Legend of the Asura

Dark Forest, a girl's home.

Under the thick ancient tree, there is a mass of white snow lying quietly. The girl's plump body was curled up into a sleeping kitten, her pursed lips moved evenly with her breathing, and traces of crystal clear saliva overflowed from the corner of her mouth, wet a leaf on the ground.

A cold drop of rain fell on her face, waking her from a deep sleep. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and murmured, "Is it raining..."

The sky was dark, but no rain fell.

Her eyelashes drooped, her eyelids covered her purple pupils again, her small body curled up in a comfortable position, and she gradually fell asleep.

"Do you... desire power?"

In her sleep, her body shrank slightly, as if she had returned to that rainy night three years ago.

"I want..." She lay on the muddy ground, raised her right hand with all her strength, and shouted desperately: "Give me strength...I want revenge...I want..."

"...Kill Mommy..."

"Hahahaha..." A deep voice sounded in the rainstorm, like a devil laughing wildly; "Then... I will give you strength. But... from today, you must remember your real name, that is... the devil... ..."

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On a busy road, a man and a woman walk side by side holding hands. The woman was dressed in purple, her body was extremely perfect, which attracted countless men's amazed eyes and women's jealous eyes. It's just that the wide sunglasses and sun hat cover most of his face, making it impossible for people to see his face. But passers-by would never have thought that this person was actually the number one fairy who resounded in "Reincarnation", or in China——Duanmu Yiren.

Feng Xiao was dressed in loose clothes, with slippers on his feet, and his whole body attire exuded a lazy masculine charm. Countless women's obsessive eyes fell on him, and Duanmu Yiren secretly ate it.

A thin layer of sweat oozes out of the soft hand that is held lightly in the hand due to tension. Feng Xiao asked softly, "Are you still used to it?"

"Yeah!" She replied even softer. In just a few days of getting along, her feelings for him have already undergone earth-shaking changes. Perhaps she had never thought about the situation today before she threw herself at the devil with a desperate heart.

I actually fell so easily... I fell under a man I once hated the most. Perhaps from the first second she met him, she began to be conquered by him, bit by bit, until she fell completely because of him. Those few episodes of the past that were once a nightmare, now in retrospect, there is no hatred anymore, only confusion and inexplicable shyness.

"miss home?"

Home……

Duanmu Yiren's head lowered slightly: "I want to..." She thought of the incomparably intelligent little emperor, and wanted to give her the most warm brother Wuji and sister-in-law. "But..." She raised her head suddenly, and said firmly, "I won't go back, and I never thought about going back."

Feng Xiao smiled casually, "Don't be nervous, I have no intention of sending you back. Since you have fallen into my hands, you will never want to leave again in this life."

The domineering and even slightly ruthless words made her feel a little bit of happiness in her heart. It suddenly occurred to her that this was the first time she was alone with him, and it was the first time she went shopping with a man... In the turmoil of her heart, she leaned against him, greedily breathing the ruffles that emanated from him... There is a masculine breath.

"Tell me about your past life. Since you have decided to be my woman, you should let your man know everything about your past."

Feng Xiao stopped in front of an exquisitely decorated teahouse, looked around and led her in.

At noon, there were not many people inside, most of them were sipping tea carefully and talking in low voices, the only thing that could be heard clearly was the elegant and peaceful sound of Guzheng.

He dragged Duanmu Yiren to sit by the window, and then ordered two dragon and phoenix teas.

"Can we talk now?"

Duanmu Yiren lowered her head, and her two small Xueyu hands twisted together nervously. She let out a "huh" and began to recall her past slowly. At this time, the memories of those ten years did not arouse her pain, because she knew that she had left the place in her memories forever.

Wow!

Feng Xiao squinted his eyes, because the exquisite bead curtain at the entrance of the teahouse was roughly lifted, and four arrogant men walked in. The two waiters just wanted to go up to them, but their expressions changed when they saw their identities. Fear was written all over his face, and he walked over to say hello tremblingly.

Looking away, Feng Xiao stared at Duanmu Yiren, quietly listening to her story, from her mother's premature departure to her lonely childhood.

The melodious sound of Guzheng makes people feel surprisingly peaceful. Duanmu Yiren slowly melted into her narration, her eyes became blurred, her voice became very low, very pure, very real, as if he had seen scenes of her childhood.

The world seemed to be quiet, Feng Xiao smiled and listened, at this moment, a discordant voice came from the teahouse next to him.

