Legend of the Asura

Turning back to the world, the mysterious palace of unknown space, the glassy fairy who had been closing her eyes suddenly trembled slightly all over her body, and her breathing became slightly disturbed.

Although it was only a very small reaction, it was discovered by the white woman around her, and she asked strangely, "Master, is something wrong? ”

The master she knew was a goddess who truly overrode the world, usually quiet, and this was the first time she had ever seen her react.

Glass Fairy shook his head, "It's okay. ”

The Gate of Heaven is a passage built by the power of her roots that connects the heavens to other spaces, and therefore everything in the passage she sees is clear. Every part of the scene, every tiny sound, is clearly reflected in her heart, clearer than staring with her eyes and listening with her ears. And unless the gates of heaven close, she can't even look or listen.

And those two people...

Their moves became wilder and wilder, their postures changed from one to the next, and the images became less and less eye-catching, coupled with men's heavier wheezes and women's more and more wandering screaming moans, the sound of heavy physical collisions... Glass Fairy's breathing became more and more impatient, and the mirror lake-like mood was stirred up again and again.

“Master... are you sure you're all right?” The woman in white opened her eyes and asked, as she found an invisible pink on her master's snowy skin, and her body had been shaking slightly.

“I'm fine.” Her voice replied bluntly.

“Master, are you worried about the man who stole the soul of the Demon King?” The woman in white said.

Slightly distracted, Glass Fairy was silent for a long time, then sighed: “He is the only person in the world I have no control over and my biggest mistake. ”

The woman in white hurried to comfort herself: "Master, don't blame yourself. Though you are the most powerful man in the world, all things in heaven and earth are interchangeable, and the more powerful will be able to restrain themselves. The master really doesn't have to blame himself for his little negligence. Besides, the owner couldn't find the man, but he wouldn't dare show up. Otherwise, the master can detect and destroy it in a flash. ”

Glass Fairy shook his head gently: “I can severely injure him, but I will never kill him... The last time he stole the Soul of the Demon King, he was severely injured by me to flee, this time should be restored in a mysterious place, the day he appeared, it will certainly be a boom in all corners of the world... This matter can only be left to him, if he has the ability to defeat him, it is when he knows all this causal turns. ”

The woman in white nodded softly, but still curious to observe that she still had no strange reaction to disappear.

“You go out first.” Glass said calmly.

“Yes." The lady in white responded nicely, turning and floating. Although she was curious, she would never disobey her master's orders.

Half an hour later, Glass Fairy trembled violently all over her body, because a scene that was even more unsightly appeared in her heart - the most beautiful fairy ever recognized in heaven knelt in a shameful position between a man's crouches and did something shameful. She has not experienced this “desire”, she has not seen this “desire”, she does not even know this “desire”, the double impact of vision and hearing is too great for her.

At this moment, this goddess of the generation actually has an impulse to curse people like never before.

Continuous images and sounds she can't get rid of and can't get rid of. She wanted to be excluded, but she was inexplicably attracted to see more, more clearly.

Is this the Obstacle recorded in the Scriptures... she bites her jade lips and thinks.

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A single yellow space within the gates of the heavens.

Weeping her thighs lying there with a wailing moon waiting for her in her clothes, she couldn't even describe it in words.

The weeping moon gently rubbed his hair with her jade hands. Although her body still had too much pain of tearing after madness, her face had no previous fright, but was filled with happiness and contentment.

This way, he won't leave himself, and he can follow him naturally.

“Are we… a little too soon?” The wind opened its eyes halfway open, "he said.

What a quick word, until now, he had some doubts that it wasn't a ridiculous dream before.

People talk and drink tea before a one-night stand, but they only know his name... Oh, Moon didn't even know his name, so they had a close physical interaction. And long periods of communication ablate their sense of alienation, at a time when they are so intimately natural.

