Legend of the Asura Chapter 526: Pale world, dark abyss

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. The moment he fell to the ground, his body finally stopped and fell to the ground. He gently held Feng Yao in his arms, blood and tears remained, and the countless warmth of Chaos Qi poured into her body without any trace of life-force without reservation. Although he knows that heart, what he wants to see is only hope.

He can save all people ... but he can't save his Yao'er.

"Yao……er ..."

In the silent night sky, he finally made a hoarse cry, and looked at her tightly closed eyes. His heart was pierced by Wan Jian.

"Wake up Ah... ... Please wake up Ah... ..."

"Yao'er ... If you take an oath, you will definitely leave later than me ... Why don't you keep your oath ... I'm not dead yet, how can you die ..."

"Yao'er ... You wake up Ah!!!" Chaos Power poured in wildly, blood and tears flying.

"Elder Brother is wrong ... No more revenge after Elder Brother, no longer the first person to do Rebirth, no more gossip ... Elder Brother will always be with you forever, one minute and one second Never separate ... I beg you to wake up Ah... ... wake up Ah... ... "

Maybe Chaos Power of Fifth Layer finally produced Effect. The scary wound on the back of Feng Yao started to heal with more horror. It took only ten seconds to completely heal. The new skin is white and tender like snow, and never looks There was a trace of injury ... And the surface of her body flashed faintly with a layer of red brilliance ... It was so pale that it was almost impossible to see.

The man ’s cry is still ... Although the wound is healed, her body is still so cold, like his cold heart. How he hoped that the person who died was himself, not her.

A golden light shot from Feng Xiao and painted as a slim figure of Young Lady. She stared blankly at the dead Feng Yao in his arms, and said indifferently: "Impossible ... impossible, how could she die ... how could she die ... she ... but am I wrong?" ... "

Her presence did not make Feng Xiao even a hint of reaction, he looked at her pale face motionlessly, crying ... begging ...

"Yao'er ... please wake up ... wake up!"

"Why do n’t you let me die ... Why did n’t I die ..."

His voice, his despair made Xuanyuan Wan'er's heart hurt. She walked to him and reached out to try to wipe the blood and tears from his face, but only touched an illusion.

"Elder Brother Feng ... not crying, okay. My Elder Brother Feng is the strongest and strongest person, how can I cry ..."

Her voice gradually choked, covering her face, and she suppressed her crying into golden light and returned to Feng Xiao.

A dazzling golden light lights up in the dark, a huge golden Fenghuang (Phoenix) shoots from the body of Feng Yao, hovering over the two of them, a cry of **** sorrow.

In the end, it turned into golden light, flew to Feng Xiao, and merged into his body.

Grey eyes stared blankly at the vast night sky, the silent night, the light north wind weeping softly. He took the body of Feng Yao and walked forward.

"Yao'er ... Let ’s go home ... No one can hurt you ... No more ..."

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The time points to ten o'clock in the evening.

The atmosphere is exceptionally weird. In a depressed atmosphere, Yang Xiruo suddenly turned off the TV and rubbed his chest hard with his hands.

"I don't know why, my heart is beating so fast." She said a little anxiously, her eyes constantly looking at the big and beautiful clock.

"Me too, Young Master and Elder Sister Yao'er, why not come back ..."

The phone rang, Yang Xiruo quickly got up and grabbed the phone: "Big Brother Feng!"

There was a silence over the phone, and Long Wei sighed a long time: "Did he not go back yet?"

Yang Xiruo stayed for a while and quickly said: "Hello Uncle Long, I am Big Brother Feng he is not ..."

"When he returns, please take good care of him and trouble you ..." After the heavy voice, the phone was hung up. Yang Xiruo grabbed the microphone stunned, and the uneasiness in his heart was magnified many times.

"Little Ruoruo, what's the matter?" Duanmu Yiren came out with a fruit tray, put it on the table, and asked with a smile.

Yang Xiruo nibble at the corner of his mouth and slowly put down the phone, his heart beat faster and faster.

On Fenghuang (Phoenix) street under night, there are few vehicles. Under some dim lights, a lonely and lonely figure was slowly moving in the middle of the road, and every step seemed to be as heavy as it was heavy.

After the harsh braking sound, a car that had just turned the corner stopped hard at the moment when it almost touched his body, and a yellow man with a fierce look and an angry face stepped off the car. Rushed to Feng Xiao: "Fuck you to death, eyes!"

As if he did n’t see him at all, and did n’t hear what he said, Feng Xiao walked past him.

The disregarded little yellow head held his belly and the fire was almost exploded. He was hot and rushed to the Feng Xiao to block his way, just to break cursed, and suddenly saw him in his arms Feng Yao.

"Damn, it turned out to be a dead wife ..."

Poof ...

One arm penetrated his body relentlessly from the heart ... he was now convex, and he fell with a look of disbelief and fear. A huge hole in the chest was broken openly.

There was no trace of blood on his arm. He did n’t look back, still moving indifferently, as if he had just stepped on a negligible ants.

In the dark, the heartbeats of several black clothes women are fast. They are not the ones who have not killed people, but they have never seen such a brutal and **** way of killing people.

"Hurry up and deal with it ... it will be bad if seen ..."

"He ... is he really okay?"

"..."

"Do n’t talk to Master ... She is sad enough."

"Alas ..."

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A knock on the door sounded, and Yang Xiruo almost rushed past, violently opening the door.

