Legend of the Asura

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"Okay, don't talk about it." Emperor Tianlong waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "I think what Shang Aiqing said is reasonable, so I will bestow the 'Tianlong Secret Order' on the Wind Soul Warrior."

"Your Majesty, you must not be so rash..." The blue-robed old man hurriedly knelt down.

"Prime Minister Zuo doesn't need to say any more, I have my own measure. In terms of force, Feng Hun is the number one human being in another world; in terms of ability, he accomplished what the entire Tianlong Palace could not do in three days by himself in three days; in terms of merit , he saved my life; in terms of virtue, dear friends, ask yourself, if you get such a holy thing, will you choose to use it for yourself or give it to me selflessly."

After the emperor finished speaking in a deep voice, his majestic eyes swept towards the minister.

The civil and military officials were speechless, slowly savoring the words of the emperor, more and more began to feel that Fenghun, a human from another world, is a talent with both virtue and ability, and even Fengxiao can feel that he is simply a synonym for perfection.

Prime Minister Zuo saw that the emperor had made up his mind, so he could only sigh and retreat, and he only hoped that Fenghun could really afford this token.

"Master Zhang, transfer the Heavenly Dragon Secret Order in the Imperial Study Room to the Wind Soul Warrior."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Tiangang Talisman's Sky Capture! Move!"

The talisman paper in Zhang Tianshi's hand was broken, and a golden token appeared in front of Feng Xiao out of thin air, and it drifted automatically, and was worn on his left chest.

"Wind Soul Warrior, I have specially given you the secret order of the Tianlong. With this card, you will become the new envoy of the Tianlong. You will be admired by the people of Tianlong. You can enter and leave the palace at will. Slay evil, I believe you will not let me down." Emperor Tianlong smiled inwardly, with this token, you will not be able to separate yourself from the imperial court.

"So awesome?" Feng Xiao hurriedly checked the attributes of the Heavenly Dragon Secret Order.

Heavenly Dragon Secret Order: special item, bound owner: Wind Soul. Not tradable, not dropable, not stealable. The tokens bestowed by the Tianlong Dynasty on those who have made extraordinary achievements will be given out every 30 years. The person who gets this token will be the secret envoy of Tianlong and will gain great honor and power.

Effect: The right of the secret order: holding the token can spend 5 times for free in various stores in Tianlonghuang City, and all subsequent purchases will be discounted by 50%.

The prestige of the secret order: lucky +5, holding the token can pk at will in the city without being captured by the guards, and killing people will not increase the crime value; you can kill traitors and rebels, and get rewards from the Tianlong Dynasty.

The Prestige of the Secret Order: Prestige +1000, one chance to dispatch an army of no more than 1000 people in the city to assist in the battle once a day, only for battles in the city.

Feng Xiao almost cheered, this seemingly inconspicuous Tianlong secret order was actually a discount card, a murder license and a troop talisman.

Feng Xiao hurriedly imitated those old men and cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your gift! I will definitely not shame this token."

"Hehe, good... By the way, Wind Soul Warrior, I wonder if I can call out your unicorn so that I can see its power."

Emperor Tianlong's eyes lit up, and he looked impatient, and all civil and military officials were also attracted, and looked at Feng Xiao expectantly.

"Uh... Your Excellency, my unicorn was born an hour ago and is now sleeping..." Feng Xiao thought for a while and decided not to let Xiao Xiao out.

"Just born?" The emperor wondered, "Then what is your unicorn's blood? As far as I know, a unicorn's blood essence can only be produced in a thousand years. Could it be that the blood essence you got came from another unicorn?"

"That's right, it was its father. After the little unicorn was born, it also died." Just after finishing speaking, Feng Xiao was startled, not knowing why he suddenly said that Zi Lei was dead.

Feng Xiao didn't know that when Zi Lei sent him away, in order to prevent someone from thinking about it again, he used extremely powerful soul power to lay a psychological hint in his consciousness.

"So that's how it is. I've also heard that only one unicorn has survived in the world since ancient times. In this way, this drop of unicorn's blood I got is the only one in the next thousand years." Emperor Tianlong sighed, secretly rejoicing.

...

After bidding farewell to Emperor Tianlong, Feng Xiao followed Old Man Fang to Tianlong West Street to claim his mansion.

"Wind Soul Warrior, this is the mansion given to you by the emperor. As long as you sign the title deed, no one can enter this mansion unless you allow it." The old man said with a charming smile on his face, and at the same time took out the A title deed.

"Wow! It can't be true! This is too..."