“How could that be?” The weeping moon smiled softly and couldn't help but drop his head and kiss him gently in the face: “I would have only belonged to you. ”

The wind did not speak, and my heart sighed: you took it for granted, and I was blind as if I had a dream. You're a fairy, I'm a mortal. Is it true that the psychological world of a fairy is beyond our understanding?

“You haven't told me your name yet.” The weeping moon asked softly, with a redness on her face.

“My name is… The Wind. ”

“The Wind...” Cry Moon repeated gently twice, showcasing his eyebrows and glances: “It's strange, and it's a very pleasant name.” Softly, she lowered her head and said nervously and eagerly: “Can I call you husband in the future? ”

Husband? The wind suddenly cringed. “It doesn't seem to be the right name. The little fairy can call me later...” He thought about it. Soon his eyes lit up and his mouth revealed a slight smile: “Call my good brother. ”

The husband's title made the wind suddenly wonder how long she was asleep, when the wife used it for her husband.

“Well, I'll call you my brother later. ”

Brother, what a beautiful and enjoyable title, especially when you call | bed, can definitely improve some effect dramatically. And the fairy screams | the sound of the bed… the wind that I just experienced is a little dry and warm, it's a wonderful voice that makes his bones melt, and it's a * strong combustion aid.

The name made the wind think of the three little girls, Nangong Xiangxue, Nangong Xiangling and Nangong Xiangling. It had been a long time since they had heard their sweet name “good brother”, wondering if they had forgotten themselves. And with Nangong Tsunami Moon, the wastes of the northern meditation shouldn't dare to do anything to them, they shouldn't have married anyone either. It's just... I don't know if the three girls, who are three points whiter than blank paper, will be abducted again by the same bad guys as themselves as if they were the simplest.

Nangong... North Plough...

The yellow space is always so quiet. And the wind doesn't know, and every corner of the world is boiling wildly because of a world system tone.

Today is June 29, 2210, and the day after tomorrow is the entire year of the Rebirth. This afternoon, a sound of a complete return to the world was thrown from the sky, causing a sensation that almost completely destabilized the entire world.

“… the world announces that players from all over the world are reminded that the year of the opening of the world is approaching and that the day after tomorrow the first World Martial Arts Congress will be held on the mysterious island of the North Ocean, open to participation by each theatre, with a maximum of two players per theatre. The game begins at 9: 00 a.m. the day after tomorrow and lasts for one day. The battlefield, where no player is present after the game begins, is considered a waiver... On the day of the match, all the world's visual media will broadcast the entire game live...”

Before the tone was halfway up, the world had blown up the pot. The World Martial Arts Congress, what an exciting word it is, is a truly powerful gathering, and now that the Round has become the second world of humanity, it is a stage in which the world can be truly renowned overnight. Its convening has long been anticipated and anticipated by countless players.

But what puzzles the players is that the game is held the day after tomorrow, and the time is so hurried, doesn't it leave time to prepare and decide on the place to enter? There are only two people in each country, and that number is bound to break the heads of countless powerful players in the Warsaw war zone, who don't want to show off on such a stage and who don't want to be famous in front of the world.

But even if only two people are allowed in each country, there will surely be hundreds of people there, and each match of the strong will probably last a long time, and how is it possible for so many players to finish the match in one day? Even the martial arts congress inside Huaxia lasted 10 days.

How do you sign up to compete without these? What qualifications are available to be selected for these only two seats?

Soon, that euphoric tone gave them the answer.

“… each country's place of entry shall be designated by the choice of the Head of State or shall be decided by competition with the permission of the Head of State…”

The discourse suddenly became chaotic, as the short phrase quenched the hopes of countless players and sparked widespread complaints and protests. Designated by the Head of State? What the hell is this? Never heard of any competition using this selection method. Where is fairness in this way? For the honor of the country, the heads of state will naturally want to choose the strongest players, but how many more will they know? Not to mention understanding their strengths. It is not clear that they are allowed to choose the person they know around them - the disguised “inner".

Then the next tone blows the whole world apart.