Legend of the Asura

God's hand went forward, patted his little head gently, and said softly: "Hey, remember not to forget to learn! Come, let Dad take you to upgrade now?"

The little boy dismissed his hand: "Dad, aren't you really stupid? Unless it is a husband and wife, it is impossible to divide the level into ten. You don't want to study all day, I really can't find it now. Going to learn something, don't believe us to compare?"

The hand of God glimpsed and looked at the hand of the last day. He was escalating all day and making suggestions for the gang. I really don't know that it is the case. Seeing the latter smirked and nodded, the hand of God slightly stunned, and then laughed happily: "There is a great child, your father, I am willing to go down the wind, hahahaha..."

If these words come from the mouth of an ordinary three-year-old child, it is estimated that they will intimidate a group of people. Clear and fluent language, meticulous logic, matching dripping look, inadvertent arrogance - these, simply can not be a three-year-old child can have.

However, these words were spoken from Duanmu’s Duanmu’s mouth, but no one on the scene showed a strange expression.

When other babies only shrink in the cries, he is already curious about the world with his own eyes; when other children are learning the language, he has already recited the Tang poems three hundred; When the child is toddler, he can already catch the flying butterfly lightly; when other children have just learned 1+1=2, he has already padd the complicated calculus formula on the straw with the tender little hand; The child knows that when it rains on a cloudy day, he is already explaining the meaning of relativity to his mother clearly; when other children's Mandarin is not quite smooth, he has already understood the language of more than 20 countries.

He is only three years old!

8oo's IQ! When the world's authoritative testers came to this result, he even suspected that he had a fantasy, and he couldn't speak with shock.

Einstein, the greatest physicist in the world, has an IQ of 165. As long as the IQ of an ordinary person reaches 14o, it can be called a genius.

8oo! This number has been completely out of the human sphere, and it is no exaggeration to call it God.

Later, the authoritative person died in unclearness, and this shocking data no longer knew outsiders. Duanmu, who became the pride of the Duanmu family, was cultivated by the Duanmu family as the first wizard in the history of China, and he was adored with thousands of people. The old-fashioned old man of Duanmujia met him and he would change his face. The sky is behind his ass, and he is obedient to him. He can't wait to pick up all the stars and moons in the sky and give him tea.

At the age of three, he has been identified as the future owner of the Duanmu family, and no one objected. Because at first some opponents, all of them were red-faced by the little Duanmu, and they were speechless. And his unique insights from a three-year-old child, all of them make the family shine.

"Hey? Aunt, you seem to be unhappy, are you being bullied?" Duanmu looked curiously at the aunt who had been sullen and sullen.

The proud moon Yi people smiled slightly: "Hey, my aunt was just bullied by a big bad guy called Shura. When the child grows up, he must avenge his aunt!"

The proud moon Yi people rarely reveal her gentle side, or she will only show such expression in front of the baby of this Duanmu home.

"Shu Luo? Is it the Shura that is now being discussed all over the world?" Duanmu's eyes suddenly eagerly eagerly filled with obvious worship.

The hand of God was about to talk, and the eagle came in at the end of the day, and said: "The young master, according to the report of his men, Shura has shot six times in Huang Fengpo, killing more than 80 players who attacked him, and then escaped safely. ""

The brow of God's hand brows: "Sure enough."

“Is there a video? Is there a video!”

Hearing the scream of Xiao Zuzong, the Doom Flying Eagle quickly squeezed a smile and said with respect and respect: "There are some, if the young master is interested, please take it immediately."

"Well, take the camera right away..." Duanmu jumped from his mother's arms and ran back to the inner hall to take the projector inside the game.

Looking at the six hits of Shura’s fate in the projector, Duanmu’s eyes were stunned, and the hook was staring at the dancing shadow.

"This is the real man!" Duanmu once again said a language completely different from age.

"I... the more he will be in the future, the more he must!"

This thought took root in his little mind, and it was forever tied. I have been working hard for this goal throughout my life. Even if one day Shura had reached the peak between heaven and earth, he did not stop the pace.

The woman looked at her child quietly and looked at the only reason for her survival. For the first time, she saw such a sly light in his eyes.

"Hey, have you finished reading? Let's go out and play!"