The mansion in front of me is extremely large, at least as big as a football field, with gardens, swimming pools, and warehouses inside. In the middle of the mansion, there is a three-storey classical attic with luxurious decoration, elegant and fresh and natural layout. The entire mansion has a stunning and comfortable feel to it.

A mansion, an absolute mansion, even in real life, few people can afford such a mansion.

What's more valuable is that the location of the mansion is right in the middle of Tianlong West Street, facing the large Tianlong Square and the commercial street, it is an excellent location!

Feng Xiao signed his name, and the land deed turned into a white light and entered his body.

"Ding, you have successfully become the owner of the mansion at No. 001 Tianlong West Street, please name the mansion."

"...The wind tower."

"Ding, the naming is successful. The right to use and dispose of the wind building is entirely yours. You can choose to rebuild, demolish, decorate, rent, sell and so on."

"Halo... demolish or sell? Unless I'm sick."

After dismissing the old man who had been trying to get close to him with a few sentences, Feng Xiao pushed open the door and entered the wind tower.

"Hi Master Fenghun, welcome back..."

As soon as she entered the wind building, an exquisite and beautiful system beauty stood there to greet her respectfully. The girl was not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows.

"Who are you?"

"Young Master, my name is Rourou. I used to be Princess Shuiyue's maid, but now I am Young Master's maid."

"Are you sent by Emperor Tianlong?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you continue to serve...uh, Princess Shuiyue."

"Master Fenghun, Princess Shuiyue, she...she...the imperial doctor said that she can't live for three days, and the emperor has been with her in person these few days." Speaking of Princess Shuiyue, Rourou felt like crying, as if She has a deep relationship with Princess Shuiyue.

"Can't live for three days? It turns out that Princess Shuiyue is so seriously ill. The poor emperor lost his daughter just after recovering his life." Feng Xiao sighed pitifully.

"Rourou, what is your duty?"

"My duty?" Rou Rou put away the tears that were about to fall, and said in a little daze: "My duty is to help the young master pack everything and obey any orders the young master has."

"Any order? I can tell you to do anything?" Feng Xiao was taken aback, and said with some playfulness.

A maid who listens to everything, what an evil existence.

Rou Rouyu's face turned red, obviously thinking of something more evil, he hesitated for a long time before saying: "The emperor asked me to belong to the young master Fenghun from now on, as long as the young master is willing, I can do... anything."

Feng Xiao laughed, and walked into the attic. When passing by Rourou's side, he suddenly reached out his hand and rubbed her plump breasts twice.

"Ah..." Sensitive parts were attacked, Rou Rou instinctively squatted down with her chest in her arms, her face was as red as blood, feeling extremely wronged.

"Ding, you have been harassed by the master Fenghun, you can choose to punish him systematically, do you want to punish him?"

"No...no punishment." Rourou hastily chose not to punish, one thing she had to say first, and two things she didn't dare.

"Never show your cards easily, your young master may not be a good person." Feng Xiao's voice came from the front, Rou Rou quickly stood up, straightened the clothes on her chest, and followed.

What am I afraid of, molesting beautiful women in the system is not a crime—it is still delivered to your door.

"Master..."

"Um?"

"Can you... take off your mask and let me see the young master's appearance, otherwise... otherwise Rourou will feel unreal." Following Feng Xiao into the luxuriously decorated hall, Rourou finally couldn't help being timid asked.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if I let you see it, but I am so handsome. People call me 'Prince of the Wind', 'Little White Dragon with Jade Face', 'Little Man of the Soul', everyone loves flowers. Open, women usually fall in love with me crazily at the first sight of me, don't you worry about falling in love with me by accident? Oh, don't you think this mask is very cool?"

"..." Rourou fainted for a moment, is this the number one warrior who was praised by the emperor, who was rare in the sky and unparalleled in the earth, who subdued the unicorn? No matter how you look at it, he is a hooligan and a narcissist.

"Hehe, Shura Huan, take it."

Rourou's eyes lit up, and she fell into a daze for an instant...

It was an extremely handsome face, under the long eyebrows slashed by swords, the eyes were as bright as stars, as black as ink, and as deep as the sea with no bottom to be seen. The bridge of the nose and lips outline the most delicate arcs, his eyes are sharp, his expression is chic, coupled with his straight and stalwart body, he is really like a jade tree facing the wind. There was evil in the freehand expression, and a faint aura of condescension to the world.

"Young master... really has the capital of narcissism..." Rourou was dreaming like a dream.

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