Legend of the Asura

The moment he fell to the ground, his body finally stopped and he fell to the ground. He hugged Feng Yao gently in his arms, blood and tears remained, and the countless times warmer chaotic air poured into her lifeless body unreservedly. Although he knew in his heart that what he wanted to see was nothing but wishful thinking.

He can save everyone...but he can't save his Yao'er.

"Yao...er..."

In the silent night sky, he finally let out a hoarse call that pierced his heart. Looking at her tightly closed eyes, his heart felt as if pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Wake up...please wake up..."

"Yao'er...you swore, you will leave later than me...why don't you keep your vow...I'm not dead yet, how can you die..."

"Yao'er...you wake up!!!" The power of chaos poured in crazily, blood and tears flew down.

"Brother was wrong... I will never take revenge again, I will never be the number one person in reincarnation, and I will never meddle in other people's business... My brother will always be with you in the future, and you will not be separated for a second ... Please wake up... wake up..."

Perhaps the power of chaos on the fifth floor finally had an effect. The terrifying wound on Fengyao's back began to heal at an even more terrifying speed. It took only a dozen seconds to heal completely, and the newborn skin was as white and tender as snow. No trace of injury could be seen... and a layer of red brilliance was faintly flashing on the surface of her body... so faint that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

The man's weeping is still the same... Although the wound has healed, her body is still as cold as his icy heart. How he wished that he was the one who died, not her.

A golden glow shot out from Feng Xiao's body, forming a slim and exquisite young girl. She looked at Fengyao who died in his arms in a daze, and murmured blankly: "Impossible... Impossible, how could she die... How could she die... She is... I was wrong ……"

Her appearance didn't make Feng Xiao feel the slightest reaction, he looked at her pale face motionlessly, weeping...begging...

"Yao'er...please wake up...wake up!"

"Why didn't you let me die...why didn't I die..."

His voice and his despair made Xuanyuan Wan'er's heart ache very much. She walked up to him and stretched out her hand to wipe away the blood and tears on his face, but she could only touch an illusion.

"Brother Feng...don't cry, okay? My brother Feng is the strongest, strongest person, how can he cry..."

Her voice gradually choked up, she covered her face, suppressed her sobs and turned into a golden light, and returned to Feng Xiao's body.

A dazzling golden glow lit up in the darkness, and a huge golden phoenix shot out from Fengyao's body, hovering over the two of them, screaming like weeping blood.

In the end, it turned into a golden light again, flew towards Feng Xiao, and merged into his body.

His gray eyes stared blankly at the vast night sky. In the silent night, the howling north wind was weeping softly. He hugged Fengyao's body and walked forward.

"Yaoer...let's go home...no one can hurt you anymore...never again..."

………………

The time pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.

The atmosphere was extraordinarily weird, and in the somewhat oppressive atmosphere, Yang Xiruo suddenly turned off the TV and rubbed her chest vigorously.

"I don't know why, but my heart beats so fast." She said a little uneasy, and kept looking at the big and beautiful clock.

"Me too, young master and elder sister Yao'er, why haven't you come back..."

When the phone rang, Yang Xiruo got up quickly and grabbed the phone: "Brother Feng!"

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and Long Wei sighed: "Has he not gone back yet?"

Yang Xiruo was stunned, and quickly said: "Hi Uncle Long, my Brother Feng, isn't he..."

"When he goes back, please take good care of him, please..." After the heavy voice, the phone was hung up. Yang Xiruo grabbed the microphone in a daze, the uneasiness in her heart was magnified countless times.

"Little Ruoruo, what's the matter?" Duanmu Yiren came out with a fruit plate, put it on the table, and asked with a light smile.

Yang Xiruo bit the corner of her mouth lightly, put down the phone slowly, her heart beating faster and faster.

On Phoenix Street at night, there are very few vehicles. Under some dim light, a lonely and lonely figure was slowly moving in the middle of the road, every step seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights, and the landing was extremely heavy.

After the screeching sound of brakes, a car that had just turned the corner stopped with difficulty at the moment it almost touched his body. A ferocious, angry yellow man stepped out of the car and rushed viciously into the wind. In front of Xiao: "You fucking court death, do you have eyes!"

As if he hadn't seen him at all, let alone heard what he said, Feng Xiao walked past him in a daze.

Xiao Huangtou, who was ignored, was suffocated and almost burst into flames. His head became hot, and he rushed in front of Feng Xiao, blocking his way, and was about to curse when he suddenly saw Feng Yao in his arms.

"Damn it, it turns out that my wife is dead..."

puff……

An arm ruthlessly pierced his body from the heart... His eyes were protruding, and he fell down with disbelief and fear on his face. There was a big hideous hole in his chest.

There wasn't a trace of blood on his arm, he didn't turn his head, and continued to move forward indifferently, as if he had just trampled to death an insignificant ant.

In the dark, the hearts of the women in black were beating rapidly. They had killed people before, but they had never seen such a cruel and bloody way of killing.

"Hurry up and deal with it...it will be bad if people see it..."

"He...is he really all right?"

"..."

"It's better not to tell the master...she is sad enough."

"well……"

………………

When there was a knock on the door, Yang Xiruo almost ran over and opened the door violently.

The smell of blood rushed towards her face, she just wanted to cover her nose subconsciously, when she suddenly saw Shang Fengxiao's lifeless eyes, her heart trembled suddenly.

"Brother Feng..." She saw Feng Yao's horribly pale face in his arms, and she covered her mouth fiercely.

