Legend of the Asura

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This is a room with all kinds of complicated books and all kinds of cute dolls, big or small. Combined, it gives people an extremely weird feeling. The door of the room was closed tightly, and there were two figures, one old and one young, standing in the room. The old Xu Changbeituo is nearly sixty years old, and the young one looks only about three or four years old.

"Uncle Huang, look, I'm still fine and fine, nothing happened." Duanmu Xiao raised his head and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Huang Yisheng didn't speak, he stretched out his withered right hand slowly and firmly, grabbed Duan Muxiao's clenched left hand, then grabbed it to his chest, and forced it away.

The delicate and pale palms and fingertips were covered with beehive-like scars of different sizes, shocking.

The corners of Huang Yisheng's eyes became moist, and his withered old hands trembled violently, his heart ached like a needle.

"Xiao'er, why are you bothering!" Clenching his little hand tightly, he almost felt the pain in his heart.

Duanmu Xiao shook his head nonchalantly, with a smile still on his face: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. Uncle Huang said that if you fall asleep, you may never wake up again, so..." His eyes Eyes bent: "I will definitely not let myself fall asleep."

So... when the weakness of the body and the impact of exhaustion made him almost fall down, he used the needle to pierce his fingers and palms again and again... Ten fingers connected to the heart, only that kind of pain can make him truly Sober and forget about sleepiness.

Huang Yisheng squatted down and supported his shoulders with trembling hands: "Tell Uncle Huang, how long have you not slept?"

Duanmu Xiao's gaze panicked and dodged for a moment.

"Three months, isn't it?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Well," Duanmu Xiao nodded slightly, but then shook his head with a quick smile: "It's okay, Uncle Huang, look, I'm in a very good spirit now, really good. With the magical drink of Longfeng Group, Not sleepy at all."

Huang Yisheng shook his head with a wry smile: "A person can always maintain vigorous energy, but he must never sleep without sleep!!!"

Three months, this can no longer be called a miracle, but... a miracle!

His almost exhausted vitality originally decided that he should die three months ago, but... just because of his words, he has persisted in this cruel way until now.

How could he not see that Duanmu Xiao's vitality at this time was frighteningly fragile, as fragile as a blister that would burst when blown, and it was already a great miracle to be alive.

What kind of will, what kind of persistence made him persist in such a cruel way until now.

When turning around, Huang Yisheng choked up.

"Uncle Huang is useless!" He lowered his head guiltily, and his steps were extremely heavy. His medical skills are unparalleled in the world, but he can't save the one he loves the most. He no longer has the face to bear the title of "medical sage" that he was once proud of.

"Uncle Huang." Duanmu Xiao stopped him: "Don't tell anyone. If I see my mother sad, I will definitely let myself fall asleep."

Another cruel threat, Huang Yisheng nodded, and walked away with heavy steps.

The moment the door was closed, the old man burst into tears.

Another needle pierced his finger, Duanmu Xiao's heavy eyelids opened suddenly, pain flashed across his face, but was soon replaced by a smile.

"He... is back, I'm sure, and you'll be taking Mom away soon... soon."

"How can I fall asleep without seeing my mother happy..."

He smiled softly, his eyes were clouded with tears at some point. Every day, he has to use his own wisdom to fabricate too many reasons to deceive his mother, and to do all kinds of cover-ups to hide it from everyone... Everything is to wait for one person. That wonderful premonition told him that he would come to him soon...

Feng Xiao disappeared from the real world, completely disappeared.

I searched all the corners I could find, and even filtered the surveillance video of all the streets in half of Jinghua City, but I didn't find him at all. He evaporated from the world like air.

"Where did he go? Could it be that he... even his body has entered reincarnation?" Xiao Tian shook his befuddled brain, puzzled by his worries.

Chen Binger was silent.

The world of reincarnation is filled with too many unbelievable things, they have long known it. But there is always a limit to this "unbelievable".

"Is there a way to go to Dongpu?" Chen Binger asked suddenly, referring to the world of reincarnation.

Xiao Tian spread his hands helplessly: "Only the boss's kind of terrorist attack that can instantly kill a super god level can break through the national border, we...don't even think about it."

"I'm leaving first, I'm going to report the situation to my elder sister, and then see if I can find the boss through other means." Xiao Tian got up and left the Feng family villa.

"Woo~~"

Just as Xiao Tian left, the tears that Shui Rourou endured for a long time flowed out. Duanmuyiren comforted softly: "Don't be sad, he is so powerful, no one can hurt him, he will definitely come back soon."

