Dragon’s Legacy

Internal air, exercise, knowledge, magic.

I was passing by the store on the other side of the street from the poem's house. I had no idea whether I was going home or anywhere else. He said he knew the address, but he couldn't know exactly where it was.

The situation was as discreet as possible, in case you were caught.

After a long walk, the neighborhood was filled with casual residential homes. The first time I came to this neighborhood, I remembered the road in my head.

The poem carefully looked inside as the hymn entered the slightly creepy alleyway. It was a blocked alleyway that led to the house, not an alleyway that could be walked through.

The hymn standing in front of the black gate house on the far right just opened the door and went straight up to the second floor. Then I took a quick look around, pulled the key out of the planter in front of the house, opened the door, and put the key back under the planter.

After checking the situation at home, I thought about what to do now.

It was confirmed that Chan's house and Chan are alone now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have left the key under the planter, and Chan wouldn't have opened the door with the key under the planter.

Based on this, I came up with several ways, one of which is to just wait here for the men. However, the problem was that they didn't know when they would come, so they spent too much time, and it was hard to resist when they encountered each other because they don't have internal affairs now.

The second was how to use the door. The door to Quezron's castle is not visible to anyone else. Even if the door is open and you pass through it, you cannot enter. However, after using this door as the situation, you can recognize the existence of the door. If there is a door like the aru, you can use it at any time.

Another characteristic of the door was that it always remembered only the last point. The point, of course, is divided into two places: the Earth and the Castle, which connect the doors, and only the last point continues.

No matter how much I thought about it, it seemed to be a million times better to use the door. The city carefully opened the door and went up to the second floor. I was very nervous even though it was a short distance.

'Cause if there's a compliment right now, it's over.

The poem quickly summoned the door right in front of the front door on the second floor.

I came to the changing room of the bathtub, not the bedroom. Nowadays, most of the reason for coming to Quezron Castle is to enter the dam, so the last point was here.

I kept the door open and watched the front door on the second floor. Although the field of view is very limited to square doors, there was no problem in confirming when the chant came out.

I had never used the door for this purpose before, but I thought it would be more useful than I thought. Inside this, no one in reality except Aru could find the poem, but the poem could see everything through the door.

It was a waste of time sitting on a chair in the dressing room, staring at the front door only. So, I uncovered the summoned door, undressed, and went into the tar oil bath.

I wanted to consume the inner air before and refill it.

Upon summoning the door, the door was summoned on the ledge, and the poem hesitated for a moment and opened the door.

No one could see it, but I was so embarrassed that I opened the door naked, and I felt like a pervert, but I couldn't help but be praised.

Suddenly, I heard that I had to do this for praise of hating myself and not being friendly at all, but I could not help but overlook the man's actions of wanting to touch the woman in front of my eyes. I felt so guilty for ignoring him.

I also ignored myself, but I wanted to do it myself rather than inform Chan of the risks.

The quest for rescuing a woman in crisis was quite high and favorable because it often broke out in crisis situations. If the men threatened praise and they rescued it, they would certainly be able to gain tremendous appeal, and it was more likely that they would make praise appealing to themselves not long ago. This was not wrong, even if it was a timid revenge for the always harsh praises.

Even so, I didn't intend to make myself feel good about it, but I didn't want to miss out on this opportunity when it came to this. It was true that I was interested because I thought she was pretty and in good shape, although she was being harsh.

After restoring the air with a weather breakfast, I left the bath and practiced according to the posture in the Basic Legislation.

As you rotate your lower back, you feel a sudden slight tremor as you practice the basic method of hitting with your right hand to maximize damage. Until I followed the praise, I was lighthearted, but I suddenly felt a tremendous tension as I was preparing for the fight.

I tried to calm down with a deep breath, but it wasn't easy. This tremor did not stop, but continued to erode the situation.

No matter how powerful it was, it was natural to feel pressure that the poem should deal with two strong men who had never been in a fight since elementary school.