The **** smell came across her face. She just wanted to cover her nose subconsciously, and suddenly faced the Feng Xiao's pair of completely lifeless eyes, and her heart shuddered.

"Big Brother Feng ..." She saw his arms, Feng Yao pale to terrible face, violently covering her mouth.

Feng Xiao walks in a binocular, and the steps seem to move forward without a goal.

"Elder Sister Yao'er she ... was she hurt?" she asked with a tremble, the little blood stains ... the ragged clothes ... the blood stains on her face ... the ash-like eyes ... her heart shoved down Sink, sink again ...

"She ... fell asleep ..." Feng Xiao replied dreamily, walking slowly.

Yang Xiruo's eyes are turning around, she is holding the door of her house so that she won't fall down.

"Young Master ..." At the first sight of him, Shui Rourou's face became pale, and she shouted timidly ... At this time, he was so strange. She was so scared that she wanted to cry.

Duanmu Yiren just walked out of the room and immediately felt the depressed atmosphere, which made her almost unable to breathe ... He who was completely strange, also Xiruo and reaction of Rourou (soft) ... she suddenly understood what she felt, and her heart fell To the bottom.

He finally stopped and stood there like a fossil. The entire living room is quiet and terrible.

The crystal brilliance flashed, and a faint cold coffin appeared in front of Feng Xiao. Once, it was retrieved from the pole glacier to protect the water Rourou's body, now ...

Indistinctly, he thought of Feng Yao's insidious eyes, misty voice ...

"If I lose HP/Life one day, I really want to rest in it."

"People always get old ... If that day arrives, I wish I could see Elder Brother go first, and then I can lie in the ice coffin with Elder Brother's body ... In that case, even Without HP/Life, we can still live forever ... "

Gently put her body into the ice coffin ... At the moment when the two bodies separated, he seemed to hear the sound of his soul drifting.

"Never ... will never let you leave me ..."

I used to think that I was strong enough to resist any setbacks and blows. Even when Adoptive Father died, I did not shed a tear ... but I did n’t know that I was so fragile and fragile until I lost you. The thin ice that shatters like a touch ...

Why do you insist on revenge ... Why do you insist on looking for the secret of Rebirth World ... Why try the love of Ac­cepts ... Why do n’t you cherish the time you spend with you every minute ... ... Always with you ... It turns out that what I have been persistent and pursuing is so insignificant compared with your smile.

Few worlds, boundless. Looking forward to the evening, looking forward to the morning. For the heartbroken, every moment of time is suffering. Tell me, how can I steal the time, back to the moment of your dependence, and hold you tightly with all my strength and all my heart to stop you from letting you disappear in front of me! I whispered my pain, my regret ... never separated!

Her face slowly blurred in her sight, her consciousness was slowly being stripped away, and her soul seemed to be slowly leaving her body ... going away ...

Feng Xiao's eyes were black, and heavily's fell.

"Big Brother Feng!" Yang Xiruo struggled and fell to his side, trying to lift him hard, but now his eyes were still open in horror, but there was no slight expression in him ... The body was cold and terrible.

"Rourou (soft), Yiyi ..."

The three delicate girls supported him as if he did n’t have any angry body and put it on the big bed. He stared at the ceiling so staringly, his body still like dead water, and there was no sign of even breathing, as if he had died.

"Help me ... help me send Elder Sister Yao'er here." Yang Xiruo said quietly, deep in his eyes, buried with two deep piles of snow.

The ice coffin with Feng Yao lying still was moved by three girls to the bed beside him.

In the ice coffin, her beautiful body like a fairy and a dream is reflected in the faint ice, even if the words "You Li Pei Li" are hard to describe in any case,

The sobbing Shui Rourou can't help it anymore, the crying pear flower carries rain.

"How could this be ..." Duanmu Yiren said, caressing Feng Xiao's stiff face.

Yang Xiruo turned around, tears burst into tears, and wept.

"Young Master him ... he will wake up soon, isn't it ..." Shui Rourou asked Yang Xiruo lightly, sobbing.

Yang Xiruo was pale and bit his lip, and said: "Big Brother Feng is the strongest person in the world. He can support all the frustrations and difficulties ... but, Elder Sister Yao'er ... that is his life Ah... ..."

She died, and his heart died with her ...

Looking at the empty eyes of Feng Xiao, she can't imagine the future of this warm home.

A beautiful dream seems to break in a flash.

Drying her tears, she stood up and took a deep breath, looking at the equally quiet Feng Xiao and Feng Yao, the wet eyes gradually became firm. "Sisters ... Don't cry ... We can't live without this family, we, we can, we will call back Big Brother Feng ..."

Shui Rourou burst into tears, Duanmu Yiren nodded tearfully. She fully integrated into this family, long ago no longer cold and proud. At this time, she wanted to cry helplessly. His body, mind, and life were completely handed over to him. If he fell down, he might have no reason to live.

Bearing the cold, Xiruo and Rourou (soft) gently peeled off the broken blood-stained clothes of Feng Yao little by little, revealing a perfect body like Xueyu. Then, she was replaced with a gorgeous white snow skirt, which was covered with a few transparent ice silver sands. This beautiful skirt, Feng Yao usually only wear it to him.

"I want to ... Big Brother Feng to see his most beautiful Yao'er every day. She really just fell asleep ... not leaving us ..."

"Who killed Elder Sister Yao'er." Shui Rourou is still sobbing and his voice is sad.

Yang Xiruo's eyes flashed over and decided: "No matter who ... we won't let anyone hurt Big Brother Feng ... no one can!"

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