[Holy Biography] Behind-the-scenes BOSS Struggle

In the middle of the night, the sky is dotted with countless stars.

Asura, nestled in Yaksha King's embrace, suddenly opened his eyes.

He moved his arms away, retracted the feet that kicked Yaksha King because of his messy sleeping position, and sat up quietly, even Yaksha King, who had always been sensitive, didn't notice his movements.

He looked back at the still sleeping person, and then left the room without looking back.

Except for the royal family of Garuda and the guards with combat effectiveness, the people of Sky City live in the castle floating in the air, and all other civilians live in the city below the castle.

The houses here are made up of thatch and stones, scattered in a well-proportioned manner, and the walls are only simply brushed with mud to prevent ventilation.

For the sake of comfort, Xinhe sold the animal skins and meat collected from hunting, and with the money collected by some bandits along the road, he rented this common house with four small rooms and a kitchen. A lot of clean bedding and clothing were bought.

So he finally had a room where he could sleep alone.

And after King Garuda came, it allowed them to keep the remaining funds that they were about to pay safely in their pockets.

Asura came to the yard and looked at the earthen window of Xinhe's room quietly. After a while, he suddenly raised his eyes and glanced sharply at the dark brown goshawk standing on the fence combing its feathers.

The goshawk seemed to be aware of the sight that fell on him. It tilted its head slightly, took a look at Asura, and then spread its wings, planning to fly away.

However, in the next second, before its claws left the enclosure, hot flames suddenly erupted around its body.

"squeak--!"

[Arrogant people who dare to spy on Asura. 】

Asura grabbed the goshawk that was struggling violently and fell down, and tightly strangled its neck with his palms so that it could not continue to whine. Looking at the body that was constantly twitching under the brutal torment of the flames, he showed a mocking smile.

[Who is your master, answer me, I will let you die easier. 】The goshawk kept flapping and shaking, the feathers on its wings were completely on fire, and the flesh and blood also emitted a scorched smell and blood.

[Don't you answer? 】

The flames soared, and the goshawk instantly intensified its churning, straightening its neck and uttering a silent cry.

Asura sneered, 【It seems that your education is not enough. 】

"Asura."

Asura was startled, turned his head abruptly, lost control of the power in his hand, twisted the goshawk's neck, and the originally strong sky-fighting king instantly lost all vitality and drooped his head.

Xin He glanced at his hand lightly, and Ashura unconsciously hid behind him.

【Father...】

Although it can't appear easily, and it takes a long time to use the accumulated mental power to control the body, the Asura who has been outside all the time knows everything he has experienced and observed.

Therefore, he also knew that his father, the king, did not seem to like cruel killing and destruction.

"Sure enough, the weather in the south is still too hot, making it difficult for people to fall asleep."

"But such a beautiful, unobstructed starry sky is the most attractive. You can't see such a clear beauty in the woods."

Singh looked up, then turned back to Asura, and smiled slightly.

Asura stared at him blankly.

Seeing him, Xin He couldn't help being amused again.

Destroying the world is such a hopeless dream, no matter how you look at it, it feels really stupid.

Everyone is dead, who cooks, who farms, who weaves and makes clothes?

Do you want a person to run naked in the wilderness with a hungry stomach?

Or should it be said that it is true that people are not in the middle of two wasteful youths?

The thoughts of teenagers in adolescence are indeed more difficult to guess than the thoughts of women when they are in love. →→

Xin He shook his head and sighed, but smiled and waved to Asura, "Come here, Asura, if you can't sleep, go out with Dad."

This dilapidated house is too stuffy, there is no air conditioner or electric fan, this is going to force him to suffer from heat stroke.

He took Asura who was walking slowly, "I don't know if there is a market in Sky City at night. If there is no nightlife, then the people here are too boring."

【Father...don't hate me? 】

"Why do I hate Asura? Or do you think that what Dad said before that he likes Asura the most is a lie?" Is it the night of the second year of middle school, or is he finally at the age where he can answer such strange questions from children?

Even the leftover man doesn't need to hit him like this, okay? ==

Asura pursed his lips, all the violence and cruelty in his eyes had settled and disappeared, and a warm streamer was slowly flashing. He put his cheek on the back of Xin He's hand, and his whole body also cuddled up to Xin He's side with nostalgia.

Singh took his hand, "Asura."

Asura looked up at him, 【? 】

Xin He gave a serious education, "Next time I want to roast the bird, remove the internal organs and blood first, so that there will be no peculiar smell after roasting."

Asura nodded without hesitation, 【I see, Father. 】

Xin He was satisfied, and rubbed his head, "That's good, throw away the things in your hand, Asura, it's unbearable if you make it like this, let's find another supper."

Asura glanced at the charred eagle in his hand, frowned, wrinkled his nose, and then easily threw his hands in the corner.

Then he wiped the palm of his hand carefully on the clothes before reaching out and grabbing Xin He's robe.

The thing just now is really ugly.

Asura hugged Xin He's waist tightly, thinking with disgust in his heart.

He has to practice his strength hard, and try to cook beautiful and delicious works next time, and give it to his father to make him happy.

Xin He didn't know what Asura was thinking, otherwise he would have to give him a good compliment.

But before leading Asura out of the alley, he glanced at the thrown corpse in the corner again, and frowned slightly.

It seems that something big has happened again...

"Uh……"

On the Sky City soldiers training ground, someone hidden in a shadowy corner suddenly groaned and even knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Saman? What's the matter, you don't look well?"

