The Mist of Love of the Angel

Wind Vortex Swordsman

The thing in Darmiliawati's hands does not look luxurious let alone expensive.

It was just a bracelet made of emerald stone. Simple but contains a calming effect.

"It symbolizes fertility and well-being, try it!" Darmiliawati put the bracelet in Sekar's right hand.

The circular green bracelet is proof that Sekar is the son-in-law of the Wirangbaya family.

Darmiliawati reviewed the beautiful story behind the bracelet. The same story when her mother-in-law put the bracelet in her hand. Just like his story today.

"Unmarried couples should not live together, so once Raksa returns you must get married immediately so as not to be slandered, May I soon be blessed by healthy grandchildren, she said, handsome like a Raksa and beautiful like you".

Hearing the words Sekar's grandson smiled. A cute and cute figure runs around shouting to call her mom. Make her smile herself.

Darmiliawati touched Sekar's cheek. The girl was shocked. She stared timidly at the face of her future mother-in-law. Both of them laughed loudly.

Darmiliawati then took a comb and began to tidy up Sekar's black hair. After that he tied it up neatly.

After spoiling Sekar in the room. Darmiliawati takes Sekar to the back of the house. It was a surprise that fascinated the girl.

In front of Sekar lay a beautiful flower garden. Growing and well-groomed. In the middle of the park there is a small lake with clear water.

Darmiliawati introduced her little paradise. A place to spend time when he misses Raksa. Enjoying the flapping of the wings of a multi-colored butterfly.

Sekar amazement. He ran from flower to flower. Enjoying the beauty and fragrance that spread. Make her graceful figure look like a goddess in the garden of nirvana.

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Wind Vortex Swordsman welcomed the arrival of Raksa with a proud look. How many not. The Raksa came with unexpected conditions. Abundant deep energy, solid and clean meridians. In addition, Raksa also has blood that is immune to high levels of toxins.

Raksa also came carrying some rare types of fungi and nutritious plants. Some are even considered extinct. Like heartbroken flowers and soul-reversing grass. Grass with two colors is useful for the potion of men who want to have two wives.

The grass is targeted by kings and high officials.

Raksa then gave the important problems he faced. About the situation of the dead and the danger of Sekar. Sword Spirit's will and the Sakti's moves and blows that the sword Spirit wants.

The Wind Force Swordsman smiled gently. He understands Raksa's condition.

He then took Raksa to a secret place. It is located on a steep cliff near Pancoran Mas.

Pancoran Mas is the name of a spring that flows on the east side of Mount Rinjani. It is called Pancoran Mas because the water is mixed with sulfur. When exposed to sunlight, it is yellow like gold. Beautiful blinding eyes.

If the rainy season the water will flow to form a tributary. A great place to be alone and imaginative for travelers and lonely travelers.

Wind Vortex Swordsman introduces his favorite spot. The place where he practiced and spent decades of his life.

Protected holy spell. The hidden cave turned out to store objects of the magical world of the land of Selaparang. Starting from various keris, spears, swords and armor of war.

All of this is a collection of Wind Force Swordsmen. He found it while wandering around the earth Selaparang.

The old man then led to the wall of the cave. Take the black box. It is a shabby and obtuse ancient book.

The Book of Wind Force.

Book of the wrestlers from the corners of the archipelago. One of the most Sakti sciences written by a select swordsman, the personal bodyguard of Dewi Rinjani. Raden Barong Segeti's.

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Raksa opened the first page of the book. It is a message from the author. Ask the heirs of this science to use that knowledge in goodness.

The second page contains a kind of defense science of the body. Lolat Ampan Science. Immune science that makes the owner hard and slippery like rock.

It took Raksa a week in the guidance of the teacher to master the science.

Then on the third page Raksa must learn the style of Wind Force. Seven-level sword moves with mysterious movement difficulty.

This stance is the main pair of Black Mermaid swords. With this style Raksa as if brought into a different dimension. A beautiful movement full of philosophy.

On the fourth page it says Ajian the ultimate Wind Wound. The Milky Way punch without form. After successfully mastering Raksa is able to destroy objects with formless power. There is no visible energy but has great destructive power. Its greatness depends on the high and low strength of the inner power.

The last page is a picture of some creatures that once existed in the legend. Drawing of a dragon, horse, bird and other animals with the form of fish and insects.

The beast in the picture is bound by a Contract with the author of the book The Wind Force. Existence is now the keeper of the majesty of Mount Rinjani. Falling asleep in the supernatural dimension that only certain people can enter.

The beast figure could be summoned as a combat partner in a desperate state. Some nicknames and special ways to call them are described in outline.

Raksa remembered his battle with the silver masked woman. The ability of his combat partner was similar to the final contents of the book Celaksa Angin.

Who is he really?

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A butterfly flew low and perched on a red rose. The wings are like pieces of rainbow color.

I looked at him in amazement. His outstretched hand offered a stopover. Butterflies that feel disturbed choose to fly away.

