Legend of the Asura

The wind shook hands and touched her tender cheeks over and over again, as if she saw her weak face when she first met, as if she saw her face shy and joy when she first kissed her. It seems as if she saw her serious and lovely look when she made the pastry... Why didn’t she believe that this girl, who she didn’t even want to do for the princess, really left her. .

"Big brother, it's my fault, it's all my fault... I shouldn't take her out..." Yang Xiruo has been crying, and for so long, she has been tired of this clever little girl every day. Together, they have already developed a deep sisterhood. She is more fond of her to her, and invisibly has a faint reliance. She never regarded her as a maid in the game, but as a good sister who could be separated and shared happiness and heart.

Now, because of herself, she has lost her forever... The kind of intense distress and self-blame seem to tear her internal organs...

"No..." The expression of the wind has completely condensed, and there is no joy or sadness in the face. It is just a touch of inexplicable desolation in the voice. He gently lifts the soft body of the water, jumps into the white, and then takes the eve. Also gently pulled it.

"If you don't feel sad, it's not your fault. It's really not your fault... You look like this, it will only make the wind brother more sad... Don't cry, okay?" The wind gently wiped her face. Tears, my heart is more painful.

"No! It's my fault, I blame me, I blame me!" The tears of catharsis completely wet the palm of the wind, the wind no longer speaks, hug the eve, let her vent,

"Heaven - water - fish - emperor -" cold and quiet low-pitched from the mouth of the wind, he faintly swept the faint white shadow on the shore of Tianshui Lake, cast an "infinite space door" back to the wind floor.

Tianshui Yuhuang suddenly slammed a cold war. At that moment, it felt like he was locked by a cold and extreme scent, and it raised a kind of unseen fear that had never been seen before.

"Don't cry, if you are at home, wait for me, how am I?" Feng Li gently put down Yang Xiruo.

"Big Brother... Where are you going? Let me... I will be soft again." Yang Xiruo choked and said, tears poured out again.

"I want to save the softness." The wind hugged her hands tightly.

"Save...soft..." Even if whispering, I suddenly wiped away the tears of my face: "Big brother, you mean, can you save your life?"

"Yes... sure! No matter how hard... no matter what method... no matter what the price... even if I travel throughout the Tianlong continent, I will save her and never let it again. She left us." Looking at the heartbreaking girl in her arms, the eyes of the wind are more determined than ever.

"Well! I believe that Feng Da Ge will be able to." Yang Xi Ruo broke into laughter, gave him confidence, but also gave himself confidence.

"Go white, go to the Dragon Palace!"

As if feeling the sorrow of the owner's heart, Xiaobai silently flew up and rushed to the West at the fastest speed.

Yang Xiruo looked at the slowly disappearing white shadow, and his hand was silently placed on his chest - soft, must come back, we, but to be a good sister for a lifetime.

The wind slammed her eyes and held her soft body tightly, for fear that she would suffer another damage.

It was not until he lost that he found out that his heart was so painful that he knew that he could not do without her. He didn't even dare to think about the life of the "Young Master" without this girl.

Soft, anyway, I will save you anyway.

Xiaobai sprinted all the way, and reached the Tianlong Palace in a few minutes. The wind did not let it fall like before, and continued to fly forward until the royal house.

The Queen of the Water Moon has been inexplicably upset today, as if something bad is about to happen. She hates this feeling, just like the man who hates the soul.

"Missing adults... ah... Shuirou princess..."

The exclamation outside the door made the Queen of the Water Moon look awkward. His most hated spirit was holding a girl in a yellow gauze and coming in, but this time, his face did not carry the habit of the wretched and thief laughing. It’s a look of desolateness and a touch of sadness.

"Ah!! Soft... soft, what's wrong with you..." Seeing the body in his arms, the Queen of Water Moon exclaimed, and a strong uneasiness began to linger in the heart.

"Call all the royal doctors and bright therapists together, I want to save her!!" The wind is completely commanding, and a pair of eyes stare straight at the Queen of the Water Moon.

Shuiyue didn't have the heart to pay attention to his tone. The word "salvation" seemed to be a sap, and she almost stunned her.

"Wind Soul!! You are a bastard! How do you protect my sister!!" The Queen of Water Moon resisted anger and bit his lower lip and looked at him. If she did not care about the Queen's dignity, she could not wait to beat him hard.

"Call all the royal doctors and the bright therapists together, I want to save her!!!!" The wind stunned the water moon to express his frustration, repeating again.

Shuiyue sneered: "Do you think that they can save their lives with softness? If it is so simple, my father will die so easily!"

The light in the eyes of the wind dimmed a few points, then raised his head again. "Tell me, what method can save her. As long as it can save the softness, let me do anything!"

The sturdy tone of the wind made the Queen of the Water Moon stay a little, watching the pain in his eyes, her expression slowly eased.

Although he is not good at character, his feelings of tenderness are true.

The water moon closed his eyes, and he slowly opened it slowly. He said lightly: "It is easy to resurrect and die. Maybe under the palace, only he knows."

The wind slammed up and looked at her with a burning gaze.

The water moon walked slowly to the table, and the delicate jade hand covered a golden ball and turned slightly.

In the center of the room, suddenly a dazzling golden light ignited. Among the light, a tall figure slowly appeared. His whole body is full of gold, the old-fashioned face is full of majesty, although not deliberately exudes any momentum, but the tall body gives a rock-solid feeling, as if he was born to be the king.

"Moon, what is it that calls me? Oh?" ​​The tall man saw the wind that was staring at him, and he was slightly surprised.

"Golden Dragon!"

"Yes, it's rare that you can recognize me." The golden dragon nodded, and his interest in this man named Fengshen was not that big.

"Yellow uncle!" The Queen of the Water Moon walked quickly to him, and he bowed to him with respect and respect. The voice was full of expectation and pleading: "Yellow Bo, my good sister has just had an accident, can you save? she was?"

"Is this girl?" The golden dragon glanced at the quiet, delicate girl for a moment and shook his head: "Save it? I can't do it. I don't have half a trace of magic, how to save this girl." ”

The eyes of the wind brightened, and some quickly asked: "Do you mean that there is magic that can save her?"

The golden dragon looked at him and said faintly: "There is indeed. There is a kind of light curse called 'Angel's Tears', which is the only magic that can resurrect unnaturally dead people, but this curse of understanding requires The high talent and ability is almost extinct now."

After the bright dragon shook his head, he looked at the girl with some pity, and the meaning was obvious: give up.

"No! Since it is the curse of the Guangming system, then there is one person who can, he can save her." The wind finally saw hope, and the voice began to tremble.

"Oh?" His words evoked the interest of the Golden Dragon: "Is there such a person? If that's the case, I would like to see it."

"That person, you also know... He is the bright dragon! The super-beast of the light department, releasing all kinds of light, the curse is simple."

"Do you know the bright dragon?" The bright dragon was slightly surprised, and then his face shook his head indifferently: "However, you are wrong. His light is all about the attack route. There is no cure, you are dead. ”

"What... how could this be, how could this be..." Hope will annihilate, and the wind will try to suppress the slightest despair in his heart, slowly saying: "Can you tell me if there is any The person who uses the curse exists!"

"Dragon Continental Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, no one can determine whether there is such a genius, but..." The golden dragon turned around and looked at him faintly: "How is there? How much time allows you Go find him? Even if you find it, why should the other party help you? The girl’s body will dissipate tomorrow. Do you have the confidence to find someone who doesn’t know whether it exists within one day?”

The words of the golden dragon are poured into his head like a pot of cold water, and there is a feeling of powerlessness in the whole body. He knows that the Golden Dragon said that everything is good.

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