Hearing this, Saman immediately gathered his palms with his sleeves—there was a skin on his palm that seemed to be scalded by extremely hot heat, and the crystal ball-like thing in his palm had already melted and evaporated just now— He quickly got up and turned around as if nothing had happened.

"Siley? I'm fine. Why are you here?"

"The king just ordered me to find a few weapons from the arsenal, and I have been practicing martial arts until now. Now I have finally rested and asked me to put them back," the visitor said, holding all kinds of swords and swords in his arms. Seeing the surprised look in the opponent's eyes, he said with a smile: "The king seems to have rekindled his interest in martial arts. Every time he wields a weapon, he has a strong fighting spirit, and it becomes more and more powerful."

Saman narrowed his eyes and murmured: "Is that so..."

"However, when I was passing by just now, I heard a voice, and when I came here, I realized that it was you. Speaking of which, why are you still up so late?"

Saman was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I just thought of my mother, so I came out to relax."

When Xi Lai heard the words, he immediately showed a worried expression, "Saman, you shouldn't always put so much pressure on yourself. As long as we block the demons from the barrier and fight by the king's side, one day, your The hatred will be washed away with the corpses of those monsters."

The shaman was silent about this. He didn't respond to Xilai's comfort, but turned and left without saying a word.

Xi Lai scratched his head, "I don't care about people, is it because I haven't been out of the city to fight recently, and the pressure is too great?"

"what!"

"Aha!"

"what!"

Cutting on the enchantment formed by the flames, the blade of the long knife "hummed" violently. King Garuda, who was shaken away by the impact, turned over and just fell to the ground with difficulty, and had to jump high in embarrassment. To avoid the raging flames that followed.

With his palms on the ground several times in the air, he finally got a temporary rest on the high cliff far away. King Garuda kept panting, looking at Xin He who was not far away, his eyes were full of solemnity and fighting spirit.

Damn, what a powerful force...

It's really hard to deal with, King Asura hasn't even pulled out the Shura knife yet...

King Garuda gritted his teeth, suddenly threw away the long knife, bowed his slender and beautiful back, and trembled with his hands and five fingers slightly open. The bright halo quickly accumulated in the palm, and the rotation brought the surrounding air to rotate at a high speed. Finally, she "Ah!" With a loud cry, he raised his arms high, and poured all his strength into the body of the Garuda, which soared into the sky.

"Garuda Luo Fei Tianxiang!"

The beams of light carrying huge energy kept attacking on a large scale, sweeping the entire area like a carpet bombing.

"Father!" Little Asura yelled nervously.

The wind blows away the swirling dust and smoke, and the raging fire immediately follows.

King Garuda subconsciously blocked her eyes with her arms, but under the head-on blow with huge momentum, she was still sent flying, and mercilessly hit the rock behind her.

After losing his strength, he fell to his knees and fell to the ground. King Garuda couldn't help coughing loudly while holding his chest.

The Dragon King couldn't help muttering in shock, "Okay, so strong..."

Yasha King also had bright eyes, and the swift and brilliant martial arts competition between the strong made him also burn with fighting spirit.

When the smoke that blocked everything dispersed, the light of the flame was burning brightly in the center that was just attacked by the beam of light, jumping and rising around the man cheerfully and intimately.

"Father!" Little Asura jumped off Yaksha King's shoulder and ran over with a big laugh, "Father!"

Xin He smiled and lifted him up and hugged him. Amidst the giggling of the little Asura, he turned his head to look at King Garuda standing up on the rock. The Garuda stood on her shoulder and "squeaked" "Squeak" yelled at Singh.

"Is this the stunt of the Garuda tribe? It is indeed full of powerful destructive power. With such a powerful king, I am not surprised that the demons have been firmly blocked by you for so many years."

King Garuda looked away, and said in a low voice, "You haven't used the Shura Saber yet." This can be regarded as making the defeated her even more bitter.

Xin He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "No, if King Garuda still has the strength to continue to charge up, even I can no longer keep the last hole card, please don't belittle yourself."

King Garuda, who had been hurt by his self-esteem, finally felt a little better because of these words.

"In any case, he is the number one god of war in the heavens. Even if he loses, he can get a lot of gains. Such a rare opportunity," the Dragon King pulled out the Dragon Tooth Saber from his back, eager to try, "Then, I..."

"Let's rest today," Xin He interrupted him relentlessly, "I have another training for you and Ashura, if you don't pass it, I won't agree to give you guidance."

Even if he really wants to hone and familiarize himself with the strength of his body through actual combat, you bastards don't have to make a fuss like this, hey!

Glancing at King Yaksha who was holding the Night Demon Knife and was about to cut it, Xin He couldn't help but twitch again.

"The same goes for King Yaksha. He has been on guard for us for so long, so relax a little. Let's all go back together."

The Dragon King cast a sad and accusing gaze.

The expression of facial paralysis was still facial paralysis, but the low clouds above his head began to gather again.

Singh ignored them without hindrance.

Come to fight if you don't accept it!ヽ（*￣▽￣）ノ

Wrong, if you don't accept him, you won't fight anymore!

He wants to go back to his little yard to lie on the soft bed and bask in the sun next to the ice cubes and eat grilled chicken wings! ╭（╯^╰）╮

Xin He coughed, and turned to King Garuda, who was currently letting Garuda take care of the fallen leaves in his hair.

"Recently, I suddenly became interested in some things. If I don't offend, I hope to get some answers from King Garuda."

King Garuda was startled, and then replied without hesitation: "Okay, king, what do you want to ask?"