"But...but, no one cooks for the young master, I'm afraid he will be very hungry... woo~"

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Under the cold air continuously released by the Wannian Xuanbing, the fragrant and fragrant room kept a special kind of coolness all year round. In the ice coffin as crystal clear as crystal, Feng Yao wore a white white dress with a peaceful smile on her lips. Lying quietly in the ice of ten thousand years for a full six months, her skin seems to have become more flawless, and the beauty is so beautiful that it makes people enchanted... heartbroken.

"Sister Yao'er, what should I do." Yang Xiruo crouched beside the ice coffin, murmuring helplessly.

………………

a day later.

All Dongying people will never forget this day, because of this day. Hatred, fear, trembling, shame... All kinds of nightmares started suddenly like this.

After walking all night in confusion, Shura bumped into a transparent barrier again. Without hesitation, red light exploded all over his body, and the Demon God Sword in his hand ruthlessly destroyed a huge gap in the national border of the Dongying War Zone.

As Shura flew in, the system notification that Shura would return to the East Ocean War Zone resounded throughout the world, causing a lot of chaos in the entire East Ocean Continent. Countless people who were looking for Shura's whereabouts quickly turned their attention to the East Ocean War Zone.

After crossing the national border of the Japanese war zone, there was still a boundless ocean. Shura showed a strange and sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. He retracted Xiaobai, his whole body flashed with white light, and disappeared in place.

The place where he reappeared can be said to be the most densely populated area of ​​Japanese players.

The Imperial City of the Eastern Ocean Continent—the center of the square of the Imperial City, used to be here, and he trampled on the dignity of all the Eastern Ocean players.

The moment he appeared, the alarm bells of Tianhuang City rang. As the "No. 1 Criminal" of Tianhuang City, as long as he sets foot in Tianhuang City, he will be the target of being arrested with all his strength.

The central plaza of Tenkojo City is bustling with activity. As soon as Shura's dazzling black attire appeared, it attracted the attention of nearby players, but before they could scream in surprise, a jet-black curved sword aura that was like half a moon and even vaguely mixed with the smell of blood swept across their bodies.

In an instant, several players within three meters of Shura's body were chopped off in half.

This is not an era of smoldering smoke and heroes. When this murderous scene appeared in sight, people who were accustomed to a comfortable and harmonious society instinctively panicked and confused. For a moment, the crowded square was in chaos, filled with voiceless roars of men and terrified cries of women. What they can accept, after all, is only the kind of battle that is judged by numbers and attributes.

Japan is a brutal nation, and no one in the world denies this. But this kind of ferocity is only manifested at the moment when they are masters. When others are fully capable of mastering their destiny, they will behave more humble and cowardly than ordinary people. So, in just a second, there was almost a crack in their hearts.

Shura's instinctive resentment and murderous intent shot out at the groups of people fleeing in a hurry in his sight.

Shura entered the Dao by killing, but if it wasn't because someone stood in front of him or provoked him actively, he wouldn't take the initiative to draw his sword and splatter blood. But...he didn't understand why he wanted to kill so much, wanted to kill all the people and all the creatures here, without leaving a single one behind.

He flew up and caught up with the fleeing crowd in an instant. The black long sword in his hand had circles of blood-colored ripples and a sharp sound of piercing through the air. A group of players passed by, the sound of sharp weapons piercing the flesh could be heard endlessly, without using any skills, all relying on the extremely fast speed and the ruthless swing of the Demon God Sword. Take away a life.

Shura's coercion shrouded the terrifying range, and the smell of blood became heavier and heavier. Countless fleeing players desperately wanted to log off, but failed in despair, and more players had already forgotten where they were. world.

Merciless killing needs no reason, no hesitation, no mercy, nothing. Under the sunlight, the blood looked extraordinarily coquettish.

And in this massacre, Shura's target is----everyone in sight...everyone! Be it players, npcs, anything. Those silver guards who appeared beside Shura with serious faces before they could see the world clearly were all killed by Shura's demon sword.

Every time Shura swung his sword, there would be several extremely shrill screams. The horror of the screams made people tremble violently, almost falling down while running.

Thus, the appearance of only one person caused countless Japanese players to escape like chickens without their heads. This is the instinctive fear triggered by the stimulation of blood.

In the chaotic crowd, shouts of "Let's go, kill Shura" came out from time to time, but they were immediately drowned out by the boundless sound waves.

Perhaps because he finally realized the seriousness of the problem, a captain of the golden bodyguard went out in person. The moment he stood beside Shura, a bloody light streaked from above to below his line of sight... At the moment before he died, he clearly He saw the blood line on his chest that evenly divided his body.

He was actually killed in seconds... This was his last thought before he died.

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