Legend of the Asura

It wasn't just her, Fengyao, but Sally, who moved in together, stared at her and couldn't believe the truth.

Looking at her delicate face, the wind gently closed its eyes and searched for memories in its head. Why do you always feel like you've seen her somewhere?

“Brother. How could this be... What should we do?” Fengyao still looks surprised and does not come out of shock. If the slaughterhouse was a small man with a gloomy face and a resentful body, they would not hesitate to kill him because he was terrible. But she is a teenage girl only thirteen or four years old, and she is so cute, perfect, even pathetic... do you really want to destroy such a petite life?

“Brother, do you see me? ”

“Brother, do you think the world is beautiful? ”

“Why am I seeing a world full of filth and filth! ”

“No, brother, you're wrong! Dirty needs to be cleaned! It needs to be cleaned with red blood! ”

The girl's voice echoed in the depths of her memory, and the wind finally remembered where she had seen her and even remembered every word she had said. He finally understood what the dangerous smell was that made his body freeze, and finally understood every word she said.

Turns out I was so close to her.

The wind summoned Shura's magic sword, pointing to her body, Feng Yao's heart shocked, subconsciously grabbed his sword hand, the two silenced for a moment, Feng Yao released his hand and said softly: “Is this necessary? ”

The wind smiled bitterly: “Apart from trampling Dongxun in the world, I have never killed a woman, let alone a little girl like that, but she… is horrible, if we do not take the opportunity to eliminate her, wait for her to wake up and regain her strength, we will never have a chance to win again. ”

Gaia's light of hope, combined with the silence of the dead soul, severely traumatized her suddenly, but also a sudden understanding of the "sword of the Fugitive Fairy” appropriately attacked her in a cohesive force, such an opportunity, will not have a second effect on the slaughterhouse.

Feng Yao turned around, closed his eyes and sighed, Sally Eye struggled for a while before finally sighing back.

The wind lifted Shura's magic sword and waved it to her neck...

“Mom...”

A pitiful young girl murmured from her mouth, and in a coma she began to curl herself up, like a kitten, seemingly cold, seemingly scared.

Windy hands stood in the air and no effort could be left behind.

She no longer needs any disguise in her sleep, her posture at this time, how one can believe she is that brutal and cruel slaughter.

She hates dreaming, because every time she dreams, she dreams of her mother, of that painful past.

Feng Yao turned around and grabbed his hand and said urgently: “Brother, don't kill her, she is really just a very young child... don't. ”

“Mom...”

“Mom... why are you doing this to me...”

“... why are you doing this to me...”

The voices of helpless teenagers echoed again and again in their ears. Unknowingly, the mist of water had spread in Wind Yao's eyes and his heart had become stinging. That bleak, helpless voice seemed to describe a scene of cruelty and sin.

She has pure resentment... why did she have such strong resentment at such a young age... what happened to her? Inevitably, at the same time, they thought of a teenage girl struggling to die in purgatory torture, a heartbreaking convulsion.

The wind retracted Shura's magic sword and stretched out his right hand over her face, gently saying: "Let me see what caused you such a strong resentment. ”

The power of a fully awakened soul poured into her consciousness that she had no resistance whatsoever... memories, as the connection between the souls poured into the cold brain.

Her name is Purple.

She's cute, kind, young, she's as carefree as most kids her age, not knowing what the real evil is. Her parents were businessmen and although she was often not at home, she still loved her parents and had many dolls with her, she was not lonely at all and was always so happy.

When she was nine years old, her parents went bankrupt and they couldn't borrow the money, so her mother took her to an evil place and sold her there. Because for them at the time, the lovely daughter was the most valuable thing.

And the place where she was sold was...

So, since that day, her whole world has been completely overthrown. Mom became the devil, everyone became the devil.

