Legend of the Asura

Feng Xiao watched his movements without saying a word, as if he saw his broken and incomplete heart.

Yang Aotian knelt on the ground, holding the loess into it with his hands... From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word, didn't shed a tear, and even his expression didn't change in the slightest.

Spend ten minutes in the rustling sound of loess. Feng Xiao never said a word, watching his movements silently, until he took the last handful of loess with his blood-oozing hands.

"Aotian..." Feng Xiao bowed respectfully to the piled up new grave, helped up Yang Aotian's body, but didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. His heartache at this time must be much greater than he imagined.

"Don't let Ruoruo know."

Yang Aotian finally spoke, but his voice made Feng Xiao feel completely strange. He nodded: "I know."

"These...are all from Ximen's family, no, were they made by Ximen Kuang?" Feng Xiao's eyes were full of murderous intent. Apart from him, he couldn't think of anyone else who could do such inhumanity.

Yang Aotian's hands tightened violently, after a brief silence, his whole body trembled, then he squatted down violently, crying with his head in his arms. The cries of pain and desolation made the wind here sad.

"Why... why!!"

This iron-like man who had never cried when he was bullied since he was a child, never cried when his mother left, and never cried when his sister was critically ill, now crouched on the ground with his head in his arms, crying like a helpless child.

Feng Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he can still cry, it means that his heart has not been beaten to death. He patted his shoulder, "Aotian, what are your plans?"

"Boss... please, let me become strong! Even if I live ten years less, twenty years... no! If I can become as strong as the boss, one day! Just one day is enough, even if I die immediately ...Boss, you can do it right!"

As if seeing hope suddenly, Yang Aotian firmly grabbed Feng Xiao, looking at him with gloomy eyes full of pleading. His brain is not confused, on the contrary, he is very sober, he clearly knows that he has no capital to fight against Ximen's family, and if he wants to take revenge with his own hands, his only hope lies in Feng Xiao.

The breath of hatred was so strong that Feng Xiao was secretly startled, he grabbed Yang Aotian's shoulder: "You get up first."

An unusual breath came from Feng Xiao's hand, Feng Xiao was startled, almost thinking that he had an illusion. Because this is clearly the death energy that can only appear on a dead person. With a strong hand, he forcibly pulled Yang Aotian up, only to be shocked to find that his ashen-like face was covered with a layer of ashes.

"What's the matter with you, do you feel that something is wrong there?" Feng Xiao asked with a frown, he became more and more sure that this is indeed the breath of the dead. With a movement of his hand, a wave of chaotic power was transmitted into his body again, and the result made Feng Xiao inexplicably horrified...

There is no life! !

Feng Xiao's gaze towards Yang Aotian changed drastically. For the first time, he saw a phenomenon that violated the truth of nature from someone other than himself...a lifeless person stood alive in front of him.

"Okay, don't talk yet." Feng Xiao's face became serious, he closed his eyes, and slowly felt the energy in Yang Aotian's body with the power of chaos, and soon, his heartbeat accelerated violently.

No breath... no breath, not even... no heartbeat!

what happened!

"How do you feel about your body?" Looking at the pair of gray eyes, Feng Xiao frowned and asked.

Yang Aotian shook his head, and said dryly: "Boss...help me...I'm going to kill him...kill him..."

"I can't help you." Feng Xiao shook his head and said, "If I catch or even kill Ximen Kuang for you, you probably won't be willing. You will definitely want to avenge your deep hatred with your own hands. But, I didn't let The way to become stronger can only depend on yourself.”

Yang Aotian's eyes are not dimmed, but still have that terrible emptiness, no one can imagine what happened to him.

Could it be that his own power of chaos had mutated when it met some kind of aura on his body, transforming his body? Feng Xiao lowered his head and thought silently that he couldn't find any other explanations other than this.

But the moment he just bowed his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, because he found that the shallow grass under Yang Aotian's feet and around him had turned yellow, listlessly swaying in the breeze, dying.

