Legend of the Asura - Chapter 547

[Chapter 547 The Nightmare Begins]

This is a room with all kinds of complicated books and all kinds of cute ragdolls, big or small. Combined, it gives people an extremely weird feeling. The door was closed, and two figures, one old and one young, stood in the room. The old ones have long beards and are nearly sixty years old, and the young ones look like they are only about three or four years old.

“Uncle Huang, look, I’m still very good, nothing at all.” Duanmu Xiao raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

Huang Yisheng didn’t speak. He slowly and firmly stretched out his dry right hand, grabbed Duanmu Xiao’s tightly clasped left hand, then grabbed it to his chest and forcibly broke it apart.

The delicate and pale palms and fingertips were covered with scars of different sizes, like honeycombs, which were shocking.

The corners of Huang Yisheng’s eyes were wet, and the dry old hands trembled violently, feeling like a needle stick.

“Xiao’er, why are you suffering!” Holding his little hand tightly, he almost felt the pain in his heart.

Duanmu Xiao shook his head indifferently, with a smile still on his face: “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt at all. Uncle Huang said that if he falls asleep, he may never wake up again, so…” Eyes bent: “I definitely won’t let myself fall asleep.”

So… when the weak and exhausting impact of his body made him almost fall down, he used needles to pierce his fingers and palms again and again… Ten fingers were connected to his heart, only that kind of pain could make him truly Be awake and forget about sleepiness.

Huang Yisheng squatted down and supported his shoulders with trembling hands: “Tell Uncle Huang, how long has it been since you slept?”

Duanmu Xiao’s eyes panicked and dodged for a moment.

“Three months, isn’t it?” he asked in a shaky voice.

“Well,” Duanmu Xiao nodded lightly, but quickly shook his head with a smile: “It’s alright, Uncle Huang, look, I’m in good spirits now, really good. With the magical drink from Longfeng Group, Not sleepy at all.”

Huang Yisheng shook his head with a miserable smile: “People can always be energetic, but they can’t be without sleep!!!”

Three months, this can no longer be called a miracle, but… a miracle!

His almost exhausted vitality originally decided that he should die three months ago, but… just because of his words, he insisted on this cruel way until now.

How could he not see that Duanmu Xiao’s vitality at this time was terrifyingly fragile, as fragile as a blister that would burst when it was blown, and it was already a great miracle to be alive.

What kind of will and what kind of perseverance made him persist until now in such a cruel way.

When he turned around, Huang Yisheng choked up.

“Uncle Huang is useless!” He bowed his head guiltily, his footsteps extremely heavy. His medical skills are unparalleled in the world, but he cannot save the one he loves most. He has no face to bear the name of “Medical Saint” that he once took pride in.

“Uncle Huang.” Duanmu Xiao stopped him: “Don’t tell anyone, if I see my mother sad, I will definitely let myself fall asleep.”

With this cruel threat again, Huang Yisheng nodded and left with heavy steps.

The moment the door was closed, the old man burst into tears.

Another needle stuck in his finger, Duanmu Xiao’s heavy eyelids snapped open, pain flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced by a smile.

“He… is back, I believe, you will take mom away soon… soon.”

“How can I fall asleep without seeing my mother happy…”

He smiled softly, his eyes already filled with tears. Every day, he has to use his own wisdom to fabricate too many reasons to deceive his mother, and make various disguises to hide from everyone… Everything is to wait for someone. That wonderful foreboding told him that he would soon come to him…

Feng Xiao disappeared from the real world, completely disappeared.

I searched all the corners I could find, and even filtered the surveillance video of all the streets in half of Jinghua City, but I didn’t find any trace of him. He evaporated from the world like air.

“Where did he go? Could it be that he really… even his body has entered reincarnation?” Xiao Tian shook his drowsy brain, puzzled in worry.

Chen Binger was silent.

The world of reincarnation is full of so many incredible things, they already knew it. But there is always a limit to this “incredible”.

“Is there any way to go to Dongying?” Chen Bing’er suddenly asked, referring to the world of reincarnation.

Xiao Tian spread his hands helplessly: “Only a terrorist attack like the boss that can kill a super god level in seconds can break the national border. We…don’t even think about it.”

“I’ll go first, go and report the situation to the old sister, and then see if I can find the boss through other means.” Xiao Tian got up and left the Feng family villa.

“Woo~~”

As soon as Xiao Tian left, the tears that Shui Rourou had endured for a long time rustled out. Duanmu Yiren comforted softly: “Don’t be sad, he is so powerful, no one can hurt him, he will definitely come back soon.”