Windy hands began to tremble, he felt the despair of Purple's moment, in order to protect herself, she picked up a piece of wire, scratched her face madly, even blinded her own eyes, lost value, she was broken three limbs alive, and then thrown under the cover of the night into the black forest where the ordinary man dared not approach... the pain of the cone and the incomparable hatred bred at the bottom of the wind, his eyes split, a violent rage floated from the surface of his body.

Murder, he wanted to kill, he wanted to kill them in the most brutal way, he wanted to rip out their hearts.

She had not died for a month in that dying black forest surrounded by beasts, what kind of power was behind her... because she wanted to ask why her mother was so against her until eventually all her obsession turned into resentment. When the world of purity is filled with resentment, it is truly a simple resentment, without any impurity.

How could she not hate an experience like this?

With his hands removed from Purple's face, his heart could no longer remain calm. And Feng Yao had long since cried silently, she was connected with the wind, the wind saw, she saw it all.

She held Purple Snow White's body firmly in her chest and begged, “Brother, can we let her go? She's pathetic... she's just a very small child. She resents the world because fate is so cruel to her, we, we..."

“But when she wakes up, she'll be the one who hates the world. Countless catastrophes may have befallen her.” The wind sighed and struggled hard inside.

The first thing that happened, the cruel fate, if he were to gain strength, was to kill the world and let the world taste all the pain to unleash the resentment in its heart. But she didn't... she resented the world all the time, resented all of it. She named herself the slaughterhouse, but the hands of the slaughterhouse never really fell...

Because, despite her resentment, she's finally not a bad person. Over the years, she has killed countless evil people and a few people of God's faith, but has saved more creatures with her own strength... wounded rabbits and kittens, winged birds, wild beasts trapped in the forest... In front of these innocent creatures, she has never slaughtered humans, but has helped them with her own strength and watched them leave happily.

Do you really want to destroy her?

Purple in Wind Yao's arms seemed to feel the long-overdue warmth, constantly squeezing her body into her arms for more warmth and comfort. Fengyao held her tight and her eyes wet with tears again. Purple in a coma made a shallow dream, the helpless expression on her face disappeared, comfortably lay in the arms of Wind Yao, and her condensed body relaxed. After all these years, she has finally found a warm sense of security that cannot be empowered by any powerful force.

The wind looked up at the vast space and it took a long time to sigh: “Yao, give her to me. ”

“But...” Feng Yao bit her lip gently, but seeing the obsession in her brother's eyes, she did not refuse any more, but shook her hands and put Purple in the arms of the wind.

The wind looked quietly at her childish face, which had become peaceful, and said softly: "You are a poor man, but your presence represents a disaster after all, so... I'm sorry. ”

The wind closed its eyes and raised its hands.

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A week later.

The wind lay with its legs on its own couch with a floral green magazine in its hand and a smelly look. He stands on both sides with two completely different temperaments. A full-body ice coat, blue hair, muscles like ice and cold face with no expression fluctuations. The other, dressed in a fiery red dress, looked like a fire burning on her body in the distance, and her hair was also weird red, under the fiery clothes, covered by a fiery body, slim waist, but the breasts and hips were even bigger than Shaw's eyes, and her beautiful face had a very soft smile, making people look like spring wind.

The gaze of the wind secretly looked at her chest from the gap drawn in the middle line of the magazine with the power of chaos. She secretly swallowed the saliva over and over again, reluctant to turn her eyes for perspective.

“I want water!” He said obsessively.

“Yes, master.” The firecoat woman smiled and greeted her with a hand, and a cup filled with water appeared in her hand and gently passed to the wind. And Green Dragon didn't even move his eyelids, like a still ice sculpture.

The wind picked it up, grunted it, stared at the nearest breast for a while, then threw the cup, and pretended to look like a magazine.

The lady sent the cup back and stood next to him smiling, peeking at him from time to time.

Though in a different world, she's really happy with her life. A week ago, under the “five colored lights” of the five most powerful divine powers of the Sacred Kirin of the Underworld, combined with the powers of the stars with the most powerful dark divine powers, she finally depended on the body of chaos at large, so that her body and soul could be reborn in flames.