He has gone through three full moons in wait. During that time he learned many things.

He learned to weave and cook. Learn to babysit small and cute country boy. Although fate about life and death mrnghantui. The villagers are still living life.

The presence of Sekar became the lips of the citizens. His perfect figure with a person full of gentleness makes everyone fall in love.

The three full moon of Raksa's departure has emerged dozens of hearts that are ready to fight for the heart of the beautiful angel.

The old grandparents who were already neighing, the young cowherd mounted grass until the little boy with snot. Although only a wishful thinking.

Love is love without a name.

Like the lake in the mountains

Sweet, sweet as the smile of a loyal lover

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Two more months the competition of the warriors of the land of Selaparang will begin. The committee commissioned by the kingdom has been working hard.

The magnificent stage of the black crow stone had stood on the palace grounds. Ready to be a place for science and magic weapons of the warriors.

Beginner category and superpower class. Each one has a different stage.

The prize for the winner is very tempting. Starting from money and important positions. In addition there are also some souvenirs from the famous Selaparang king sakti mandraguna.

The invitation has been spread. Ask for the presence of the heroes to enliven the competition. Silaturrahmi.

The white school that got in the invitation to send participants increasingly hard to educate talented students who will be sent to the competition.

Including small universities that have just been established, spread throughout the Selaparang kingdom.

There are even those who make small competitions between universities for just a test match. Provide combat experience before the competition begins.

For individual participants need to take their own invitation with some conditions. The family lineage or teacher that guarantees them is white flow.

A black school that studies the science of committing crimes such as cheating, robbing, raping whether it's a girl or a neighbor's wife, criminal fugitives for treason or running away because they do not want to pay debts do not belong to the category.

Such a person is rubbish. There is no self-respect. They deserved to rot in prison before they were burned in a burning hell.

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The Wind Force Swordsman watched as the Mercury sitting cross-legged fused the feeling. Concentrate on summoning some legendary fighting beasts that are bound by a contract with the book of Wind Force.

Ground vibrates. Air heats. The wind blew away dust and gravel.

Whuss!!!

The hundreds of meters long, scaly, fiery red eyes and sturdy ablaze of roaring materials broke the silence of the valley. Emerging from the fog.

The next instant the shrill cry, a silver Rajawali figure with wings hundreds of meters flew around the top of the hills.

The most thrilling seconds present the heat and the neighing sound of horses. His blaring voice moved the mountain wall and echoed sweeping through space-time.

The three animals moved to show off their respective characteristics. The Giant Eagle even spun over the head of the Wind Force Swordsman.

The Wind Force Swordsman gave the order to the Mercury to interact with the beasts.

Fear and doubt lead to their interaction. After convincing himself and trying he succeeded. The beast is ready to fight to eradicate evil.

The Raksa even tried some moves. Wind Vortex warriors control giant eagles. Raksa acted on a paddled horse. The warhorse from the fire neighs, crashing, smashing rocks with flaming footprints.

The foot of the fire beast could grow bigger, melting one small hill with a single blow.

The Wind Forced Swordsman smiled with satisfaction. The results achieved exceeded his expectations.

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Deep in Gili Melting.

Pomegranate unmasked the silver mask of her face cover. The mask that almost ten years accompanied his adventurous steps outside Gili.

His face is perfect. A face that can calm anyone. But the reality has sown terror and catastrophe.

Is this the reason that dashing and beautiful does not guarantee the contents of his heart?

A little girl came in and stood behind the girl.

"The teacher called out to my sister, she was waiting in her room!" The girl turned away.

Entering the dark room the girl immediately crouched down beside the bed.

"Teacher, I'm coming" the girl whispered softly.

The woman lying in bed opened her eyes. His pale lips twitched. His hands were weakly raised trying to reach the girl.

"Fifth, you've come home, I'm worried ..." Tears flowed down her wrinkled cheeks. Skinny stay skin with pale color.

The teacher and the student engaged in a slow, heartwarming conversation. Make anyone's chest explode in a day.

The teacher's message at the end of his life.

"Be a good girl. Don't follow my stray steps. Turns out it hurt. At the end of my death I really feel. Find a life partner. You deserve to live happily. Watch brother. I put everything I have on this island. Take care and keep. Promise me the first point. Be a good girl...." He whispered. Like a sweep of the wind in the leaves when dusk docked. Then the eyes opened. Silence for ever.

Pomegranate and little girl crouched down beside the teacher's navel. Saying a farewell sentence.

"Are we really going, brother, if we go who will take care of this island?"the little girl looked up at her sister.

"We're going to go back, this island will be fine" Pomegranate crouched down and hugged the little girl.

A thin mist condensed enveloping the bodies of the two girls. Moving like a dream in the wind. Next it disappears without a trace.

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The blue-eyed youth greeted a girl who sat pensively alone enjoying the twilight.

"My Little Angel, I'm back" ....

... Connect ...