Dragon’s Legacy

Internal air, exercise, knowledge, magic.

“Aru's skin has improved a lot. ”

In the Elven bath in Quezron Castle, the poet hugged Aru with his arms and touched his chest.

“Hmmm... Thank you, brother. ”

Aru grunts and replies with a cheerful groan.

Although it was a small breast, it secretly tasted like it.

He licked Aru's neck and ears with his mouth and stroked Aru's chest and stomach with his hands.

Aru's skin was not very good at first. I was always working in the sun because my skin was slightly scorched and dull.

But now, because he always went into the Elvish bath and cared for his skin, his radiance was brighter and his face was brighter than ever, thanks to the cosmetics of Quezron.

In the past, if there was only the sensation of being crazy pretty, now it makes the skin white and white with radiant skin look beautiful and elegant. When strangers saw her, they might think she was a rich girl who had never suffered.

“Ahh……. ”

Aru groans as the poem stimulates the nipple.

Nowadays, Aru's vocal cords were getting more and more developed while having sex every day and having a moment during the poem. So, when I touched my breasts with a kiss that was different from the old wooden stone, my nipples quickly rose hard. The poem liked to touch the nipples of this erect aru.

“Aruna, let's get out of here. ”

“Yes, brother. ”

The poem said that the Aru was in the tub for a while because he was busy caressing it. Aru replied, not feeling well, but feeling quite sad.

Coming into the bath with the poem was Aru's favorite time of the day. It is also good to wash with the poem, but the affection that the poem gives when it comes into the bag is so ecstatic that it walks like a cloud.

The poem came out of the bag and unwrapped. I turned my back briefly and looked at the bag without much thought, but I found something strange.

[A bath filled with azeotropic oil. Drinking this water will not increase your internal air, but immersion will drain away impurities and impurities in your body. And the impurities in the bloodstream, not just the body, are also very helpful for internal circulation.]

In the meantime, I only went to the Elvish bath to care for crunchy and dry skin, but now that my skin is getting lighter and whiter, I was thinking about going to try the other effective bath. At this time, I couldn't help but pay attention because I noticed a bath containing azeotropic oil.

“Aruya, go ahead and rest. I'll be out in a minute. ”

“Yes, brother. ”

Aru went out, and the poem went into the bag. The cloudy bath was not very good visually, but it was not a problem because it just needed to be effective.

The poem went into the bath, half-casting. The buoyancy caused my body to shake slightly, but I couldn't distract the attention of the poem.

I can feel the internal air in the lower half.

The abundant energy from the aru's waves, from daily sex, was traces, but at sunrise it was steadily gathering, and a considerable amount of internal air was floating in the lower half.

Focus your mind, Gigi is in control. As the will of the poem increased, I came out of the lower sheave and went through the vein, but shortly after, I was blocked by the wall of blood. Fortunately, the wall is not as hard as it used to be. It was because it was in the bath that the wall that blocked the blood flowed.

As you shoot your energy with all your will, it pierces the wall blocking the bloodline at once.

“Well……. ”

I feel a sharp knife piercing my skin as I pierce it. Besides, the wall wasn't completely demolished. A slight gap was created so that it could move.

Concentrate your attention on the remaining walls and bring them down as far as you can. The expression of the poem distorted with the pain of cutting the flesh with the sword, but I endured it. After trying for a long time, there is enough passage for Giga to travel. However, this seemingly simple piercing of the bloodstream consumed enormous concentration and mental strength.

In this way, the poem pierced a path from the lower half to the right hand. Because it was so hard and painful, I was tired not only of my body but also of my head, but finally, I pulled the air out of the lower half of the battle and sent my right hand. Unlike before, the internal air flows smoothly through the vein.

It says in the book that if you use internal air, you use more power than humans, but now you don't feel as great power as you think.

So the poem stretched out his right hand and struck the water vigorously.

Boom!

With a loud sound, an enormous amount of water pours out from every direction. It's even more powerful than when you hit with your basic muscles!

“What, what? ”

I was more surprised when I saw the results. It was not that much internal air, but it was pulling trace amounts of internal air from the lower power field and stuck it in its right hand, and it was able to exert several times the power of what it had.

“Wow, that's amazing. ”

How to use this power from the beginning. As stated in the Basic Legislation, hitting with the pose that draws as much power as possible can lead to results beyond imagination.

My heart pounds. The situation immediately rises up and I try to test it in my room. At that moment, my head spins and my legs relax, and I sit back down in the bath. I didn't have a clue how many hours I was in the tub.

They used tremendous stamina to pierce the clogged blood. No matter how hard I try, my legs are twitching.

“Do you have a brother? ”

I barely got up and was about to go out of the tub, but Aru wore only pink panties with a cat on it carefully came into the bathtub.

I waited in the room for a long time, but after a few hours, I came because I was worried about the situation. In fact, I wanted to go to the bathhouse again after waiting 10 minutes, but I couldn't wait to go because I was annoyed by the poem.

“Aruya, can you give me a lift? ”

I didn't even have the strength to move.

“Brother!"

Aru raised the poem with a worried expression. White panties with cute cat drawings are wet and the conspiracy shines slightly.

“Thank you.”

The poem returned to the officetel under Aru's support with a satisfactory smile.

I have to train harder.

After discovering the substance of the power, the eyes of the poem fluttered with hot passion.

While he was busy for several days building up his workout, reading, and internal affairs, he continued to observe praise at the gym. Usually, if you fight like that, one of you will move the time zone, but I always came to the gym at the same time as the poem.