"This body, this skin, are superb. This woman must play...hehehehe,"

The dirty voice was very low, but Feng Xiao heard it clearly. He still had a faint smile on his face. His endurance is comparable to that of murder. It's hard for others to read what he's thinking from his face unless he wants to.

"Look at the man's long hair. Could it be a duck from some store?"

The moving talk stopped, Duanmu Yiren's eyes turned to Feng Xiao, and countless eyes also looked in this direction. The voice just now was not deliberately suppressed, and it was clearly heard by everyone in the elegant and clean teahouse.

The one who spoke was one of the few people who just came in. The handsome man who has not spoken has looked at Duanmuyiren's perfect figure with a casual expression, and glanced at Feng Xiao from time to time. Seeing that the high-ranking posture seems to be these people the leader. The arrogant young man stretched out his hand and tore open the collar of his black shirt, revealing a green dragon with teeth and claws on his chest.

Tattoos are indeed a bit threatening to the submissive common people, but in the eyes of real cattlemen, they are just ridiculous acts used by jumping beam clowns to show off their prestige. Feng Xiao smiled, played with the teacup in his hand nonchalantly, shook his head and sighed silently: "Let's go, I don't really like places with flies."

His voice was so low that only Duanmuyi people could hear him. Duanmu Yiren let out a soft "um", and let him take his little hand and walk out.

That young man who was clearly a house slave left when he saw Feng Xiao didn't speak, his arrogance became even more arrogant. He stood up suddenly, and said arrogantly: "Boy, stop. You are lucky, my young master has taken a fancy to your girl, keep that girl, and you can get out."

Those who dare to be so arrogant in Jinghua must have considerable background and influence. The teahouse was suddenly quiet, and the discussion completely disappeared, but no one dared to come out to interfere with this matter. Several waiters looked at Feng Xiao and Duanmu Yiren with pity. They knew very well how powerful this "young master" was.

Duanmu Yiren's face turned pale, and he leaned towards Feng Xiao. Feng Xiao looked at her with a slight smile, and held her hand slightly tighter. A strange sense of security spread to her heart along her hand, making the uneasiness that had just arisen in her disappear in an instant.

Is this the feeling of being protected...Duanmu Yiren was fascinated by this strange sense of happiness, his body was almost attached to his body, and as he slowly walked out, he no longer cared about what was behind him The sound of disgust.

"Boy, are you deaf! Do you know who the old man is!" The young man suddenly yelled, the voice startled many people, and also shocked many pity eyes.

boom!

A slight sound came from Feng Xiao's hand, and the teacup he had been holding in his left hand shattered into four smooth pieces, and then he threw it back casually.

"ah!!!"

It wasn't until they walked out of the teahouse that the belated scream sounded from behind. The corner of Feng Xiao's mouth revealed a sarcasm, and everyone cut off one ear, which is already a great kindness.

"Will there be any trouble? That person... seems to be very powerful." Duanmuyi asked with some concern.

"Someone will take care of it." Feng Xiao smiled lightly, glanced at his back seemingly inadvertently, and then pulled Duanmuyiren towards the house: "This world has never lacked some clowns. When I get home, I will Keep listening to your story."

That gentle voice instantly melted all the anguish and confusion in Duanmuyiren's heart. At this moment, she had the urge to cry happily. Because he finally admitted her identity, and she also fell in love with him completely in just a few days. From their meeting to the present, the dreamlike scenes began to replay in her mind one by one... She nodded vigorously, smiling and weeping. She suddenly understood that the seemingly crazy and unreasonable choice before must be the most correct and perfect choice in her life.

Thirty seconds later, a call came to Chu Yingying, causing her peaceful face to darken in an instant.

"Have you found out who that person is?" She asked coldly.

"It's the young master of the Guo family."

"The Guo family... dare to humiliate my son. I will give you one day to drive the Guo family out of Jinghua. I don't want them to tarnish my precious son's eyes again!"

"……yes!"

Long Wei who was sitting on the sofa had a helpless smile on his face, but he didn't make a sound to stop her some radical behavior. The maternal love that had been suppressed for more than twenty years burst out suddenly, and its intensity was enough to be described as outrageous.

(Finally, the protagonist's life experience is finished, and there will be nothing to do with the Long family in the future. Next, deal with Windy City, and then go to an island country to make trouble, and start a cruel mission at the same time.)

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