Legend of the Asura

This is a space that is not too big, and it is very neatly packed. The faint scent of the medicine floating in the air makes the wind frown slightly.

"Who are you?" Yang Aotian's look is even more gloomy, because the moment the other party broke in, he did not even have the ability to block.

Master of high hands!

"Let the irrelevant people go out, I just want to talk to you alone." The windy, lazy man leaned on the sand, his middle-aged woman with his eyes stunned and closed his eyes. There was a trace of strangeness in her body that made him very uncomfortable.

Yang Aotian did not speak, snorted, and kept a close eye on each other's every move. Half a minute later, the middle-aged woman finally realized the opening: "You talk, I go out to buy food."

There are only two people left in the room, one is closed and the eyes are refreshing, one face is uncertain, and the atmosphere is strange and quiet.

Yang Aotian has already flashed countless thoughts in his heart. The other party has a significantly higher skill than himself. He can't see his bottom.

Who is this person, why do you know your name, and how to find it here.

Is the sister let him come?

Yang Aotian immediately vetoed the idea.

Finally, the wind stretched out a long stretch, slightly opened his eyes, a pair of just woke up, seeing the face of a gloomy Yang Aotian, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he saw him.

"Oh, this is not Yang brother, why are you standing here? Come and talk."

The enthusiasm is very enthusiasm, as if you are the master of this family, but also let the seat is poured tea.

The muscles of Yang Aotian’s face twitched and moved, forcing the impulse to smash the floor, and sitting heavily across the wind.

"Speak your purpose!"

The wind is still a lazy, sloppy expression. It seems to be a bit of a distraction. "You thought I wanted to come. In order to find the ghost where the bird is not pulling, my legs are running fast."

"No one wants you to come." Yang Aotian said disdainfully, but the heart of the guard was slightly reduced. This is a man who has no danger at all.

"How do you know that no one is asking me to come? If it is not to save your sister who is going to be fragrant, I have to run this long way for eight hundred years." Feng Li said with a look of grievance.

Yang Aotian stood up fiercely and looked at him with a dark face. The wind smirked and looked straight at his gaze.

"You know a lot." Yang Aotian's eyes are complicated.

"Oh, more than you think."

"Why should I believe in you."

My sister’s illness is the clearest because she is not sick at all!

For three months, he took his sister almost to all the major hospitals in China, and almost all the famous doctors in China, but the result was no exception. His sister was not weak except for her physical weakness. However, my sister's vitality is still weak day by day, the spirit is wilting day by day, and the little lingering eyes left by the empty eyes are getting weaker and weaker. A week ago, an old doctor told him that her vitality is absolutely perfect. But ten days. the reason? The old doctor shook his head and didn't know.

He is dead, the only thing he can do is to spend the last time with his sister. What makes him a little gratified is that a week ago, the appearance of a game fulfilled him, so that she could see the light again, fly free again, and once again reveal a long-lost smile.

In the final moment, let her spend freely in the game.

Then, the meaning of your incompetent brother's life is only one - revenge!

But now, suddenly there is one person, a person who has only seen it once, saying that he can cure his sister...

I can't believe it... vigilance... there is still a renewed hope...

"I didn't ask you to believe me, if you want your sister's life, you have the final say." It doesn't matter if you look like a wind. He doesn't think that this man will give up this opportunity.

"...what do you have!"

"No purpose, just because I think. To be honest, I am a very rare business person, this time it is cheaper."

"Well, I am too lazy to marry you, give you 5 seconds to consider time, do you want your sister's life to be casual, after 5 seconds, you are kneeling down and begging me, I will not save her." Impatient look.

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"Wait a minute!" Yang Aotian reached out and stopped him. He finally gritted his teeth: "You come with me."

Hopefully is better than giving up directly. If you can't hold it for a few days, there will be no worse results. Moreover, his eyes told me that he did not seem to open his mouth.

The wind shook a little and followed.

"This is my sister's room." Yang Aotian looked at him in a complicated way. "If you really saved my sister, I am proud of you for a lifetime, but if..."

Yang Aotian Chang Shu breathed a sigh of relief, did not say anything more, pushed open the door.

A scent of flowers and plants is mixed with a touch of medicinal scent. The slender figure sitting on the bed heard someone coming in, laboriously opened his eyes, and asked gently: "Aunt Liu, is that you?"

"If so, how do you sit up." Yang Aotian ran to the bed with a distressed heart, and put Yang Xiruo down and lay down.

"Brother, it's okay," Yang Xiruo smiled sweetly: "I just want to know how much strength I have, you see, I succeeded."

The windy heart trembled.

He walked gently to the bed, her face was still so pale, her breath was still weak, and her eyes without focal length were filled with love and longing for life.

A game helmet lay quietly on the edge of the bed, and it became the only sustenance of the girl's hope.

"Beauty, guess who I am?" The sound of the wind is soft like the wind, as if afraid to disturb this fragile girl.

Yang Xiruo's body trembled, and the godless eyes suddenly radiated a strange brilliance. She smiled and smiled beautifully.

"You are the wind, because I remember your voice." The same tone, the same answer.

"Well, thank you for remembering me." At that moment, he seemed to see the angel.

Yang Aotian said nothing, but his heart set off waves. It seems that from a long time ago, he did not see his sister laughing so heartily.

The light of hope in Yang Aotian’s heart is brighter, at least, he will not harm his sister.

"Yang brothers, are you willing to believe me?" Looking at Yang Aotian's eyes, the wind said sincerely.

Yang Aotian did not answer, but also looked directly at him, waiting for the following.

"I don't want anyone to bother, I hope you can stay outside, don't let anyone come in, including yourself." The wind said solemnly.

Yang Aotian glanced at his sister and nodded slightly.

"Thank you... but if you do something that you shouldn't do, even if you chase the end of the earth, I will take your life."

Did not explain anything to her sister, Yang Aotian walked out of the room and took the door.

"Wind... Big Brother, are you coming to cure me?" Yang Xiru tried hard to sit up and was gently pressed by the wind.

"If you are a sister, do you believe me?" said the wind.

"Well! I believe, I believe that Feng Brother can cure me."

Without any hesitation or distrust, this kind girl is always giving confidence to others and giving herself confidence.

This man, who had been deeply impressed at the first sight, gave her a sudden happiness today. Even if she died at this moment, she felt no regrets.

"If the younger sister, I may have to touch your body after the meeting, can you?" The wind was so rare that he couldn’t bear to see the existence of this girl.

"Ah--" If the evening whispers, there is a blush on the pale face.

Touching the whole body? How can this be? I have only seen him twice with him...

"Trust me..." Seeing a trace of panic in her eyes, the wind couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"... um." If you bite your lower lip, you can gently agree.

"Let him feel like there is nothing wrong with it." This idea made Xi Xi could not help but blush.

"Call... then let's get started, you just have to lie there and relax your body. Don't be nervous, it won't hurt at all." The wind sighed and sighed as if it had been awkward - good, The little girl promised to touch, otherwise there would be an inexplicable sense of guilt, this feeling, even in the blatant touch of soft chest did not appear.

"Yeah." If the whispered, he closed his eyes.

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