"Well! Mom hugs!" Duanmu opened his arms and threw himself into his mother's arms. Mom is his favorite person in the world and the best person for him. Only in front of his mother will he show his words and deeds that match his age.

"Speech butterfly..."

"My name is North Hidden Butterfly!" The woman interrupted his words indifferently.

The hand of God took back the hand that had just been stretched out, and the eyes were so complicated that the voice in the scorpion never came out again. Only one of her can make this mature and wise man show this expression.

"If I have nothing, I will go out to play with my nephew!" North whispered a faint glimpse of him, and kissed him kindly on the face of Duanmu, holding him out.

The hand of the Doomsday and the proud Iraqi people looked at each other with a hint of helplessness. The northern sacred butterfly is known to everyone in the indifference of the hand of God, but the hand of God loves her very deeply and does not allow anyone to rebuke her.

What's more, with the shelter of Duanmu, the little ancestor, she did not dare to give her a slight scorn.

Scorpio winds sullenly face the report of the shadow of the sky.

"You are sure that the yin and yang magic star dragon is the pet of Shura!" The eyes of the sky are flashing a glimpse.

"OK! All the people present can prove that... I have a video on hand, and the Lord may wish to see..."

"Hey!" The sky was shot on the table, and the muscles on his face kept moving: "That is to say, the person who humiliated me on that day is Shura!? Very good, it is so good!"

The body of the Shadow of the Shadows trembles uncontrollably. The anger of the young master is usually concealed under calm, and he has never seen the situation in which the young master is so angry.

"100,000 people kill him enough! If not enough, it will be 500,000! I want him to die, I want him to die to o level, and then take out his real information, kill his family!" His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he hated the extreme for those who humiliated him but could not find him.

"Yes... Yes... Three... Three hundred people are enough... I must handle this matter well." The shadow of the scorpion is only the promise of Nono's retreat, and the whole body has been soaked by cold sweat.

"Sura, get into the scorpio gang, have to say that it is your misfortune." The shadow of the sky wiped the cold sweat, sighed and said. To be honest, he is also a fan of Shura. The power and loneliness of Shura is enough to allow all men to surrender.

Fenglou, the water is soft and full of faces, watching the young master and Xi Ruo sister go offline together. In the vast windy courtyard, there is only one lonely girl.

The petite and delicate figure slowly squats, and the flowers and flowers that have just grown in the viewer's flower buds. She and Yang Xiruo have just planted the seeds of "Ling Vanilla" and "Lingmu Xiancao". I don't know why the growth is surprisingly fast. Now I have grown more than 20 cm long seedlings.

The water softly swayed these green seedlings, and the face showed a naive and favorite smile. When no one is with her, these flowers are her only partner.

"If... if you can always be with the young master, how good it is." Water is soft and crazy.

For an innocent girl, get a feeling that covers her world.

The water softly walked to the pool. This is a circular pool with a radius of about ten meters, surrounded by white jade, and the water inside is warm all year round. It has a nice name called "Love Wind Pool", which is also a place where water is soft and bathed every day.

Gently untie the palace dress, a delicate and delicate body is slowly showing. The soft fingers of the water gently touched their beautiful curves, and the face showed a proud smile.

"Young Master... I will love my body." Water softly and blushing. Then step out of a small jade foot and gently step into the water until your beautiful body is covered by warm pool water. Soaking in the pool, thinking of the young master's bad, has slowly become her habit, a habit not to change.

The first thing that went down the line was to rush to Yang Xiruo’s room and gently lift her out of the game compartment. After putting it on the bed, the right hand gently pressed between her chest, slowly conveying the chaos.

Yang Xiruo’s body has been restored. If it is not the disability of the eyes and legs, she is no different from an ordinary person.

The hand slowly moved away from the chest and pressed onto her lap, and the force of chaos flowed again.

Ok?

How is this going?

In the past, the force he entered would quickly travel around Yang Xiruo's legs and spur the vitality of his legs. Now, he was surprised to feel that the power of his input was as deep as the sea, without waves.

The wind has tried again several times, and the results are all the same. His brows can't help but lock up, and he can't understand it.

But a voice in the intuition told him that this didn't seem to be a bad thing.

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