Legend of the Asura - Chapter 525

[Chapter 525 Pale world, dark abyss]

The moment he fell to the ground, his body finally stopped and fell to the ground. He held Feng Yao softly in his arms, the blood and tears were still there, and the chaotic energy that was countless times warmer poured into her lifeless body without reservation. Although he knew in his heart that what he wanted to see was only extravagant hope.

He can save everyone… but only his Yaoer can’t be saved.

“Yao…er…”

In the silent night sky, he finally made a heart-piercing hoarse call, looking at her tightly closed eyes, his heart felt like being pierced by ten thousand arrows.

“Wake up… please wake up…”

“Yaoer…you swore that you would leave later than me…why didn’t you keep your oath…I’m not dead yet, how can you die…”

“Yao’er…you wake up!!!” The power of chaos poured in frantically, blood and tears flew.

“Brother is wrong… I will never take revenge again, I will never be the first person in reincarnation, and I will never meddle in my own business… My brother will always be with you in the future, and will not be separated for a minute. Please wake up… wake up…”

Perhaps the power of chaos on the fifth layer finally had an effect. The terrifying wound on Feng Yao’s back began to heal at an even more terrifying speed. It only took ten seconds to heal completely. The new skin was as white and tender as snow. No trace of injury could be seen… and a layer of red brilliance was faintly flashing on the surface of her body… It was so faded that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

The man’s weeping is still the same… Although the wound has healed, her body is still as cold as his cold heart. How he hoped that the one who died was himself, not her.

A golden beam shot out from Feng Xiao’s body, drawing the figure of a slender girl. She looked at Feng Yao who died in his arms in a daze, and muttered indifferently: “Impossible…impossible, how could she die…how could she die…she is…it’s my fault ……”

Her appearance didn’t make Feng Xiao have the slightest reaction, he looked at her pale face motionlessly, crying… begging…

“Yao’er… please wake up… wake up!”

“Why don’t you let me die…why didn’t I die…”

His voice and his despair made Xuanyuan Wan’er’s heart aches and pains. She walked up to him and reached out to wipe the blood and tears from his face, but she could only touch an illusion.

“Brother Feng… Don’t cry, okay? My brother Feng is the strongest and strongest person, how can I cry…”

Her voice gradually choked up, covering her face, she suppressed her sob and turned into a golden glow, returning to Feng Xiao’s body.

A dazzling golden light lit up in the darkness, and a huge golden phoenix shot out from Feng Yao’s body, circling above the two of them, and let out a blood-soaked cry.

In the end, it turned into a golden glow, flew towards Feng Xiao, and merged into his body.

Gloomy eyes stared at the vast night sky, the quiet night, the soft howling north wind is weeping softly. He picked up Feng Yao’s body and walked forward.

“Yao’er… let’s go home… no one can hurt you again… no more…”

………………

The time pointed to ten o’clock in the evening.

The atmosphere was extraordinarily weird. In the somewhat depressing atmosphere, Yang Xiruo suddenly turned off the TV and rubbed her chest with her hands.

“I don’t know why, but my heart is beating so fast.” She said a little uneasily, her eyes kept looking at the big and beautiful clock.

“Me too, young master and sister Yao’er, why haven’t they come back…”

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

There was silence over the phone, and Long Wei sighed: “Has he not gone back yet?”

Yang Xiruo was stunned, and quickly said: “Hello Uncle Long, my brother Feng is not…”

“After he goes back, please take good care of him, please…” After the heavy voice, the phone was hung up. Yang Xiruo dazedly grabbed the microphone, her anxiety magnified countless times.

“Xiao Ruoruo, what happened?” Duanmuyi came out with a fruit bowl, put it on the table, and asked with a light smile.

Yang Xiruo bit the corner of her mouth and put down the phone slowly, her heart beating faster and faster.

There are few vehicles on Phoenix Street at night. Under some dim lights, a lonely and lonely figure moved slowly in the middle of the road.

After the harsh braking sound, a car that had just turned the corner came to a hard stop when it almost touched his body. A yellow-haired man with a ferocious face and an angry face stepped out of the car and rushed viciously towards him. In front of Feng Xiao: “You fucking looking for death, you don’t have eyes!”

As if he didn’t see him at all, let alone hear what he said, Feng Xiao walked past him in despair.

Little Huangtou, who was ignored, was holding back his stomach and the fire almost broke out. His mind became hot, and he rushed to Feng Xiao, blocking his way. Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly saw Feng Yao in his arms.

“Damn, it turned out to be a dead wife…”

puff……

An arm mercilessly penetrated his body from the heart part… He bulged his forehead, and fell down with a look of disbelief and fear on his face. There was a huge hole in his chest.

There was not a trace of blood on his arm, he didn’t look back, and still walked forward indifferently, as if he had just stepped on a trivial ant to death.

In the dark, the heartbeats of several black-clothed women quickened. It was not that they had never killed anyone, but they had never seen such a cruel and bloody killing method.

“Hurry up and deal with it… It will be bad if someone sees it…”

“He… is he really all right?”

“…”

“Don’t tell the master… she’s already sad enough.”

“Ugh……”

………………

The knock on the door sounded, and Yang Xiruo almost ran over and slammed open the door.

The bloody smell came to her face, she just wanted to cover her nose subconsciously, when she suddenly met Shang Fengxiao’s completely lifeless eyes, her heart trembled suddenly.

