Legend of the Asura

"Brother..." The baby had already walked to his side at some point, gently tugging at his clothes, timid, worried, fearful...Looking at the figure lying in his arms, she bit her lower lip lightly, with a smile on her face. She cried and asked: "Sister Yao'er, is she... injured?"

"No, she... fell asleep."

Long Wei's body shook violently.

"Really...really?" The baby bit his lips hard, trying not to let himself cry out, but crystal tears gushed out from the corners of his eyes like a fountain.

"Xiao'er..." Long Wei walked behind him and patted his shoulder lightly. At that moment, he felt his body was terribly cold, like a corpse that had been frozen for thousands of years.

"Man, don't suppress it, cry out." Looking at his son who was so calm and indifferent, Long Wei closed his eyes, raised his head, and suppressed the soreness in his eyes.

In the deathly silence, Feng Yao lay quietly in Feng Xiao's arms, as quiet as a beautiful painting. There was no fear of death on her face, only deep nostalgia and a touch of relief... Was it comforting his mother who saved him, or comforting him that he was safe and sound.

He knelt there numbly, staring straight at her face with empty eyes, slowly, his tears flowed down his cheeks, scarlet, it was blood!

"ah!!!!!!!!!"

The shrill roar was like a black ape weeping blood, making the night sky feel sad for it. Blood clotted tears fell drop by drop to her chest... She never cried in countless times of pain or torture, never cried in countless hell trainings, never cried when she was betrayed by the woman she loved, and her adoptive father left her. He who didn't cry when he went... At this moment, blood and tears flowed.

"Xiao'er..." Chu Yingying knelt down beside him, and stretched out her hands tremblingly, trying to wipe away the bloodstains on his face.

"Go away!!!"

A force knocked Chu Yingying mercilessly away, and accompanied by a heartbreaking roar, Feng Xiao rushed out of the Long family compound like crazy holding Feng Yao's body, disappeared into the night, and sprinkled ferocious waves all the way. bloodstains. At the same time, the sound of the baby crying loudly and the sound of her chasing footsteps resounded sadly in the Long family compound.

Chu Yingying slumped on the ground with empty eyes, staring blankly at the large pool of blood on the ground.

"Why...why does God treat us like this...why..."

A little blood flowed from Long Wei's clenched right hand. He walked up to Chu Yingying and helped her up, calling out softly, "Yingying, be strong...it's not your fault, if even you collapse, what will our children do."

Chu Yingying covered her face with her hands and cried loudly.

Long Wei didn't speak any more, and after patting her on the back for a while, he walked out of the hall door,

Chu Yingying gradually stopped crying. She walked to the glaring bloodstain, squatted down, and picked up the photo that was blown up in the explosion with trembling hands.

The photos, one by one, describe the beautiful smiles of several girls, their peerless beauty, their cute smiles...they are obediently by his side...Feng Yao is even more beautiful, as if she shouldn't exist in her. world. In the photo, her gentle smile is enough to eclipse the sun and the moon.

These photos all come from that mysterious birthday present, the heavy box. They record the sweet life of several girls and him, and record the growth process of Feng Xiao and Feng Yao from childhood to adulthood... Some of them are complete, some have been blown beyond recognition, and some have been stained scarlet with blood. She picked them up one by one, wiped them carefully one by one, smiling and weeping.

An old figure leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the dark sky, as if dead.

Heavy footsteps approached the old man. Long Wei glanced at the old man who was already familiar to him, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Uncle Wang, how long have you been at my Long's house?" He leaned against the wall and asked in a vicissitudes of voice.

"Sixty-two years."

"How old are you today..."

"Sixty-seven years old." He replied dully.

"Why!" Long Wei closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, heaving a long sigh.

"I'm sorry for the Long family." He said decadently, his eyes were empty. For more than sixty years, the first shot, and the only shot, he failed. The Long family was safe and sound, but an innocent girl was buried.

"Twenty-one years ago, the leak of that incident..."

"it's me."

With a heavy punch on the wall, Long Wei's right hand was spattered with blood.

"Haha...haha...hahahaha!" He supported the wall with his hands, laughing wildly in pain. There is a deep sadness in the laughter.

