Legend of the Asura

"Sister Moyue!" The baby still smiled sweetly, calling out sweetly. She doesn't know about Moyue, or even Mozu, and she never cares about these things. As long as she can get tired of being with her brother every day, her world will be full, and she doesn't need to care about other things anymore. And the people around her also consciously didn't mention it to her, because she was born to be a girl who had no taint of sin.

The heartstrings were plucked again, and the previous vigilance, irritability, and coldness were completely gone. Her lips trembled a few times, and finally she made a voice: "You...you really want to call me sister?"

"Of course I would."

"You, aren't you afraid that I'm a very bad person?" Mo Yue asked with such a cautious tone.

The baby shook his head slightly: "Sister Moyue was a bit fierce before, but I can feel that my sister must not be a bad person."

Vaguely, the baby felt that there seemed to be a subtle affinity between herself and Moyue, which was why she had been curious and did not leave before. That feeling is very strange, it seems to exist and it seems not to exist, it cannot be expressed in words.

"But, I..." Mo Yue's eyes became complicated, she knew very well that she was an out-and-out villain in the eyes of ordinary people. Or maybe, her crime is too great to be described as evil.

The voice of "Sisi" interrupted what Mo Yue was about to blurt out. Hearing this sound, both of them thought of a snake swimming towards here at the same time.

Just as Mo Yue was about to struggle to pick up the spear at hand, the baby had already stood up before her, "Sister Mo Yue, you seem to be seriously injured, don't get up yet, I will protect you, all the little monsters here So weak."

While speaking, a slender red-threaded snake appeared in sight. This is a little monster with a level of only ten. It accidentally broke into this cave while wandering. A glaring white light flashed in the baby's hand, and she held the Sigh of the Angel in her hand, pointing the gun at the red thread snake that suddenly saw a human being and instinctively wanted to attack.

"I'm sorry, Sister Moyue is injured and cannot be hurt." The baby said apologetically, and pressed the magic gun in his hand, a small dazzling white cannonball shot out, hitting the red thread snake accurately, making it His body turned into ashes in the holy light.

From the moment the baby called out "Angel's Sigh", Mo Yue was completely stunned there.

"Is this the so-called fate?" She looked at the baby and muttered to herself.

Although the color of the magic gun has changed, from the original black light to the holy light, but the unique shape made her recognize it at a glance as the head of the magic suit she used back then—— Magic gun!

Shocked and inspired by the appearance of her own magic spear in front of her eyes, Moyue's eyes quickly swept to other parts of the baby's body——the devil's dark floc, the devil's wings, the devil's dance, the hymn of the devil... Their colors have completely changed, the original dark energy has been completely replaced by the power of light, and their abilities have dropped too much. Even their appearance has undergone obvious changes, becoming more suitable for the angelic girl like the baby , but under Mo Yue's deliberate investigation, the familiar and familiar aura still made her know with certainty that it was the demon suit that belonged to her back then.

She finally understood where the vague sense of kinship that had always been there came from.

Perhaps, this is really a fate destined by God. Mo Yue looked at the baby in a daze.

Fifty thousand years ago, after the Demon Lord was sealed, the seriously injured Demon Moon gritted her teeth and discarded her most precious demon suit in order to completely hide her aura. Unexpectedly, she could see her again today, and it was by such a The girl brought her to her side.

She didn't have the slightest desire to take back the completely changed "demon suit". On the contrary, she was inexplicably delighted to have this wonderful connection between herself and the baby. If the equipment that once belonged to her can help her very well, she doesn't even allow herself to take it back.

"Okay, it's a good thing it's not a very powerful monster." The baby let out a sigh of relief, and happily retracted the angel's sigh.

"Your name is Baobao, right?" Moyue asked softly, she knew her name from Baobao's previous narration. But even she herself didn't realize that her voice was as soft as cotton wool, without the slightest sinister appearance of a demon god.

"En!" The baby responded crisply, and sat back beside Moyue.

"If I was really a bad person, would you still call me sister?"

For the first time, she began to regret the sins she had stained her hands.

The baby shook his head vigorously, and said seriously: "No! Sister Moyue will definitely not be a bad person." She believed in her own feelings, and that feeling came from the magic? Angel suit established between her and Moyue Fantastic connection.