He finally thought of two words...

Angry!

Was it his own power of chaos that had mutated into this strange death aura, or... There was some kind of special ability hidden in his body, and it was finally stimulated in an extremely desperate situation.

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It was almost noon when we returned home. After thinking for a while, Feng Xiao connected Xiao Tian's call.

"Help me arrange Aotian, but don't let people have too much contact with him."

"Why?" Xiao Tian asked with a surprised face.

"Because...you will die!" Feng Xiao said solemnly. It can make grass and trees lose their vitality in such a short period of time. If it is a person, if they are too close to him, their vitality will be deprived little by little.

"...I understand!" Although he didn't know why, he trusted every word Feng Xiao said.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xiao quickly dialed another number. This is the first time he dialed this number. It took a long time before the other party connected.

"I need time." Without waiting for the other party to speak, Feng Xiao said immediately.

The other party was silent, and after a while, a steady voice sounded: "Go home and see more, your mother has been looking forward to it for too many years."

Home... Will there be another home for me?

"I will." With a soft reply, Feng Xiao closed the phone, and was full of thoughts for a while. He didn't know how long it would take for him to fully accept this sudden family affection and accept that family. Everything was too sudden to him, and seemed a little bit redundant. A few more family ties also means a few more concerns.

Fengyao walked up to him lightly, and hugged him from behind: "Brother, you came back just in time, and the lunch was just prepared, and it was made by sister Yiren."

"Yeah!" Feng Xiao nodded, turned around and took her hand, "We talked while eating. Don't worry, even if I really have another home, I will never leave you. There is no smell of Yaoer around me, I will sleep no."

"But this is good. At least, my Yaoer and Ruoruo don't have to worry about being troubled by others."

Before, being found out has always been a lingering shadow in his heart. Because this means that the people around him can no longer appear in front of others. But now, this problem seems to be no longer a problem. Long Wei and Long Tianwen obviously won't do anything about his identity as "Blood Emperor Shadow Wind". But at least there will be persuasion or investigation.

At the dinner table, Feng Xiao confessed everything to the girls, Feng Yao looked calm, Shui Rourou looked confused, while Xi Ruo and Duanmu Yiren's expressions were exaggerated to the extreme.

The Long family, the most noble family in China for thousands of years, the real family standing on the top of China. Although this family is small, their influence on China and even the whole world is huge. In terms of politics alone, almost all families follow the Long family as the leader, which has not changed for thousands of years. Its prestige and influence can be seen.

"Brother Feng, are you really... from the Long family, and will you be the sole heir of the Long family?" Yang Xiruo said a little at a loss.

Feng Xiao smiled lightly, and said: "Actually, this question is not important. No matter what other identities I am, I am your Brother Feng... This will never change." He looked at her more and more. A little pity. If she found out what happened in the morning, it would be a big blow to her.

In a word, Yang Xiruo's nervous heart was completely relieved, she smiled sweetly, and began to gently pick up vegetables for Feng Xiao.

Duanmu Yiren's gaze stayed on Feng Xiao's face, his dull and beautiful eyes flickered, as if he hadn't woken up from the shock just now.

Blood Emperor Shadow Wind... the heir of the Long Family. One identity is enough to make Huaxia tremble, one identity is enough to make Huaxia surrender, and these two identities appear on one person at the same time...

As if sensing her strange gaze, Feng Xiao raised his head to look at her, and suddenly said, "Change your clothes after eating, and then go out with me."

"Ah... um!" Duanmuyiren hurriedly dodged his gaze, almost subconsciously answering. And the word "clothes" made her pull the clothes on her chest involuntarily. She was almost "imprisoned" at home, she always only wore pajamas, and whether it was intentional or not, the pajamas Feng Yao found for her were all low-cut, so the deep cleavage was exposed almost all the time .

Feng Yao and Yang Xiruo looked at each other and smiled.

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