"I was adopted by my grandfather at the age of five, and grew up with my father, and took care of everything about me and taught me how to behave... Although you appear to be my personal servant, but... my father has always treated you as half a child." Brother, half a friend, and I have always regarded you as half a father, half a teacher..."

Uncle Wang sat there motionless, like a weathered mummy. It's just those old eyes, full of tears.

"Back when my Long family lost their beloved son, we doubted everything within the family...but we never doubted you...I didn't expect...I didn't expect..."

He wanted to cry, and he wanted to laugh... at his own stupidity, at the great irony, at the fate of the son of a bitch.

"Master...let me die..."

"You have no right to call me young master!" A pistol was pointed at Uncle Wang's head. At this moment, Long Wei had lost his usual composure. The muscles on his face were twitching, and his heart was also twitching. His right hand was shaking constantly.

"Sixty-two years ago, the emperor, Tokugawa Kazusa... sent me here." Long Wei didn't need to ask, he said it dumbly, his out-of-focus eyes were ashen.

Long Wei sneered: "I have endured for a full sixty-two years. With my trust in you, you have countless opportunities to kill me during this period. Why did you choose today...why today!!"

How he wished that the person who died was himself. Even if he died, his father could immediately stand up and support everything. And the consequences of that poor girl's death are unimaginable. He is his son, the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind, and Shura! Once the Blood Emperor Yingfeng loses his mind, with his terrifying skills, who can stop him!

And... the family relationship that was just connected was completely broken by the explosion. Perhaps from that moment on, he will only have hatred for the Long family...

"What they want is... a spy who can provide them with information... If I were exposed early, it would be very difficult for another person to reach my position... But... Whether it is the real world or the world of reincarnation, the young master is too powerful ...The Emperor is afraid...and can't bear it any longer, so I will get rid of him at all costs...otherwise..."

"Otherwise what... what kind of threat is it that you have engraved in your heart when you were five years old, and you dare not forget it for sixty-two years!" Long Wei asked with red eyes.

Uncle Wang didn't answer, but said slowly, "I want to meet the young master...it's too difficult, I dare not let go of this opportunity. But...I lost...God Bless the Long Family...I'm sorry for that girl."

Long Wei withdrew his pistol, turned around silently, "Take him away."

A few members of the phoenix group who were panicked in their hearts immediately rushed forward to lift up the old man who was completely exhausted.

"Let me die..." The mission failed, he and his family would die, and the relationship between himself and the Long family for so many years was completely severed. At this time, all thoughts in him were hopeless, and he only wanted to die.

"You can't die...Only my son is qualified to decide your life or death."

"Go and check every corner, and all the places he may have been to, to see if there are other liquid bombs." After leaving a word indifferently, Long Wei walked away with heavy steps.

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On her eighteenth birthday, he hugged her tightly, paused every word, his eyes flowed like water, vicissitudes and far away, "I will give everything to hold you tightly, even if my heart is always dark, you are also mine." The only light!"

Her happy, warm smile and faint shame at that time seemed to appear clearly before his eyes again, and then became blurred... and blurred again...

He thought that one day he might suddenly lose his life, that one day he would lose everything he had gained...but he never thought that she would leave him. Because he didn't dare, he never dared to think about how he would survive in a world without Yao'er.

From childhood to adulthood, her figure filled his world. She always stays gentle and gentle by his side, following him like his shadow, taking care of him, accompanying him, everything she does is for him... He is her life, her whole world.

He slowly got used to her softness, her perfection... until he suddenly lost her... he was afraid, desperate, the world collapsed, and his heart was torn...

Even if I am the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind that everyone fears, even if I am the Shura that makes the world tremble, even if I will own a wealth that is incomparable to an enemy... so what... Without you to share with me, I won the world, How can...

Yaoer, brother was wrong, really wrong...

Floating aimlessly in the night sky, Feng Xiao's eyes are full of desolation and tears are streaming down his face... in front of his eyes, it seems to be a piece of red, and it seems to be a piece of gray... until...it's pitch black...holding her body that is still bleeding, he fell from the sky.

bang~~

A string in my heart suddenly broke, and the chaotic breath in my body became more solid in the chaos... In desperation, the porch was broken, and the Chaos Art directly broke through to the fifth floor.

But...so what...

Except for Yao'er in his arms, he couldn't feel anything... Maybe there was nothing that could shake his dead heart.

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