Asura, one of the six realms of the Buddha Kingdom, and one of the eight gods of the Heavenly Dragon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is not a god, not a ghost, not a human. It is a supreme ghost god who combines the supernatural powers of the gods, the ferocity of ghosts, and the seven emotions of people.

At that starry moment, the "Shura King" wrapped in the fire of the red lotus suddenly rose to the "martial arts", killing, arrogant, charming and dangerous. Tens of millions of people were madly obsessed with him. He is the undefeated ghost god "Asura King" who is the only one in heaven and earth, and no matter how much I look up, I can't look up at the distant stars. Because it was too far away, I gave up, stopped chasing, and stopped to protect the little star he left behind in the mortal world wholeheartedly......

For many years after that, I didn't see each other again, I couldn't forget it, I didn't dare to think about it. He already has a beautiful and elegant "princess" by his side, and every move and every move is so compatible. Only when darkness descends, does the "ugly duckling" dare to be deeply jealous of the "princess", and dare to miss the pair of "Asura Pupils" that once stayed in the mortal world......

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14:00 p.m. Living room on the first floor of the Roquehouse

"Xiaoyi, you have worked hard. I don't have to do anything more today, let's get off work, and I'll be able to receive the guests in the evening. ”

Liang Yongxin, who was reading the newspaper after lunch, smiled and said to the maid who had just finished cleaning up the kitchen, looking in a good mood.

"Yes." Li Songwei also knew that this was the owner's understanding of herself, and she was indeed a little worried, so it was the best arrangement, after all, the owner knew her.

However, she was still a little worried: "That... Master, the ingredients for the evening have been prepared, the cooked food I sealed it with plastic wrap and put it on the kitchen counter, the stir-fry dishes have been washed and cut, you just need to go directly to the pot and fry it at night. The red wine and white wine I bought are placed on the second floor of the kitchen cabinet, and there are a dozen beers on the first floor, which should be enough. Coffee in ......"

"Okay, okay, I know, I'll see it later, you can rest assured." Liang Yongxin interrupted the maid's words and urged her to hurry down the mountain.

"Yes, then I'll take my leave first, you've worked hard today, and I'll come early tomorrow morning to make breakfast." Li Songwei bowed respectfully, turned around and walked towards the small room on the second floor, ready to change the maid's clothes and freshen up in the bathroom on the second floor. The proprietor was generous to her, allowing her to use the facilities and belongings of the house as she pleased, but she knew she should be cautious. So she chose the smallest and most inconspicuous room in the Bird's House to use, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to the owner.

Liang Yongxin put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at the thin back of the maid who was leaving, and shook his head slightly helplessly, "What a stubborn woman." He thought to himself.

When he hired a maid, Liang Yongxin really worked hard, because no one wanted to work in such a remote place. Later, Liang Yongxin reluctantly found Li Songweiyi, who she once met, and asked her if she would like to come to work, thinking that Li Songweiyi would refuse, but she didn't expect her to agree. Later, I learned that Li Song Weiyi's mother was seriously ill, and her son was in urgent need of tuition, so she had to make money immediately anyway. So, Liang Yongxin put forward the hope that Li Song Weiyi would continue to work in Luoque House in the future, be a maid when someone lives, and be a regular cleaning administrator when no one lives, and take the initiative to increase his salary a lot. In order to help Li Songwei solve the current predicament, Liang Yongxin first advanced her salary for half a year, so that she could settle her mother and son before coming to work at Luoquewu.

In this way, Li Songwei also became a full-time maid in Luoque House. However, doing housework is a piece of cake for Li Songwei, she has dexterous and capable hands, but she is not good at socializing with people, and she will unconsciously get nervous when there are more people.

At first, Liang Yongxin proposed to let Li Song Weiyi live in Luoque House, but when Liang Yongxin introduced her to some friends who would come to Luoque House as guests, Li Songweiyi seemed to be a little hesitant, and then she made it clear that she did not want to live in Luoque House, saying that she would be afraid to live alone at night, and she only needed to rent a small farmer's house at the foot of the mountain to live. So, Liang Yongxin also went with her.

At this time, Li Song Weiyi had already changed her clothes and walked downstairs, she was wearing light-colored jeans and a pink high-neck sweater, and a dark gray coat on the outside, very delicate, looking not at all like a thirty-seven-year-old middle-aged maid, but like a younger demure and shy female writer.

"Well, then, I'm taking my leave." Li Song Weiyi stood at the entrance and once again made his wishes to the owner, and then he held up the umbrella he carried with him and left the house. She has always walked down the mountain, although it takes more than an hour to walk down the mountain, but she does not know how to drive, and she is not willing to rent the car of the farmers down the mountain. So think of it as a kind of exercise.