“But…but, no one cooks for the young master, I’m afraid he will be very hungry…uu~”

“…”

Under the cold air constantly released by Wannian Xuanbing, the fragrant and fragrant room kept a different kind of coolness all year round. In the crystal clear ice coffin, Feng Yao was dressed in snow white clothes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was quiet and peaceful. Lying quietly in the Mysterious Ice of Ten Thousand Years for six months, her skin seemed to become even more flawless, and she was so beautiful that she was fascinated…heartbroken.

“Sister Yao’er, what should I do?” Yang Xiruo squatted beside the ice coffin hugging her knees, murmuring helplessly.

………………

a day later.

All Dongying people will not forget this day, because this day. Hate, fear, trembling, shame… all kinds of nightmares, and so suddenly began.

After walking all night in confusion, Shura bumped into a transparent barrier again. Without hesitation, his whole body burst into red light, and the Demon Sword in his hand mercilessly destroyed a huge gap in the border of the Eastern Ying War Zone.

As Shura flew in, the system prompt of Shura’s return to the Eastern Ying War Zone resounded throughout the world, causing chaos throughout the Eastern Ying Continent for a while. Countless people who were looking for Shura’s whereabouts quickly turned their attention to the Eastern Ying War Zone.

After crossing the borders of the Eastern Ying War Zone, there was still a boundless ocean, and Shura’s mouth showed a strange and sinister smile.

The place where he reappeared can be said to be the most dense area of Eastern Ying players.

Dongying Continent Imperial City—the square center of the Imperial City, used to be here, and he trampled the dignity of all Dongying players.

The moment he appeared, the imperial city’s alarm bell rang. As the “first felon” of the Emperor City, as long as he sets foot in the Emperor City, he will be the target of arrest with all his strength.

The central square of the Emperor City is very lively. As soon as Shura’s dark and dazzling costume appeared, it attracted the attention of nearby players, but before they had time to scream, a pitch-black arc-shaped sword qi, like a half-moon, and even faintly mixed with the smell of blood, had swept across their bodies.

In an instant, several players within three meters of Shura’s body were cut off by Qi Qi.

This is not an era when there are riots everywhere and heroes are born in large numbers. When this murderous scene was drenched in blood, people who were accustomed to a comfortable and harmonious society were instinctively panic and chaotic. For a time, the crowded square was chaotic, filled with the voiceless roars of men and the fearful cries of women. What they can accept, after all, is only the kind of battle that is judged by numbers and attributes.

Dongying is a brutal nation, no one in the world denies this. But this kind of cruelty is only manifested in the moment when they are the masters. When others are fully capable of mastering their destiny, they will be more humble and cowardly than ordinary people. So, in just one second, their hearts almost cracked.

The group of people fleeing in a hurry in the sight made Shura instinctively resentful and murderous.

Shura entered the Dao, but if it wasn’t for someone standing in front of him or taking the initiative to provoke him, he wouldn’t take the initiative to draw his sword and splatter blood. But… he didn’t understand why he wanted to kill so much, and wanted to slaughter all the people here, all the living beings, and a single one.

He flew up, and in an instant he had caught up with the crowd who were desperately fleeing. The black long sword in his hand had a circle of blood-colored ripples and a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The group of players passed by, and the sound of sharp weapons piercing the flesh could be heard incessantly. No skills were used. took a life away.

Shura’s coercion shrouded the scope of terror, the smell of blood is getting heavier and heavier, countless fleeing players desperately want to get offline, but fail in despair, and more players have forgotten where they are in fear. world.

Relentless killing requires no reason, no hesitation, no mercy, nothing. The blood looked particularly coquettish in the sunlight.

And in this slaughter, Shura’s goal is—everyone in sight…all! Players, NPCs, everything. Those silver guards who appeared beside Shura with a serious face, before they could see the world in front of them, all died under Shura’s Demon Sword.

Every time Shura swings his sword, there will be several screams that are extremely shrill and terrifying.

As a result, the appearance of just one person made countless Dongying players escape like headless flies. This is the instinctive fear caused by the stimulation of blood.

In the chaotic crowd, several shouts of “Come on together, kill Shura” from time to time, but they would be drowned out by the boundless sound.

Perhaps he finally realized the seriousness of the problem. A golden bodyguard captain went out in person. The moment he stood beside Shura, a ray of blood swept from the top of his line of sight to the bottom… At the moment before he died, he was clear. He saw the blood line on his chest that evenly separated his body.

He was actually killed in seconds… This was his last thought before he died.