Legend of the Asura - Chapter 50

[Chapter 50]

“Brother…” With a groan, a pair of smooth and crystal jade arms had already wrapped around his neck.

Feng Xiao smiled slightly and hugged Feng Yao with his backhand: “Just finished the game?”

“Hmm!…Brother, are you reading the post about Shura? I often hear people mention this person, and he seems to be the most powerful character in the entire game.” Feng Yao leaned on her brother’s back and said softly.

“That’s right, he is a very powerful person, not only powerful, but also tall and mighty, handsome, intelligent, wise, imposing, like a god descending from the earth…” Feng Xiao talked non-stop, flattering himself and shooting himself of dark cool.

“Hee hee…Brother, that Shura can’t be you!”

“…”

“Because my brother never praises anyone except himself. Also, I suspected that the first place was my brother, because no matter what I do, as long as I don’t get the first place, my brother will be a little unhappy. What’s more, my My brother has always been the most powerful in the world.” Feng Xiao’s Qiushui bright eyes contained a smile and admiration, and she understood her brother better than herself.

“Hahahaha…” Feng Xiao turned around and hugged Feng Yao, letting her sit in his arms: “My Yaoer is not only an immortal, but also an unparalleled intelligence… Well, of course, your brother and I are also rare in the sky, There is absolutely nothing on the ground, barely worthy of my good Yaoer.”

Feng Xiao finally no longer has nothing to do to keep a sense of mystery with his sister, and slowly tell Feng Yao about his various adventures in the game. There are countless incredible, countless strange encounters, and Feng Yao listens to them. Sometimes it makes a coquettish cry, and sometimes its mouth opens into a cute “O” shape.

“Yeah! As expected of my strongest brother!” Feng Yao’s eyes were full of obsession and admiration.

Feng Yao was originally beautiful. Against the background of the lights, the beautiful jade face became more and more charming, and Feng Xiao’s belly was full of anger.

Hearing Feng Xiao’s increasingly heavier breathing, Feng Yao smiled softly, her buttocks moved slightly, and her white jade arms lightly wrapped around his neck.

Feng Yao only wore a tight-fitting white dress, and her whole embossed body was bent into an undulating curve of ecstasy. But Feng Yao’s face seemed extremely peaceful at this time, making the whole body shrouded in a layer of serenity and holiness.

Feng Xiao felt that the blood all over his body was about to come out. He raised his hands and pushed Feng Yao’s shirt and cups up gently. He grabbed the pair of plump and tall breasts with both hands and gently rubbed them. stand up.

“Ah! Brother…!” Feng Yao groaned softly like a dream, and even she couldn’t hear it clearly. Then a pair of small hands gently stroked Shang Fengxiao’s cheeks, suddenly, she raised her little face and opened her small cherry mouth, gently spit out her delicate pink tongue, bit Shang Fengxiao’s mouth, and spit it into Fengxiao’s mouth . Wriggling madly.

“Hey!” Feng Yao groaned as if in a dream, and the large amount of sweet body fluid in her small mouth also kept in Feng Xiao’s mouth without any scruples, she felt that her plump snow milk was grabbed by Feng Xiao and kneaded into various shapes. His lower body became hot, and he couldn’t help but twist his two jade legs together tightly. But a bad hand, feeling Feng Xiao, was sneaking into her skirt and inserted between her two thighs that were tightly closed, trying to squeeze a gap there.

“Brother is still so bad!” Feng Yaofang felt annoyed, and shyly spread out her two plump and slender thighs…

After a gust of wind and rain, Feng Yao struggled to get off Feng Xiao’s legs. The weakness in her legs made her almost unsteady. Feng Yao said shyly, “Brother, go to sleep!” Get into the bathroom.

Looking at Feng Yao’s graceful and charming back, Feng Xiao forcibly suppressed the almost uncontrollable evil fire and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Promise first, he can’t really ask Feng Yao now.

It’s a horrific torture.

In the silent night, there is only the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, and the faint fragrance still exudes its sultry charm. Feng Xiao closed his eyes and silently felt the warmth of his family and lover.

The sound of the water in the bathroom gradually subsided, Feng Xiao was too lazy to take a bath, and went directly back to his room, his room was next to Yaoer.

The beauty who came out of the bath exuded the charm of earth-shattering crying ghosts and gods. Feng Yao caressed her slightly wet hair, came to the door of Fengxiao’s room, stuck it on the door and said softly, “Good night, brother”, and then like an ethereal She floated back to her room like a fairy.

Your home is always the warmest.

It would be better if my brother would sleep with him in his arms like he did when he was a child.

If Feng Xiao knew about Feng Yao’s thoughts, he would definitely scream that he was wronged and sleep with his favorite Yao’er in his arms, not to mention that he couldn’t bear it, the feeling of being able to touch but not touching would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

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The morning always arrives as scheduled the next day, bringing the city a different brightness and joy from the night.

When it was slightly bright, Feng Yao opened her eyes and habitually touched her pillow, feeling that it was wet, she shook her head helplessly.

For three years, every day I wake up, my pillow towel will be inexplicably wet, as if she has tears that will never dry. Sometimes she woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, only to find that she was already bursting with tears, and it felt as if something was blocked in her heart, which made her almost cry.

After straightening her messy hair, Feng Yao put on a wide sun hat and walked out of the house gently.

Feng Xiao got up, and instantly cleared away the fatigue of inertia with the air of chaos, and got up and went to the living room.

“Yao’er should have breakfast ready.”

The door was opened, and Feng Yao’s figure appeared at the door, carrying breakfast in her hand.

“Brother, you’re up.” Feng Yao floated in front of her brother like a little butterfly.

“Going to buy breakfast so early.” Looking at the breakfast in Feng Yao’s hands, the fragrance of wheat showed: “What is this?”

“Wheat porridge, eat it while it’s hot. What else do you want to eat?” Feng Yao’s eyes were full of concern and love.

“Nothing else, you know I don’t need to eat too much.” Feng Xiao took the breakfast, with warm ripples in his heart, lowered his head and started to eat.

Feng Yao smiled charmingly, turned around and walked into her brother’s room, and began to lean over to tidy up.

Feng Xiao did not go to help, nor did he call her to come to eat first, because he knew that the result would only be pushed out gently by her. He was used to Feng Yao’s slightly domineering gentleness.

After Feng Yao finished arranging everything, she and her brother had breakfast together.

After the adoptive father passed away, they depended on each other for life, repeating the warmth between siblings and lovers.

Four years later, since Feng Xiao dropped out of Beijing University, he has rarely gone out, let alone to work, and his adoptive father has not left any inheritance, but they have never been short of money, and even bought this place after his adoptive father died. villa.

Feng Yao would never ask her brother where the money came from. Her trust and attachment to her brother had become hopelessly blind.