Legend of the Asura

Today, in the book review area, I saw a certain strong man saying whether Feng Yao saw another man after waking up. Damn, you can imagine this kind of plot, it's almost forcing a high-quality, high-grade, high-character expert like me to curse! )

The golden starlight floating like a firefly dissipated quickly, shattering like an illusion, taking away the aura belonging to Xuanyuan Wan'er.

With a muffled sound, Feng Xiao fell to his knees on the ground, staring blankly at the front, his hands still maintained the position of holding her before, unwilling to believe that she really left him just like that.

A quaint epee fell from the sky, and with a "clang" sound it was inserted into the ground in front of Feng Xiao. At this moment, Xuanyuan has lost the golden glow that exudes the aura of a king, but has turned into a simple copper color, and the lines on the hilt and body of the sword have also become blurred, just like the first time Feng Xiao saw Xuanyuan. time form. It's just that at the beginning it was completely sealed off by seven seals, but now it has lost all its power.

Tianxuan whose power has been emptied? Sealed Xuanyuan Sword: Tianxuan whose divine power has been completely emptied? The sealed Xuanyuan Sword cannot be repaired in any way. Effect: Attack +1.

Xuanyuan Sword, once one of the top ten ancient artifacts in the East, with the title of "Strongest Power", has been completely turned into a piece of scrap iron at this time.

Feng Xiao stretched out his hands tremblingly, and gently pulled it out from the ground. His hands were cold and heavy, but they no longer had the air of a king that made people want to submit to the sword. His five fingers slowly slid across the sword, slightly as if he was stroking a sleeping baby.

Another tear fell, and it fell on Xuanyuanjian who had lost its light.

Wan'er is gone... I will never feel her existence again, never see her fairy shadow, and never hear her "Brother Feng" who seems to never get tired of calling her.

He who didn't know what tears were before, has slowly become aware of his fragility at some point. Yao'er left, he was distraught, his fragile heart couldn't face the piercing pain, so he escaped, closed his consciousness, and made countless people cry for him. Now that Xuanyuan Wan'er has left, he sheds tears again - in fact, he has always been so fragile, and he was once strong only because no one pulled the string in his heart.

"I should have thought... I should have thought long ago, Wan'er would give everything for me, if it was as simple as building a lost formation, she would have told me the moment Yao'er left, how could she wait until the moment of Yao'er's departure?" today……"

As if his soul had come out of his body, he muttered involuntarily, deep pain and self-blame pinched his nerves.

Wan'er just went there, just to make him return to the original him.

At hand is the circular magic circle condensed into a solid body by the power of Xuanyuan. The surrounding magic circle is covered with a thick layer of golden light, making it impossible for Feng Xiao to see all of it. He can only vaguely see that the magic circle has four legs. In the shape of a tripod, surrounding the center where the golden light is obviously more intense,

The real Lost Formation has a diameter of more than ten meters, but its diameter is only half a meter, because after all, it is only condensed from Xuanyuan, whose ability is mostly sealed, but even so, it still has the ability to urge Nuwa Stone to "resurrect". The ability of the "Formation of Resurrection" can barely activate the "Formation of Resurrection", and it will cause cruel punishment far greater than that of the normal Lost Formation.

Feng Xiao's eyes were still a little empty, he carefully picked up the ball of golden light, a familiar breath came into his heart from the palm of his hand, his face became more painful - this was with all the strength of Xuanyuan, with Wan'er In exchange for her existence, it represents the only hope of bringing Yao'er back to life.

However, the ecstasy that should have been there has now completely deteriorated.

"Wan'er... How do you ask me to repay your love..."

The sad voice went away with the wind, bringing up pieces of desolation.

The "Lost Formation" was sent into the demon refining pot by him. It is a physical magic circle condensed by the power of Xuanyuan. Unless it is used, it will never dissipate.

The space became oppressive, the flow of air seemed to become dull and relaxed, and the wind gradually stopped whistling. As the golden glow completely dispersed, the white wolves who had been watching the excitement also withdrew their gazes and continued their bored wandering. The only thing that remains the same is the man who knelt on the ground, as if his soul had completely come out of his body.

Wan'er's departure was like stabbing a sword in his heart, which made him heartbroken, and also made him wake up painfully, and the memories switched chaotically while awake.

Because of herself, in order to wake herself up, Wan'er just went there, with attachment and satisfaction, as well as infinite regret and reluctance.

It was I who ruined Wan'er... Feng Xiao closed her eyes in pain, she followed and accompanied her, and gave silently all the time, until she completely formed a habit of giving to her—until she gave All of himself, erasing his own existence.

Half a year ago, Yao'er left him, and his world completely collapsed, so he escaped, closed his consciousness in pain, fell into the way of Shura in pain, made his soul dead, and fought with him by killing and killing. Violently erasing the sadness—yes, he was freed, not only would he no longer feel the pain, but instead enjoyed the thrill of killing that only belonged to Shura, but selfishly dumped countless sorrows to those who cared about him.

During the six months when he was comatose, the information from the outside world was still transmitted to his mind spontaneously through the voice, engraved in his mind like a sculpture. At this time, he can clearly recall what he heard during that time. everything of.