“Big Brother Feng…” She saw Feng Yao’s terrifyingly pale face in his arms, and covered her mouth fiercely.

Feng Xiao walked in blankly, and his steps seemed to move forward without a goal.

“Sister Yao’er… is she injured?” She asked in a trembling voice, the little blood… the tattered clothes… the blood on her face… the eyes like ashes… her heart sank sharply , sink again…

“She… fell asleep…” Feng Xiaomeng replied, walking slowly.

Yang Xiruo’s eyes were spinning for a while, she held the door firmly to prevent her body from falling down in an instant.

“Master…” At the first sight of him, Shui Rourou’s face turned pale, and she shouted timidly… At this time, he was so unfamiliar. It made her so scared that she wanted to cry.

As soon as Duanmu Yiren walked out of the room, she immediately felt the extremely oppressive aura, which made her almost unable to breathe… He was a complete stranger, as well as the reactions of Xi Ruo and Rou Rou… She suddenly understood something, in her heart Immediately sink to the bottom.

He finally stopped and stood there like a fossil. The whole living room was eerily quiet.

The glittering brilliance flickered, and an ice coffin exuding a faint chill appeared in front of Feng Xiao. Once, it was retrieved from the Pole Glacier to protect Shuirourou’s body, but now…

Vaguely, he remembered Feng Yao’s infatuated eyes and ethereal voice…

“If one day I lose my life, I really want to rest in it.”

“People always get old… If that day comes, I really hope that I can see my brother go before me, and then I can lie down in the ice coffin with my brother’s body… In that case, even if there is no life , we can still stay together for ten thousand years…”

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 away.

“Never…will never let you leave me…”

I used to think that I was strong enough to withstand any setbacks and blows. Even when my adoptive father died, I didn’t shed a single tear… But until I lost you, I didn’t know that I was so fragile, as fragile as Thin ice that shatters at a touch…

Why do you insist on taking revenge…why do you insist on finding the secrets of the reincarnation world…why try to accept that family love…why don’t you cherish every minute and every second of your time with you…forever Accompanying you… It turns out that what I have always been persistent and pursued is so insignificant compared to your smile.

Few worlds, boundless. Looking forward to the eve, looking forward to the eve. For those who are heartbroken, every moment of time is suffering. Tell me, how can I secretly change the time, return to the moment when I am with you, and use all my strength and all my heart to hold you tightly to stop you and prevent you from disappearing in front of my eyes! Whispering about my pain, my remorse… Never part!

Her face was slowly blurring in her sight, her consciousness was slowly being stripped away, and her soul seemed to be slowly leaving her body… away…

Feng Xiao’s eyes darkened and he fell heavily.

“Big Brother Feng!” Yang Xiruo struggled to pounce on his side, trying to help him up, but was horrified to find that his eyes were still open, but there was no sign of any expression inside… His body was terribly cold.

“Rourou, Yiyi…”

The three delicate girls supported his body, which seemed not to be angry at all, and put him on the big bed. He just stared at the ceiling in a daze, his whole body was as still as stagnant water, there was no sign of even breathing, as if he was dead.

“Help me…help me bring Sister Yao’er here.” Yang Xiruo said calmly, with two deep piles of snow buried in the depths of her eyes.

The ice coffin where Feng Yao was lying was moved by the three girls to the side of the bed, beside him.

In the ice coffin, her beautiful body like a fairy and a dream is reflected by the faint ice, even if the words “beautiful and beautiful” are difficult to describe her elegance.

The choked Shui Rou Rou couldn’t hold back any longer, and the crying pear flowers brought rain.

“How could this be…” Duanmu Yiren stroked Feng Xiao’s stiff face and said in a lost spirit.

Yang Xiruo turned around, tears overflowing, and she couldn’t cry.

“Master… he will wake up soon, isn’t it…” Shui Rourou gently pulled Yang Xiruo’s clothes and asked sobbing.

Yang Xiruo’s face was pale, she bit her lip and said miserably: “Big Brother Feng is the strongest person in the world, he can support all the setbacks and difficulties… But, Sister Yao’er… That’s his life… …”

She died, and his heart died with her…

Looking at Feng Xiao’s empty eyes, she couldn’t imagine the future of this warm home.

The beautiful dream seems to be broken in an instant.

Wiping away her tears, she stood up, took a deep breath, and looked at Feng Xiao and Feng Yao who were equally quiet, her moist eyes gradually becoming firm. “Sisters… don’t cry… We can’t live without this home, we, we can, we will call back Brother Feng…”

Shui Rou Rou’s tears shone, and Duanmu Yiren nodded with tears in her eyes. She is completely integrated into this family, and she is no longer the cold and arrogant she once was. At this time, she wanted to cry helplessly. His body, mind, and life were completely handed over to him. If he fell, he might have no reason to live.

Enduring the cold, Xi Ruo and Rou Rou gently peeled off Feng Yao’s broken and blood-stained clothes little by little, revealing her perfect body like snow jade. Then, she put on a flowing snow-white dress for her, which was covered with ice and silver sand that was almost transparent. Feng Yao usually only wears this beautiful dress to show him.

“Let… Brother Feng, see his most beautiful Yaoer every day. She really just fell asleep… didn’t leave us…”

“Who killed Sister Yao’er?” Shui Rou Rou still sobbed softly, her voice desolate and weak.

Yang Xiruo’s eyes flashed decisively: “No matter who it is… We will not let anyone hurt Big Brother Feng again… No one can!”