Legend of the Asura

(He's a god, he slept so well yesterday, he didn't get up until three o'clock in the afternoon... The chapter in the morning should be merged into this chapter.)

"Brother, you want me to join the Love Wind Pavilion?" Aoyue Yiren's slender eyebrows slanted slightly.

The Hand of God nodded. How could he not see that Lianfengyaomeng seemed to be deliberately making them take this step, but he still did so in order to find out the details of Shura and this mysterious first gang.

"I understand." Aoyue Yiren nodded, without the slightest objection, because she was not ordinary interested in this Lianfengyaomeng who seemed to be too much stronger than her in every aspect.

...

"Little brother, do you think we should join the Love Wind Pavilion? To be honest, I really admire that Love Wind Yaomeng!" The extremely beautiful girl's extremely beautiful voice was accompanied by heart-shattering melodious laughter.

"casual."

"Little brother, if we join, maybe we can help you find out some information about Shura."

"casual!"

"Elder Sister and Second Sister, look, the face of Shura's younger brother has changed, hehe~"

"……snort!"

...

The white light arrow shot into the Taomu demon's body soundlessly, causing more than 400 damage.

Mei Yu stomped her feet fiercely, and almost couldn't help throwing away the crystal staff in her hand.

"Hentian, tell me why my damage is so low, even less than one-tenth of others'." Thinking of Lian Fengyaomeng killing the first shield guard with one arrow, Mei Yu felt very hurt. hit.

"You are you, she is her." With a blank expression on his face, Hentian cleared the group of monsters in front of him with his sword.

"Same occupation, same skills, and her level is not as high as mine, why am I so far behind her, I am full of gold equipment!"

"I'm not interested in your business... Now, it's time to kill people." Hentian's voice turned cold instantly, and he walked towards a group of leveling players with Doomsday Yellow Spring in his hand.

Mei Yu's pupils shrank, she bit her lip tightly and followed.

If you can't stop the devil's footsteps, then try to be an angel beside the devil... One day you can heal the scars on your body and make you hopeful for the world again.

...

When Feng Xiao was woken up by being scratched by Feng Yao, it was already close to noon, and after biting Feng Yao's lips a few times, he rushed out to wash up and enjoy the lunch he had already made.

Yang Xiruo's body's vitality has recovered seventy-eight out of ten, and her hands can move freely. However, Feng Xiao still insisted on feeding her all three meals because of her inconvenient eyesight. He liked to see her out-of-focus eyes full of satisfaction and happiness at that time, and his guilt would fade a little. Some.

"Xiao Tian, ​​I'll give you 1 minute. If I don't see your Wuchen sword within 1 minute, I will use it as a table leg." The first thing Feng Xiao did when he went online was to slowly throw a big sword at Xiao Tian. bomb.

As soon as Feng Xiao finished speaking, the communicator was hung up by Xiao Tian who had no time to answer. After 30 seconds, Feng Xiao's ear rang eight times at the same time asking to enter.

"allow……"

Feng Xiao easily dodged Xiao Tian's "vicious dog" and fell to the ground in embarrassment, but he kept saying, "Boss, my divine weapon! Divine weapon!"

Feng Xiao looked at him with contempt, took out the Wuchen Sword and traded it to Xiao Tian.

"Uh... Boss, you are not fooling me, are you? Are you sure this is called Wuchen Sword?" Looking at the thick layer of dust on the sword, it seems that it has nothing to do with the word "Wuchen" .

"Cut~ Give it to me if you don't believe me."

"Don't, don't... I haven't looked at the attributes yet." Xiao Tian immediately took two steps back, for fear of being snatched back.

The sword body and hilt are only one meter long, and it looks extremely old. Is it really a magic weapon? Xiao Tian waved it suspiciously.

Whoosh...

Xiao Tian's casual wave made him feel like cutting the air. At the same time, the dust on the sword fell with the swing, revealing a sharp and dazzling light without a trace of dust remaining.

Both of them saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

After seeing the attributes of Wuchen Sword, Xiao Tian burst into tears with excitement, and almost couldn't help but knelt down and hugged Feng Xiao's thigh.

"Boss, you are simply my reincarnated parents...it's actually a magic weapon...but why can't you use it until level 80, I want to die..."

Feng Xiao looked at Xiao Tian with pity, and guessed that his feeling at this time was the same as that of a super beauty who had a crush on her for 800 years and let him pick her naked but found that she hadn't grown any pussies yet.

"Poor kid, work hard, you will be invincible at level 80!" Feng Xiao patted him on the shoulder.

At level 8o, it will probably take at least a year later, whether it can be seen or not used, that kind of suffering is better than nothing.

I don't know how much this sword can be worth if it is auctioned... I'm really looking forward to it.

"Although it is far less light and friendly than the silver sword in my dream, it is much stronger than ordinary weapons." Xiao Tian flipped through the Wuchen Sword repeatedly, tongue-twitting incessantly.