Shui Rourou, as her name suggests, has always been a soft and weak girl like water, she always loves to cry, she will lie in his arms and cry when she is happy, and she will also lie in his arms when she is sad. He cried miserably in his arms. But in those six months, she rarely cried. I don't know how many times, he heard her desperately suppressing her tears, and said to him: "Rourou will definitely listen to sister Xiruo and won't cry, because Rourou still has to cook for the young master, bathe the young master, Changing clothes, trimming hair, and waiting for the young master to wake up soon..."

Every day, she spends the longest time with him. Often, she takes the scissors and trims his completely white long hair one by one, thinking: "Master, Rourou prefers you to grow long hair." As for the hair, before the young master wakes up, can I keep it long..."

Duanmuyiren, in front of others, she is still so arrogant and cold, even indifferent and exclusive, even in that half a year, she was as calm as ever, without much emotional fluctuation. But only Feng Xiao knows that when the other girls are not around, she always rests her head on his almost cold chest, caressing his face, and whispering softly: "Wake up, okay? I can do a lot better now." Dish, know how to wash clothes, how to clean up the room...and also serve my man very well. When you wake up, I will obediently be your best, most obedient, and non-jealous little lover, okay?"

She had already forgotten that she was once the eldest lady of Duanmu's family, and her heart and body were firmly attached to him—even though he selfishly threw all his sorrows on them for Yao'er's sake.

Yang Xiruo, this originally weak girl who was extremely dependent on him no matter what she did, completely changed. She lost her support, even her own pillar. She did not fall down, and she completely put away her fragile side. He took on the role of the master of the house, and took up the crumbling home with his delicate shoulders. Without her, Rou Rou and Yi Ren might have already collapsed. Her heart-wrenching whispers echoed countless times in her ears. Only in front of him would she be so vulnerable and unscrupulous.

Baby, she wants to study and accompany her mother, but every day, she will take a long car ride to see him, because for her, nothing in this world can be more important than him. At first, she always cried, but later, she stopped crying, but held his hand every day, telling him seriously about her cuteness and progress, and conveying her heart to him with her still immature hands. .

Because my mother said that my brother will definitely come back, so I can't cry.

Chen Binger, during those six months, he could clearly feel her presence every day. When she was by his side, she never spoke, and only used her cold body to convey her infatuation and longing. Although the body is cold, but the eyes are warm enough to melt any ice. In the past six months, in order to protect the safety of him and the girls, except for entering the world of "Reincarnation", she rarely left him, and even went back to her original home a few times, because she swore that as long as she was there, Don't let him suffer even a little damage, she can't bear the same blow again.

Xiao Tongying, in half a year, she only saw him once, that time, she pinched his ear with her sharp nails, and said viciously: "My sister is so tired every day that she dies because of you, but you Sleep here, and when you wake up, I will definitely not let you go."

In front of him, she was still the witch of the Xiao family that everyone feared, but as her voice came in, what was the warm water dripping on his face...

Also, that Xiao Tian who swore to follow him forever. Yao'er's death will inevitably make him suffer from heart-pounding pain, and at the same time, he must bear countless pressures. Supporting Fengcheng, supporting the external affairs of the Longfeng Group—even under tremendous pressure to prepare for the World Martial Arts Conference that is related to the future of China, each one is enough to easily crush an ordinary person, but he is so silent He has never complained about his sufferings to anyone, and he has never thought of letting others share his burden, because he dare not and cannot be negligent in the slightest.

For half a year, each of them suppressed their suffering in their hearts, and faced each day with the most comfortable side. For so long, none of them fell... because when they fell, they No one to take care of him, protect him, no one to bathe him, feed him... and the uninterrupted call.

In an instant, he burst into tears again.

They are all so strong, only myself, chose to escape, chose to fall, and only woke up leisurely after Wan'er gave her life.

Who am I worthy of?

His heart ached more and more until he became numb from the pain. He looked at the ground and suddenly laughed sadly like a maniac...

The once strong is just a fragile coat, after peeling off, what is revealed is weakness and selfishness. He woke up, laughing at himself in pain. He finally understood why people always like to laugh desolately after being greatly stimulated. Because it is a mockery and epiphany to fate and to oneself.

After laughing, he knelt there quietly like a stone sculpture, his whole body, only his white hair dancing in the wind, venting a touch of sadness.

Grief can make a person mature quickly, and more maturity requires greater grief.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally lowered his head and stood up slowly. At the same time as he got up, a drop of water fell on the ground.

"This is my last tear in this life..."

He raised his head and looked at the sky. There was no trace of water on his face, nor was there any trace of sadness and confusion. After venting, he found his way back.

The bronze-colored Xuanyuan appeared in his hand, he looked at it silently, a warm smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Wan'er, wait for me... no matter how hard it is, I will bring you back .I said no one can take you away from me—no one!"

After enjoying the wind with his eyes closed for a while, he calmly glanced around and left the world of "Reincarnation".

The way to leave is still to log off as an order. From the beginning to the end, he had no time to think that even his body had entered the world of reincarnation.

Serious reminder! ! The next chapter, and the next chapter, must be read carefully with eyes wide open, and it is best not to miss a single word. Because in just two chapters, countless big holes have been filled-attention, it is a big hole! If you feel inexplicable after reading it, then go to review the full text immediately from the first chapter obediently. )

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