Legend of the Asura

His mother entrusted almost all his feelings in this world except his sister. Now, he just watched helplessly as the only trace left by his mother in the world drifted away with the wind and could never be found again.

"Hey... I heard that you have a good relationship with Yang Ru, a bitch. How about it, it's painful, right? Remember, this is what happens when you fight against me, and everyone who fights against me should not think about it!! "Ximen clapped his hands wildly, smiled wildly, and looked at Yang Aotian's eyes that became hollow at that moment with satisfaction.

Dozens of people showed unbearable expressions on their faces. As servants of Ximen's family, they knew everything about the second young master Ximen, and even more so, the relationship between him and his mother. Perhaps the shock to him in this scene could no longer be simply described as "cruel".

"ah!!!!"

Blood oozes between Yang Aotian's fingers, and even the corners of his mouth are bloodshot. He roared miserably, and rushed towards Ximen Kuang madly. At this time, his world has no color, and he just wants to use all means to tear him into pieces. The roar that contained incomparable sadness and resentment made people seem to hear the sound of blood dripping from his heart.

The gaze that seemed to tear him into pieces made Ximen Kuang's heart skip a beat, and he took a step back subconsciously. His face darkened, and he waved his hand: "Abolish him."

More than a dozen people swarmed up and held Yang Aotian back, but no one was ruthless. Yang Aotian was struggling crazily, staring at Ximen Kuang with creepy and cold eyes, making no one doubt that he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"West... Gate... Kuang..."

The deep voice seemed to be a death-threatening ghost roar from hell, which made everyone shiver. Ximen Kuang forced himself to sneer: "Scream as much as you want, struggle as much as you want... What are you all doing blankly! Get rid of him!"

"West... Gate... Kuang..."

After hesitating for a long time, fists like raindrops finally fell on Yang Aotian. But he didn't groan or scream, as if he couldn't feel the slightest pain, only the eyes that shouldn't belong to humans were fixed on Ximen Kuang.

Ximen Kuang felt uneasy in his heart, and he yelled impatiently: "Haven't you bastards eaten yet!!"

"Master, this place belongs to Jinghua after all, if someone dies, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with it." Xiao Si said tremblingly.

"It's hard to clean up? There's a situation that our Ximen family can't clean up!?" Ximen Kuang gave him a vicious look. Suddenly he yelled: "You bastards, hold him up for me, I'll do it myself!!"

Bite the bullet, several people put the struggling Yang Aotian in front of Ximen Kuang. They were just servants of Simon's family, not animals. Everything before has made them feel an indelible sense of guilt in their hearts. But... knowing the huge power of the Ximen family, they have no choice.

A thick iron rod appeared in Ximen Kuang's hands at some point, and he smiled sullenly, "Do you still remember how that little bitch Yang Xiruo's legs were broken... Hehe, back then the old man broke her legs." I really remember the scene of the legs. Now..."

He violently raised the iron rod in his hand, and slammed it hard at Yang Aotian's right leg.

The sound of bones breaking was extremely clear, and everyone turned their heads away with a look of unbearable expression, and closed their eyes.

Ximen Kuang is a person who practiced martial arts, and he almost used his maximum strength for this stick. Maybe in this life, Yang Aotian's right leg will never recover.

Contrary to everyone's expectation, Yang Aotian didn't make a sound of pain, glaring blood kept oozing out from between his clenched teeth. The gaze that seemed to come from hell was fixed on Ximen Kuang's face from beginning to end, bringing him a hellish chill.

"What? Are you still thinking about finding revenge on me one day?" Ximen Kuang raised his hand again, and the thick iron rod smashed fiercely on Yang Aotian's left leg with a howling wind.

click.

With the gloomy sound of bones breaking, Yang Aotian's legs were completely limp on the ground. But he still didn't make a single sound, the bone-piercing pain was nothing compared to his heartache. There is no more pain in his world now, only hatred!

boom! ! !