"Cut!" Feng Xiao gestured to him with contempt to stop. Only he and Chen Bing knew about the sword in the dream that Xiao Tian mentioned. According to Xiao Tian's description, it was a rapier that seemed to be lighter than the Flying Feather Blade, and it appeared in his dreams almost every day, growing up with him in his dreams, and gradually became his greatest desire in life and pursuit.

But he and Chen Bing only took this kind of absurd dream as a joke.

At this time, Sedum of Xin'an Dang already felt that his Wuchen Sword was lost.

"Strange, why is the Wuchen Sword that was used to cushion the legs of the cabinet missing... Xiaosan, go and get the Star Sword under the bed in the guest room to use as a pad for the bookcase. This cabinet is not very stable. This is one of the most precious antiques I have collected. One, don't wear it out..."

After 1 minute, Jing Tian touched his head, and muttered helplessly: "Oh, this star sword is too thin, it is better to use Wuchen sword." The dust sword has appeared in his hand.

"Well, this sword is more suitable... Oh, I don't know which friend wiped it so clean for me."

Poor Xiao Tian didn't know that the Wuchen Sword he had just stored in the warehouse had disappeared.

Feng Yao is giving Xi Ruo a leg massage, and neither of the two girls is online. Thinking of Yang Xiruo's fat thighs like white jade, Feng Xiao couldn't help flirting with Xiruo with his thoughts.

"Xiao Rourou still hasn't come back... let's go to the palace and have a look." Feng Xiao immediately set off and ran towards the palace. And Xiao Tian has already frantically gone to leveling in order to grow a small breast sooner.

After being transferred to Flying Dragon Robber Saint, Feng Xiao's basic movement speed has reached 7o, and his jumping ability has also increased a lot (jumping power + 1 = maximum jumping height increased by 1 meter), and he has already passed through the crowded crowd in less than ten minutes To Tianlong Palace.

Looking at the mourning clothes and white cloth all over the Tianlong Palace, Feng Xiao sighed, the Emperor Tianlong was indeed dead, and he was dead forever.

In front of the Tianlong main hall, the civil and military ministers, eunuchs, and maids knelt on the ground, crying ghosts and howling, louder than a dead father. Seeing the Tianlong secret envoy coming in, the crying was much quieter, and countless eyes or Overtly or secretly, or envious or jealous or curious or probing look at him.

"Don't you just look handsome... As for looking at me so exaggeratedly?" Feng Xiao directly ignored these gazes, and after bowing to Emperor Tianlong with his thoughts, he walked through the kneeling crowd as if no one else was there, and raised his knees up. Shui Rourou behind Princess Shuiyue.

"Come home with me!" Feng Xiao couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw his plain clothes and filial piety, and his small face covered with pear blossoms.

"Master... I, I want to keep my father's filial piety for seven days." Shui Rourou wept softly. Emperor Tianlong has countless concubines, but the protein is not active enough to give birth to sons, so the matter of keeping filial piety falls on the two daughters.

"Not allowed! Little boy, if I don't feel sorry for you if you kneel for seven days and seven nights, come home with me right away, and leave the filial piety to Princess Shuiyue." Feng Xiao couldn't help saying, and pulled Shui Rourou away.

"But young master..."

"It's nothing but, if you don't go back, no one will take care of me and our home."

This sentence worked immediately, Shui Rourou took her away with a blushing face and Ren Fengxiao pulled her away.

"Zhang Tianshi... Zhang Tianshi... Damn! Don't cry, you won't be able to survive any more crying!" Feng Xiao yelled impatiently, shaking Zhang Tianshi into a tizzy.

"Yuan... so it's the Wind Soul Warrior. What time is it? Is it time to eat?" Zhang Tianshi quickly wiped away his nose and tears, and said in a hoarse voice.

Feng Xiao was dizzy, the emotional bastards didn't even know how long he had been crying. "Master Zhang, take Rourou and me home, I'm too tired from running."

"Oh!" Zhang Tianshi agreed in a daze, and subconsciously waved a talisman to send them away. When he woke up, he realized that countless eyes were looking at him strangely.

"This... this... the day of the emperor's funeral, the majestic Tianlong secret envoy and the princess... unexpectedly..." Prime Minister You stood up angrily, his face full of anger.

"Forget it, let them go." Empress Shuiyue said lightly, as if nothing could stir up waves in her heart.

Her tears had already dried up. Although she was in grief, her mind was extremely clear. She understood the great burden on her shoulders.

I'm a weak woman... Is it really okay?

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No...you can't think that way, you absolutely can't live up to your father's expectations...My life was bought by my father with his own life, how could I let him down.

Empress Shuiyue's eyes became firmer.

"Okay, Rourou, don't cry anymore...don't cry, baby boy... the last time you cry, it becomes unattractive..." Looking at Xiao Rourou who was still crying, Feng Xiao's head grew bigger.

What I fear most in this life is being raped by a woman, and what I fear the most is a woman crying.

"Xiao Rourou... Don't you have a young master without your godfather... Don't cry, don't cry..."

