Legend of the Asura

"Big Brother, you are coming out." The wind just came out of the game cabin and heard the soft voice of the evening.

If the eve is half lying on the sand, the blurred eyes look in his direction, and the eyes are swaying with ecstasy.

Once, she thought that she had no right to love, even if she fell in love with a boy at first sight, but she did not have the slightest hope and courage. However, when the man appeared next to her once and for all, she gave her a surprise, gave her hope of life, gave her the warmth of her family, and the hope of her heart, began to slowly begin to sprout.

"I really disobeyed and removed from the room, I am not afraid of scratching my body!"

In Yang Xiruo’s exclamation, she was already picked up by the waist and gently sent back to the room. Feng Yao quietly looked at his favorite brother and new sister, his face was always with a shallow smile, and a trace of worry.

Today is the seventh.

At dinner time, quietly passed in a warm atmosphere. The wind quickly put down the bowl and the soup spoon, and walked out of the room in the eyes of Yang Xiruo.

The wind smashed back and looked at the stars, and there were countless complicated lights in the eyes, like memories, seemingly cherished, painful, hateful, seemingly confused, and firm.

At this time of the month, he will stand on the balcony and watch the moon in the sky until midnight.

Time passed quietly, and Yang Xiruo had already slept. Feng Yao held a few stacks of neat clothes and walked quietly to the wind.

"Brother, come back soon."

"Yao, don't worry about me, go to bed earlier." The wind gently pinched her little nose.

"Yeah!" Feng Yao smiled, gently changing the clothes for him, and finally put a mask on his face gently and carefully.

The wind smacked a kiss on Feng Yao’s face, and the body had turned into a shadow, passing through the open window and sneaking into the night.

Feng Yao returned to the room, quietly watching the evening if I saw the elegant sleeping position of the pity, but did not feel sleepy.

......

"For four months, it is finally our turn. I don't know who it will be." Nalan blinked in pain, fear and helplessness.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Grandpa was still in the room. Nalan was shocked and hurriedly rushed in: "Grandpa, why are you still here, leave soon, the shadow wind is going to kill the people of Na Yue Shan Villa, as long as If you are out of here, there will be no danger."

At the Nayue Mountain Villa, the Nalan family is at the headquarters of Jinghua. The ruler is the second brother of Nalan, who is now the owner of the Nalan family. He has two grandchildren: Nalan Yihong and Nalan Yixuan.

Nalan waved her hand and said in a calm voice: "All the people have not left, guarded here, how can I leave. And, everyone who kills the shadows will not be a very important person, he The purpose is to make us fear and let us despair."

"Where our four great families have offended the shadows, we must treat them like this." Nalan Yihong gnashed his teeth.

"I don't know, no one knows." Nalan shook her head in pain. For three years, the Blood Emperor Shadows will kill a family of four great families every month, and the time is surprisingly fixed - 11:5 o'clock midnight on the 7th of each month. Before each action, he will pass the information of the hunting target in various ways, let the other party taste the fear - because, no matter how careful, how strict guardian, the **** shadow has never been lost, always At the scheduled time, the scheduled time accurately takes away a life. What people can see is only a flying feather with a red glow.

Everyone at Na Yue Villa remembers yesterday's scene clearly.

Liu Shi (Liu Baume), who was married to the Ximen family’s Nalan Yiping to perform secret missions, stumbled and ran to Na Yue Villa yesterday. Everyone said: “The blood emperor’s shadow is about to descend to Na Yue Villa, take away A life that should not exist."

No matter what others said to her, what she did to her, she did not respond at all, just repeated the same sentence, and finally, finally fainted to the ground. When I woke up, I completely lost my sense of action and became a thoroughly vegetative person.

"Honger, what time is it."

"11:30."

"All the people who are still in the village, all gathered in the hall, we can't be scared by the reputation of the blood emperor, and we can't sit still, everyone gathers together to see how he starts." Nalan Station Get up, the bones are squeaking.

"Yes, Grandpa."

......

The halls of Nayue Mountain Villa are crowded with people, but they are surprisingly quiet. Several leaders are taking the lead to count the number of people.

"The second is the family, the number is a lot, all here." Jin Tangzhu respectfully reported.

"Good! Let all the people wait and see, watch the movements around, and don't distract." Nalan solemnly issued an order.

"Yes, the second is the home." Jin, Mu, water, fire, and earth five church owners immediately acted, concentrated all the people in the center of the hall, the elite of the Nalan family was outside, the church owner was in the middle, Nalan and two A young master is tightly in the middle.

The needles in the hall can be heard, and only the heartbeat of different frequencies can be heard faintly. In the past ten minutes and a second, these people’s heartbeats are getting faster and faster, and the hands of Nalan’s elite who hold swords and even firearms are beginning to sweat.

The powerful Nalan family's Jinghua resident, but with more than 200 people, is worried about one person, but they do not feel any exaggeration or embarrassment, because the other party is the **** shadow.

Time has already pointed to eleven to forty-nine, and there is still no movement. Everyone is relieved a little, so that even the **** shadow has not gone down.

"Oh, I don't think the shadow will come. We are surrounded by a group, and even if it is a god, we dare not rush in." Jintang master laughed and eased the tension in the hall.

"Yeah, I think so too." The wooden lord also took a long sigh of relief and suddenly felt a slight breeze drifting from his nose. He puzzled and touched his nose. He asked strangely: "Hey? Here is the clear How can there be wind? Jintang Lord, do you feel it?... Jintang Lord?... Jintang Lord?... Ah-Jin Jintang is dead, Jintang Lord is dead!!"

The voice of the wooden lord is like a thunder, which shocks everyone on the spot. He only feels a cold air in the spine - a closed hall, a quiet atmosphere, an impenetrable defense, and a silent voice under the eyes of two hundred people. Interestlessly killing a lord who is surrounded by the middle - is this the horror of the **** shadow?

The main body of the wooden hall was fissure, and he fell down on the ground. He couldn’t understand why he was talking to himself a few seconds ago. He died silently under his eyes, and he could not see it. A trace of scars and blood.

The Eastern Blood Emperor, killing people without blood. A person who can die with a wound that does not leave blood without leaving marks can be called a real blood emperor.

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