Feng Xiao walked in with blank eyes, and his steps seemed to be moving forward without a goal.

"Sister Yao'er...is she injured?" She asked in a trembling voice, the little bloodstains...the tattered clothes...the bloodstains on her face...the ashes-like eyes...her heart sank violently , sinking again...

"She... fell asleep..." Feng Xiao replied dreamily, moving slowly.

Yang Xiruo's eyes were spinning for a while, and she held the door of the house with all her strength to prevent her body from falling down due to the sudden loss of strength.

"Master..." The first time she saw him, Shui Rourou's face turned pale, and she called timidly... At this time, he was so strange. It made her so scared that she wanted to cry.

As soon as Duanmu Yiren walked out of the room, she immediately felt the extremely oppressive aura, which made her almost unable to breathe... He was a complete stranger, and Xiruo and Rourou's reactions... She suddenly understood something, her heart Instantly sank to the bottom.

He finally stopped and stood there like a fossil. The whole living room was eerily quiet.

The crystal brilliance flickered, and an ice coffin exuding a faint cold air appeared in front of Feng Xiao. In the past, it was retrieved from the extreme glacier to protect Shui Rourou's body, but now...

Vaguely, he thought of Fengyao's bewildered eyes and ethereal voice...

"If one day I lose my life, I really want to rest in peace."

"There is always a time when people grow old... If that day comes, I really hope that I can see my brother go before me, and then I can hold my brother's body and lie in the ice coffin... In that case, even if there is no life , we can still stay together for thousands of years..."

Gently put her body into the ice coffin... At the moment when the two bodies were separated, he seemed to hear the sound of his own soul floating away.

"Never...will never let you leave me..."

I used to think that I was strong enough to withstand any setbacks and blows. Even when my adoptive father died, I didn't shed a single tear... But it wasn't until I lost you that I realized that I was so fragile, as fragile as Thin ice that shatters at the touch of a touch...

Why should I persist in seeking revenge...Why should I persist in finding the secret of the reincarnation world...Why should I try to accept that family affection...Why did I not cherish the time spent with you every minute and every second...Forever Accompanying you... It turns out that what I have been persistent and pursued is so insignificant compared to your smile.

Few worlds, boundless. Looking forward to the evening, looking forward to the morning. For those who lose their minds, every moment of time is suffering. Tell me, how can I change the time secretly, change back the moment when I was with you, hold you tightly with all my strength and all my heart, and stop you from disappearing in front of my eyes! Whisper my pain, my regret... Never separate!

Her face slowly became blurred in sight, her consciousness was slowly stripped away, her soul seemed to be slowly leaving her body... going away...

Feng Xiao's eyes went dark, and he fell down heavily.

"Brother Feng!" Yang Xiruo struggled and rushed to his side, tried to lift him up, but was horrified to find that his eyes were still open, but there was no trace of expression inside... His body was terribly cold.

"Rourou, Yiyi..."

The three delicate girls supported his seemingly lifeless body and put him on the big bed. He just stared at the ceiling in a daze, his whole body was as still as stagnant water, he didn't even show any signs of breathing, as if he had died.

"Help me...help me send Sister Yao'er here." Yang Xiruo said calmly, two deep piles of snow were buried deep in her eyes.

The ice coffin where Fengyao was lying quietly was moved by the three girls to the side of the bed, beside him.

In the ice coffin, her beautiful body, like a fairy and dream, is reflected by the faint glacier. Even the words "beautiful and beautiful" can hardly describe her beauty.

The choked Shui Rourou couldn't hold back anymore, and the pear blossoms were crying with rain.

"How could this be..." Duanmu Yiren caressed Feng Xiao's stiff face, and said in a daze.

Yang Xiruo turned around, tears overflowing, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Master, he...he will wake up soon, won't he..." Shui Rourou gently pulled Yang Xiruo's clothes, and asked sobbing.

Yang Xiruo's face was pale, and she bit her lip and said in a miserable voice: "Brother Feng is the strongest person in the world, he can withstand all setbacks and difficulties...but, sister Yao'er... that's his fate... ..."

She died, and his heart also died with her...

Looking at Feng Xiao's empty eyes, she couldn't imagine the future of this warm home.

The beautiful dream seemed to be broken in an instant.

Wiping away her tears, she stood up, took a deep breath, and looked at Feng Xiao and Feng Yao who were equally quiet, her wet eyes gradually became firm. "Sisters...don't cry...we can't live without this family, we, we can, we will call Brother Feng back..."

Shui Rourou burst into tears, Duanmu Yiren nodded with tears in her eyes. She who has fully integrated into this family is no longer as cold and arrogant as before. At this moment, she wanted to cry helplessly. I gave him my body, mind, and life completely. If he collapsed, I might have no reason to live.

Enduring the cold, Xi Ruo and Rou Rou gently peeled off Feng Yao's torn and blood-stained clothes bit by bit, revealing a perfect body like snow jade. Then, she was changed into a flowing and flamboyant snow-white dress, and the skirt was covered with almost transparent icy silver sand. Feng Yao usually only wears this beautiful dress for him to see.

"I want...Brother Feng to see his most beautiful Yao'er every day. She really just fell asleep...and didn't leave us..."

"Who killed Sister Yao'er?" Shui Rourou was still weeping softly, her voice was desolate and weak.

Yang Xiruo's eyes flashed decisively: "No matter who it is...we will not let anyone hurt Brother Feng again...no one!"

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