"Woooo..." Shui Rourou's tears seemed to have no end, and the clothes on Feng Xiao's chest were soaked.

"..."

"Don't cry!" Feng Xiao finally yelled impatiently, startled Shui Rourou in his arms, and stopped crying in fright.

Feng Xiao didn't say anything else, he pushed Rourou's body onto his lap, lifted up his white mourning clothes, and slapped her delicate buttocks.

"Snapped!"

"Tell you to be disobedient, tell you to cry..."

"Woooo...it hurts so much, young master, stop beating me." Shui Rourou felt that she was wronged.

"Then are you still crying or not!" Feng Xiao slapped again.

"Don't cry anymore... Really don't cry anymore." Shui Rourou suffered continuous pain and didn't dare to cry anymore.

"That's how you behave... Did you hurt you just now? The young master rubbed it for you." After speaking, Feng Xiao brazenly began to knead her two petals of small buttocks, softly smoothing the red water from crying The face is even more red.

"Remember not to cry again."

"But Rourou only has two relatives, the father and the princess..." Shui Rourou said a little aggrieved.

"Master, doesn't it count?" Feng Xiao exerted a little force on his hand.

"Master..."

"Little boy, have you forgotten what I said before? From the day you entered the door, you belong to me, and no one can take you away. So, even if you want to cry in the future, you can only cry for me. Do you understand?" Feng Xiao whispered in her ear.

"Just cry for the young master alone?"

Shui Rourou repeated Feng Xiao's words, and suddenly felt that she liked his words very much.

Shui Rourou immediately wiped away her tears, and said in a low voice: "Yes! Rourou will only cry for the young master from now on."

"That's good... let's go in and change clothes." Feng Xiao smiled, picked up Shui Rourou by the waist, and walked to her room.

Half an hour later, Shui Rourou came out in a princess costume, and the powerlessness in her whole body made her almost fall down several times. When she was changing clothes just now, Feng Xiao kept messing with her, causing her to even change her underwear once.

"This kind of Rou Rou is beautiful... Well, it's a hundred times better than those so-called jade girls."

"What is a Jade Girl Star?" Shui Rourou's big eyes were full of confusion.

"...a kind of female creature with strong sexual desire, roughly like this." Feng Xiao said without blushing, and then took out a cyan seed from his backpack.

"Your sister Xiruo will come up after the meeting. If you are free, you can keep it and play with it, and see what can grow." Feng Xiao put the seeds of Ling Vanilla in Shui Rourou's hand.

"Mm! Young master, sister Xiruo likes to plant all kinds of flowers and plants." Shui Rourou replied softly, finally showing a slight smile on her face.

"By the way, young master, yesterday when the father was dying, he said to the princess...he said..." Rou Rou suddenly hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not.

"What did you say? Could it be related to me?" Feng Xiao wondered.

"Yes... Father said that the princess should either not marry. If she wants to marry, it can only be... it is you, young master. The emperor said that he is worried about marrying someone else."

thump!

Feng Xiao covered his aching head from the fall, and looked at the sun in the sky suspiciously.

"What's the matter with this old emperor? I've only met him a few times, and we've only known each other for a month. Why is he always so special to me? He always stuffs good things into my hands for various reasons. My daughter wants to give it to me..."

"Could it be that I really have the aura of the bastard in the legend, and the shock of the tiger's body convinced him?"

Although Feng Xiao appeared unrestrained on the surface, he was extremely meticulous in his thoughts. When Emperor Tianlong gave him the task of collecting ice spirit grass, he already felt that the emperor was special to him. Because although this task is extremely difficult, it must not be awarded the territory.

what is the reason behind the scene? Feng Xiao couldn't figure it out.

"What did Princess Shuiyue say?" Feng Xiao asked with some expectation.

"The princess said she would never marry..." Shui Rourou looked at him worriedly and said, afraid that he would show an angry expression.

"It really is so...Damn, I really don't believe it. Isn't it the queen? I'm not good enough for her...Well, conquering the queen seems to be a good choice." Feng Xiao smiled, his eyes suddenly became dangerous .

Feng Xiao's arrogance was born with him and penetrated deep into his bones. Both Xiao Tian and Chen Bing understood that he was the one who wouldn't bow his head even if he broke his neck, and wouldn't kneel down even if he broke his bone. The pride engraved in his bones allows him to despise anyone, but does not allow anyone to despise him.

"Little darling, take a good look at the house." Feng Xiao said while touching Shui Rourou's small face.

"Well, young master, come back early." Shui Rourou showed reluctance in his eyes, but he knew that the young master was a person who had to do "big things", so he couldn't and couldn't stay at home with her all the time. She just needs to tidy up the house every day, and then count her fingers until he comes home.

After Feng Xiao went out, he came to the weapon shop as fast as he could, and bought 2o level 10 assassin's short knives for 2 gold coins under the strange gaze of the old blacksmith. Then he cast the infinite space gate and returned to a scene that was deeply imprinted in his mind - the horror forest.

Shennong Ding, you are mine now!

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