The rain in the sky was not heavy, but it was small and dense, and the cold wind blew in the face, making the rain hit the face from time to time. Li Songwei also pressed the umbrella very low and walked quickly on the empty mountain road. A red car drove towards her from a distance, and Li Songwei also leaned against the rock wall to give way to the car, and the umbrella naturally covered her face when she gave way. Just as she was about to continue descending the mountain, she suddenly heard the sound of another car coming from the distance, so she stood still and waited- This is a silver Audi A9, the domineering appearance shows the personality of the owner, indeed, the man in the driver's seat also has a wild and uninhibited, fascinating appearance. He is Luo Yifan, the founder and first director of the private stage troupe Su Luo Fanchen, and he is also one of the very few artists in China who are famous in Asia for their performances that combine stage plays and classical dance. At this time, Luo Yifan's brows furrowed slightly, and he drove the car without turning his eyes. A slight frown is his habitual action, and as long as his expression becomes serious, his brows will unconsciously wrinkle. "Don't frown, there will be wrinkles, the appearance of a thirty-four-year-old man is very important, especially an actor. Do you want to go for a facelift before you turn 40? The woman sitting next to her is named Lu Emei, enchanting and beautiful, but there is always a strong force in her words. She is the current manager of Luo Yifan, and one of the important partners and screenwriters of the Su Luo Fan Dust Theater Company. "I'm used to it." Luo Yifan replied hastily, he has always said little, especially when driving. But he seemed to listen to the woman's words and deliberately relaxed his facial expression.

Seeing that Luo Yifan listened to her opinion, Lu Huimei seemed very satisfied, she relaxed her body and leaned on the back of the chair, her eyes still staying on the faces of the people around her. The love in her eyes is clear, revealing her frank and undisguised personality. "Emi, how are you going to get down the mountain in a minute?" Luo Yifan asked, he went up the mountain this time not only at the invitation of an old friend, but more importantly, to solve a matter that has been on his mind for many years, and Lu Huimei will be very troublesome by his side. When the matter is settled, he will naturally tell her, but not now. Emmi's strong personality may cause trouble. "I... If you can't go down the mountain, you will stay, anyway, Yongxin will not care about one more person, and ......" Lu Emi glanced meaningfully at the man who had a fight with gravity, and continued: "You deliberately want to go up the mountain alone, is there someone waiting for you on the mountain?" You're so popular, of course I can't be careless as a girlfriend. Yongxin also has a problem, he knows that we are a couple, why didn't he invite me? By the way, you two won't have a problem, swimmers are recognized as ......" "Shut up!" Luo Yifan interrupted Emi in a deep voice, and he was upset for no reason: this woman always claimed to be his girlfriend, and she spoke so directly that the media also hyped up that they were dating. What's wrong with being pretty, it's not your own dish, you can't say anything. How many times did Luo Yifan want to clarify, but because her father was the majority shareholder of Su Luo Fanchen, for the sake of Su Luo Fanchen's future, Luo Yifan swallowed the words many times. Thinking of Emi's father, he sighed lightly in his heart, and his tone softened a lot: "I'm sorry, don't guess." ”

"Anyway, it's popular now, what can't you say." pouted her bright red lips dissatisfied, deliberately selling cuteness in front of the man she liked, and self-righteously thought that the man in front of her was guilty of murdering her. Lu Emi is always so blindly confident and so simple. It's like a solid piece of cloth: those who like it flock to it; Those who don't love turn a blind eye. Feeling the sweet breath of the people around him, Luo Yifan now has only helplessness in his heart. The car drove forward for about 2 minutes, and Lu Huimei casually glanced out of the window - "Oops" She exclaimed, and there was a small figure standing on the side of the road, with an umbrella low over her face, like a ghost in the rain. "What's wrong?" "That's... Well, there's a guy on the side of the road, like a ghost. Lu Emei was shocked, pointing at the man with one hand and gently patting her chest with the other. “？” Taking advantage of the moment of turning and slowing down, Luo Yifan's eyes squinted slightly, and he took the fleeting person into his eyes. "She can't be a wild ghost wandering in the mountains, let me tell you, there used to be such a legend, there is a world of ghosts, there is a mountain in it, it is said that there is a golden rooster living on the mountain, whenever the golden rooster crows, the ghost wandering outside at night will return to the mountain...... Although it's only past 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is so dark, maybe ......" gushing endlessly, Lu Huimei inadvertently turned her head to look at Luo Yifan- "?! …… Meaning... Yifan? For a moment, I felt trembling all over, all the words were stuck in my throat, and Lu Huimei could barely say a word. At this time, Luo Yifan's whole person changed, like a lion that broke out in an instant to the death of the other party, killing all over his body, and he couldn't live forever. The pair of "Asura Pupils" that fascinated all beings at this moment unreservedly emitted a dark red pupil like "the arrival of ghosts and gods". No one can not be afraid of such an aura. Not to mention Lu Huimei, a woman. She didn't know what was going on, she wanted to ask, she wanted to know the man's heart, but if she asked, she would expose her trembling and cowardice, so she pretended not to see it and forced herself to turn her head away-'Compared to him now, what is the 'ghost' outside the window to be afraid of' - this is Lu Huimei's truest thought in an instant. Looking out the window, Lu Huimei felt a burst of sadness for no reason. Since falling in love with this man, she has been unwilling to be the woman behind him, so she desperately chases after him, invading his life from all sides, and even using her father's power, just so that one day he will only see herself in his eyes. But now, she felt less and less aware of him. Lu Huimei is not stupid, she can see that Luo Yifan doesn't love her, because there have never been flowers, no sweet words, no vows for so many years, she can have as many things as she wants in other men, but this man is so cold and almost cruel. However, what if he doesn't love it, he is destined to belong to himself, as long as he controls the troupe, he doesn't want to run away...... Thinking of this, the corners of Lu Huimei's small mouth began to rise again.