The body of praise was not a waste of perfection: its enormous height was 172cm, it boasted excellent angles without high heels, and its breasts, not too many B cups in Korea, showed great volume. I had long, lifelike hair with a contemporary beauty that felt urban here, so every man was quite close to an ideal.

“Hey, you're new here? ”

There was a beautiful flower, but the men couldn't stand it. The poem observed praise whenever I had a chance, but every time I saw it, various men approached it and tried to get along with it somehow.

Even now, a strong man with short sports hair approached Chan, but his face was annoyed because he had been through a lot.

“Would you mind stepping aside for a moment? ”

The poem ran right next to where the hymn was sitting and riding the bike. The LCD said it was over 1.5 km, but as the workout continued to increase significantly, it was quite tiring, but it was easy to run.

“Huff-puff... ”

The poem continued to run with a loud breath, but his mind was sold to the side of the compliment.

“Do you have time for lunch today? ”

It's not even noon yet.

“Hey, I'm not interested in that. Would you mind stepping aside, please? ”

It's still a nagging voice.

“Oh, don't do that. Let's have lunch together after you're done. ”

It was a poem with some bad feelings because of the compliment and the trouble that happened, but it was so tempting for the man to make a fuss.

“Oh, this sucks. ”

When the hymn is low and he tries to get off the bike and go to the changing room, the man grabs his shoulder.

“Hey, don't you think you've gone too far? ”

This was similar to what the poem did to Chan a few days ago.

Some disputes arise and people stare at the music as they rumble. He stopped the running machine and watched the praises as he breathed.

“I don't care about you. Get your filthy hands off me. ”

The man glances at the compliment fearfully, but the compliment looks completely unafraid.

“Oh! You're really upsetting me. ”

I took off my training shirt and threw the man to the floor to see if he was angry. When I see the tattoos on my forearms and back, the roaring people quietly look at me as if I was dead.

But the poem looked serious on the other side.

The trouble he had with himself a few days ago was an unintentional mistake. So, even after the poem apologized, he continued to listen to the profoundly insulting words, and he fought with praise in his heart.

But after observing the praises for a few days and seeing this fight today, I could understand why the praises were so annoyed.

Praise was certainly not once or twice when men were hunted this way or approached with darkness.

So there was enough room for praise to think that the poem had intentionally molested him while sneaking up on him.

At that time, if I had explained it in more detail and understood the compliment, I might not have fought, but I couldn't give up my temper if I ate the insult, so I showed enormous disdain like the man with the tattoo fighting praise now.

“It's also important to understand other people. ”

It was an unintended realization. Of course, the realization did not mean that there was a sudden increase in internal affairs or the dislocation of the child.

However, the relationship was a little awkward and a little understandable as the poet who usually lived in a closed house without any friends throughout the university.

This made me realize that it was really important to use my heart broadly.

“Crazy, do you think I'm doing this because I'm pretty? ”

The gym is ringing how loud the man shouts.

The face of praise was expressing much contempt towards the man as it had been seen before.

“How can they say that if they can't even try to seduce you? ”

The praises that spoke as if laughing at the man also glanced at the poem.

When compliments and eyes met, the poem's face was ashamed to be red, but it was also unfair. He never took his pants off to tempt praise. It was just a mistake.

“What? Because she thinks it's a girl! Yuck!”

The man raised his hand like a compliment, but the compliment didn't flinch an eye, but the poem almost came forward. It was an instinctive act to fear praise rather than fear that he was right.

“Asshole.”

Chan looks at the man, chewing on him, and speaks as if he were eating. Then he goes straight into the changing room.

“She really is. ”

The man's face flushes red with rage.

After a short fight, the people who were watching and Alba at the gym left sighing of relief.

A tattoo reminiscent of the size, sportsmanship, and like tyranny would have to be atrophied at the first sight of any ordinary person.

In that regard, I was astonished that the beating of praise that fought such a man but was not afraid at all.

“You bitch, I'll never let you go. ”

The man glances at the woman's dressing room with hot eyes.

Seeing him, the poem gave me goose bumps when I remembered what he said a few days ago.

“Ugh... No, damn it. ”

The sights on the nearby bicycle hit the LCD head. I was so ashamed that I wanted to die.

If the troubles of poetry and praise began from mistakes, then men and praise began from the temptations of men. The two beginnings were different, but the conclusions were surprisingly the same.

Every time I see people yelling at me at the Mart or Customer Center, I think it's really awkward, but I see from the eyes of a third party that I did the same thing to him.

The situation was deeply reflected. I made a commitment not to make this mistake in the future. I would be more open and considerate of others.

“What are you looking at! You bastards!”

A furious man shouts around him for no reason, then goes to the window between the bike and the treadmill. Then he took his cell phone out of his pocket and made a phone call somewhere.

“Bongdu? I need to see a woman's hands. ”

It was a flashing horse. When the poem said he would hold back, it was just a light commitment to make him fall in love with himself. In the beginning, the poem was not even the owner of a sinister heart that was harmful enough to others.

But now I have caused a dangerous imagination to be evoked by the poem, which means I will not let the man speak. I thought about the stars, like assault, kidnapping, and rape, but now I know what's most important.

That's not eavesdropping on conversations!

It wasn't because he was afraid. Once upon a time, a big man like that, and a crowded high school student, had a heart attack, but when he was able to go through blood and exert enormous power beyond human muscles, he had great confidence without even knowing it!

There is such a big difference between having power and having none.

The poem purposely pretended to work out while trying hard to pedal his bike.

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