This stick hit Yang Aotian's abdomen fiercely, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Ximen Kuang's eyes turned hard, and he swung the iron bar and slammed it on Yang Aotian's body frantically. "Scream! Call me!!! Hahahaha, you dare to fight against me, I will let you die! I will make your life worse than death!! Hahahaha...don't fucking look at me like this, you give me Die, die!!"

One blow was heavier than the other, and streams of blood spewed out of Yang Aotian's mouth continuously with the heavy blows. At some point, the resentful light in his eyes slowly faded, and his head slowly dropped to his chest.

boom! !

This stick almost exhausted all the strength of Ximen Kuang, directly smashing Yang Aotian out of the hands of several people. Yang Aotian's body spilled blood all the way, fell to a distance, and lay there without any movement. Ximen Kuang was panting violently, and the habitual tyrannical impulse began to appear in his heart. He held the stick and walked slowly towards Yang Aotian's body.

"Young Master." Xiao Si hurriedly grabbed him, and said softly, "He...he should be dead already."

As soon as the voice fell, the body lying quietly in the pool of blood moved with difficulty, and one trembling hand grabbed the ground.

"Tsk...he's not dead yet, his life is tough."

"Master." Xiaosi held him back again, bowed his head and said, "Actually, it would be better if he didn't die. It would be his best relief to die now. Instead of letting him die so quickly, it's better to let him suffer slowly." He will suffer until he dies. Anyway, his legs are completely useless, and all the bones in his body are almost broken."

Ximen Kuanglang's eyes flashed, he suddenly smiled, and threw the iron rod in his hand: "You have a good suggestion. It's not so easy to want to die!!!"

Walking in front of Yang Aotian with a sneer on his face, he raised his right foot abruptly and stepped on his head, "You bastard who doesn't know what to do, you have been against me since you were a child. There was an old man around before, I didn't dare What to do with you, now, you are worse than a dog in my eyes. By the way, I forgot to tell you, I was the one who ran into the car of that bitch Yang Ru to death. I am going to kill that bitch Yang Ruo People's "soul-absorbing Gu" was also made by me, but it's a pity that that bitch has survived to this day. Hehe...do you really want to take revenge, really want to kill me? Hahahaha...then you can enjoy yourself Revenge! Hahahaha!!"

Yang Aotian's eyes were covered with a layer of ashes, black blood even flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Those who dare to oppose me. No one has ever had a good end. Taste what it means not to live, not to die,"

Ximen Kuang finally left there with dozens of people under him. Yang Aotian, who has completely become a useless person, no longer has the slightest threat in his eyes. He seemed to have seen Yang Aotian's pain and despair at the last moment of his life, and his heart was filled with distorted pleasure.

No one noticed that Xiao Si quietly threw his mobile phone to Yang Aotian's side at the moment before leaving, he sighed silently in his heart, hoping that his actions could bring Yang Aotian a gloomy life.

The wind is sad, and the desolate and desolate land has finally returned to calm. After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse moan came from the wind. Yang Aotian tremblingly stretched out a hand towards the mobile phone that fell in front of him.

He couldn't die, how could he die before he avenged his mother, his sister, and himself! !

After such a long time, he finally grabbed the mobile phone in his hand. His eyes were blurred with blood, making it impossible to see the numbers on the keyboard clearly. Based on his feeling, he pressed it little by little, almost every time he moved, he had to rest for a long time to recover the slightest bit of strength.

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The Long Family Courtyard is decorated with sharp edges and corners, and there is a trace of luxury in the old-fashioned. Feng Xiao walked in slowly, the first thing he met was the eyes of an old man.

"Brother Shura!!"

The sound of the baby jumping for joy rang from his ears. She was about to rush over, but was gently pulled back by Chu Yingying. Chu Yingying tried hard to be calm and to be patient, but the moment she saw him, her tears still flowed down.

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