"Sister Moyue is still worried that she will be hated by others?" Bao Bao caught the black spear that Moyue had been holding in her hand, and said, "Sister Moyue has such a cool weapon, it must be very powerful .If Sister Moyue can defeat those bad people and protect those good people, then there must be many, many people who like Sister Moyue."

"Can I really do it?" Moyue clenched the ink gun in her hand. How can the sins of the past be erased so easily.

"It's definitely possible." The baby nodded affirmatively, showing a smile as pure as snow.

Looking at the baby's smile that can melt any sin, Moyue clearly felt that the resentment accumulated in her heart for 50,000 years was dissipating at an incredible speed, and her whole body was slowly covered by that strange but intoxicated Surrounded by warmth.

"Are you an angel who came to save me from the devil?" She looked at the baby in a daze and muttered to herself.

I can't be a good person anymore, so let me protect you... You are my angel, no one can hurt you, no one can!

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It has been too long since he has breathed the air of the real world. Although it is not as pure and pleasant as the world of reincarnation, the faint jasmine in the air and the familiar girl's body fragrance make his heart intoxicated and warmed by it.

He came home. The place where he was standing was the place where he was brought into the world of reincarnation by the yellow light.

Still thinking about why he appeared here instead of in the game room, the door was gently pushed open, revealing a young girl's tender face, but the picture-like face now has a pity Distressed haggard.

Pfft... The thin quilt that Shui Rourou was holding slipped from between her arms and fell to the ground. She opened her eyes wide and stared at him blankly, as if she was in a dream.

"Rou Rou." Feng Xiao's heart seemed to be pricked lightly, with a warm pain, he looked at this infatuated girl with pity, and slowly opened his arms.

Rourou...that familiar and intoxicating call. She hadn't heard it for too long. Shui Rourou's vision of him became more and more blurred until the world turned pale, and unconsciously, she fell obliquely.

Rourou's body, Rourou's heart, she just passed out in the sudden surprise.

Feng Xiao stepped in front of her in a blink of an eye, hugged her soft body gently, and whispered in her ear distressedly: "Rou Rou...Rou Rou, it's me, I'm back, your young master is back It's gone...Xiao Rourou, the young master is hungry and wants to eat the pastry you made, wake up quickly...If you don't wake up, the young master will spank your little butt..."

It's so warm, I just want to sleep like this forever. For so long, this delicate young girl has been through too much suffering, with too much misery and pressure on her shoulders and heart. Seeing him standing in front of her, calling her doting and loving like before, even worse than before. Even softer, the pain and pressure she had accumulated for so long seemed to disappear completely at once, in this familiar embrace, she seemed to go on like this... If this is just a dream, then never, never wake up...

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at him with tears in her eyes, then hugged him tightly, and burst into tears with a "wow".

This timid and weak girl no matter what she did, it was the first time she cried so loudly and desperately, as if she wanted to put away all the sadness, all the grievances, all the thoughts, all the worries, all the things she had accumulated for so long. The pressure is vented out quickly.

Feng Xiao didn't say a word, he held her motionless and let her vent. He knew that he owed her too much, so he would try his best to make it up.

Not long after Shui Rourou's loud cry sounded, two anxious footsteps approached, Feng Xiao raised his head and looked at them with a smile. For them, he feels distressed and regretful.

Is this a dream... Meeting those eyes that seem to have magic power, that face that haunts dreams, the chain of longing in Yang Xiruo's heart suddenly snapped, and she was almost dizzy with happiness, desperate, she She rushed over and hugged him with the greatest strength in her life...

For so long, she thought she had become strong enough, but her eyes were still raining down, and she cried unscrupulously and without reservation. In front of him, she will always be the weakest Ruoruo who wants to rely on him no matter what she does.

Her life was given by her, her home was given by him, her happiness was also given by him, and her whole world was given by him, so how could she live without him. During the six months when he was unconscious, her heart and the world were shattered almost at the same time, but she did not allow herself to fall down, because she still had to support the family and wait for him to come back.

"Ruoruo... I'm sorry, I've suffered for you." He stroked her back and said softly. Yes, during this time, she was really suffering.

"Brother Feng...it's good that you come back...it's good that you come back..."

Yang Xiruo couldn't cry, tears wet her face until she became hoarse from crying. From the beginning to the end, she hugged him tightly, lest he suddenly disappear from her world again.

She finally waited until the day when he returned safely, finally it came.

Duanmuyiren turned around and disappeared from his sight. Looking at her back, Feng Xiao slightly shook his head and gave a wry smile.

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