“Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?” The moon problem, the tone is so cautious.

Baby shook his head gently: "Sister Moon was a bit harsh before, but I felt that she must not be a bad person. ”

Invisible, the baby feels like there's a subtle affinity between herself and the Moon, which is why she hasn't left before. It's a wonderful feeling, seemingly non-existent, unspeakable.

“But I...” The Moon's eyes became complicated, and she knew that she was a complete evil man in the eyes of ordinary people. Perhaps her evil is so great that it is no longer enough to describe it.

“Silk” interrupted what the Moon was about to say. When they heard that voice, they both thought of a snake moving here at the same time.

Moon just wanted to grab the long gun at hand, the baby had stood up first, “Sister Moon, you seem seriously hurt, don't get up yet, I will protect you, the little monsters here are so weak. ”

In the talking room, an elongated red snake appeared in sight, a small monster with a level of only 10, and wandered into the cave by mistake. The baby flashed a dazzling white light and the angel sighed in her hand, pointing the gun at the red snake who suddenly saw humans and instinctively wanted to attack.

“I'm sorry, Sister Moon is hurt, can't be hurt.” The baby said with some apology, pressing the magic gun in his hand, a brilliant white cannon ejected, accurately hitting the red snake and turning its body into gray flying in the holy light.

From the moment the baby calls out "Angel Sighs," the Moon is completely stunned.

“Is this what you call fate?” She looked at the baby and muttered to herself.

Although the colour of the magic gun changed and became holy from the original black light, the unique shape made her recognize it at a glance as the head of the demonic spirit set she was using - the Demon Gun of Destruction!

By the impact and inspiration of their original magic guns appearing in front of their eyes, the eyes of the Moon quickly swept to other parts of the baby's body - the Dark Flock, the Wings of the Spirit, the Devil's Dance, the Devil's Praise... their colors had completely changed, their original dark energy had been completely replaced with the power of light, and their abilities had declined too much, even their appearance had changed considerably, becoming more suitable for the angelic girl of the baby, but under the deliberate exploration of the Devil's Moon, the familiar breath still convinced her that it was the Devil's suit that belonged to her back then.

She finally understood where the implicit affinity that had always existed came from.

Perhaps it is God's destiny. The moon looks at the baby faintly.

Fifty thousand years ago, after the Monster King was sealed, the severely wounded Monster Moon abandoned her most precious Monster suit with her teeth in order to completely hide her breath. I didn't expect that she would see it again today, and it was brought to her by such a young girl.

Instead of trying to reclaim the “Devil's Kit," which has been completely changed, she is unnamed for this incredible connection between herself and her baby. She wouldn't even allow herself to reclaim the equipment she once owned if it helped her well.

“Well, luckily it's not a very powerful monster yet.” The baby takes a sigh of relief and is happy to retract the angel's sigh.

“You call a baby, right?” Moon asked softly, knowing her name from the baby's previous account. But she didn't even realize herself that her voice was soft as a cotton flock, without the appearance of a sinful demon.

“Mmm!" the baby answered crisply and sat back next to the Moon.

“If I were a really bad person, would you still call me sister? ”

For the first time, she began to regret the evil in her hands.

The baby shook his head hard and said seriously: "No! Sister Moon will not be a bad person.” She believes in her feelings, and that feeling comes from the devil? The angel suit creates a wonderful connection between her and the Moon.

“Are you still worried that someone will hate you?” The baby's eyes caught the long black gun that had been caught by the Moon, "Sister Moon had such a cool weapon, it must be amazing. If Moon Sister can defeat the bad guys and protect the good guys, then there must be a lot of people who like Moon Sister. ”

“Can I really?” Moon squeezed the ink gun in his hand. Was the evil of the past so easy to erase?

“I'm sure it will.” The baby nodded with certainty, revealing a pure, snowy smile.

Watching the baby laugh that melts any sin, the Moon clearly feels that it has accumulated 50,000 years of resentment deep inside of itself dissipating at an incredible rate, and the whole body is slowly surrounded by that strange but intoxicating warmth.

“Are you here to save me, the devil's angel?” She looked at the baby's figure and muttered to herself.

I can no longer be a good person, then let me protect you... you are my angel, nobody can hurt you, nobody!

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Haven't breathed real world air for too long. Although it's not as pure and pleasant as the world, the faint * and familiar fragrance in the air intoxicates and warms his heart.

He's home. Where he stands is where he was brought back to the world by the yellow light.

He also wondered why he appeared here in the future, rather than in the game warehouse. The door was gently pushed open, revealing a young girl's face, except that the picturesque face was hanging at this time was pitiful and painful.

Pfft... The thin quilt softly embraced by water slipped from between arms and fell to the floor. She looked at him with her eyes open as if she were dreaming.

“Soft.” The heart of the wind seemed to be slightly stabbed, warm and painful, and he looked pitifully at the girl in love and slowly opened his arms.

Soft... that familiar and intoxicating call. She hasn't heard it in too long. He grew blurred in the soft eyes of the water until the world grew pale and unconsciously she fell obliquely.

Soft body, soft heart, she suddenly fainted in surprise.

In a flash, the wind grabbed her soft body and softly cried in her ear: “Soft... Soft, it's me, I'm back, your young master is back... Soft, the young master is hungry, I want to eat your pastries, wake up quickly... If you don't wake up again, the young master will beat your little ass..."

Warm, warm wants to stay asleep. For such a long time, this delicate young girl has been suffering too much, shouldering too much pain and stress on her shoulders and heart, seeing him standing in front of herself, spoiling herself like before, even softer than before, she has accumulated so much pain and stress as if it disappeared completely for a moment, in this familiar embrace, she seems to keep going... If this is just a dream, then never wake up...

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him in tears, then held him tight, “Wow," she cried.

This weak girl, who was scared to do anything, cried so loud for the first time, crying so hard for the first time, as if she wanted to clean up all the sadness, all the grievances, all the thoughts, all the worries, all the stress that had accumulated over so long.

The wind kept her quiet, holding her still and letting her out. He knew he owed her too much, so he'd work hard to make it up to him.

Soon after the soft cry of the water, two anxious steps approached, the wind raised its head with a smile and looked at them. For them, he's heartbroken, sorry.

Is this a dream... against those eyes as if they had magic, that soul wrapped around the dream face, Yang Xi-ruo's heart missed the chain burst, almost happy to pass out, regardless, she pounded over, holding him with the greatest strength of her life...

For so long, she thought she had become strong enough, but her eyes were still raining, crying unscrupulous and unreserved. In front of him, she was always the most delicate, and whatever she did, she wanted to rely on him.

She gave her life, he gave her home, he gave her happiness, he gave her the whole world, how could she not be without him? In the six months he was unconscious, her heart broke almost simultaneously with the world, but she couldn't allow herself to fall down because she had to support the family until he came back.

“If... I'm sorry, I'm bitter.” He caressed her back and said softly. Yeah, well, she's been really hard this time.

“Brother Feng... Just come back... Just come back...”

Yang Xi cried silently and the tears wet her face until she cried. Throughout her life, she held him tightly in her hand, afraid that he would suddenly disappear from his world.

She finally waited until the day he returned home safely.

The Mui turned around and disappeared into his sight. Looking at her back, the wind shook her head with a smile.