In addition, the force was incomplete and the right hand was the only one able to strike with the internal air, and the majority of the internal air in the lower part disappeared after two or three punches.

So the experience was important. It is natural for people to tremble when they go to college for the first time or when they go to work for the first time. However, if you continue to experience it after a few days, tension or pressure will disappear as it becomes normal.

“Hey, I checked that you're home alone, so if you leave the door open, you can just shut it. Make no mistake. ”

“Brother, have I done this once or twice? Don't worry.”

The situation shocked me when I heard the sound of words. I thought I'd be back in a few hours, but they were moving pretty fast. Looking out the door, a man with a tattoo and a huge man weighing over 120 kilograms next to him were holding a black bag containing something.

I wondered if I could win by fighting against those people. I immediately thought about calling the police, but I decided to take a closer look.

Calling the police is the safest and easiest solution, but nothing has happened yet, and it's only a little difficult to get compliments yourself that maximize the effect.

“Hello? This is the courier I called you about earlier. ”

A man named Bongduk knocked and shouted.

“Yes, just a moment. ”

When the voice of praise is heard inside, two men smile unyieldingly.

Shortly after, he stomped. The door opened and praise came out. The man named Beacon Duck held the mouth of praise in his hands with lightning like movements so that he couldn't move.

Chan's eyes widen as if surprised by this sudden situation. And I tried to scream as I struggled to get away, but the man's strength was so strong that he just rebounded.

“Hey, get in there. I'm going to see people.”

Bongdeok took a compliment and went inside the house, and the man carefully looked around in case anyone saw him, then went inside the house and locked the door.

Even though I thought this situation was going to happen enough, I was so confused about what to do, and my heart beat like crazy and my hands and feet trembled.

Pair!

You slap your cheek hard. When I woke up and relaxed, the poem went to the dressing room and put on clothes first. I washed my body roughly with a towel, and I quickly dressed, and I got wet, so my clothes kept sticking to me and I couldn't get dressed well.

After I left the door dressed appropriately, I found the key underneath the planter and opened the door.

But unlike what I thought, there was no one in the living room. Only silence seemed as if I had just seen something meaningless.

The poem opened a tightly closed visit.

There was no one.

“What is it?”

My heart thumped in a mysterious feeling, but I opened another visit as carefully as possible.

Puck!

At that moment, I felt a huge, unknown pain on my face. The buzzing sound of mosquitoes from my ears was so loud that my goal was shaking that I couldn't really understand what was happening right now.

The poem frowned backwards and looked at the room, wiping the blood flowing in his mouth.

There, hymns were stripped off, arms and legs tied to the edges of the bed, revealing the penis between the breasts and the open legs.

Chanting tries to scream with tears, but his mouth is cut off and he can't resist the tape.

Fortunately, the poem came right in and only took off the robe of praise, and there was no sign of intercourse at all.

“Sir, what do you want to do? ”

He said with a slightly worried look on his face.

“Hey, what can I do? We're gonna catch that son of a bitch so he won't even blink. ”

Bongdu approached the poet, who was bleeding from his mouth, one by one, and waved his fist again.

However, the situation was not as easy to get as before. You step back and avoid a big swing of your fist.

My heart is pounding.

Unlike the situation in which he had fought for the first time, Bongdu continued to punch the poet without hesitation as if he had fought quite a bit.

“Huff!”

You hold up your fist, which you can't seem to avoid a few times, but you groan heavily again in a blunt shock.

My head is numb.

While the poem and Bongdu are fighting, the tattooed man licks the genie of praise and lowers his trousers. I had a lot of erections, but when I saw a penis smaller than the poem, I was busy trying to escape from my fearful eyes.

Pair!

“Freeze, bitch. Do you know how upset I was earlier because of you? But did you have sex? There's no fur here. ”

The man slaps his compliment on the cheek, saying vulgar words and patting the vagina with his hands. Tears constantly flow from the praiseworthy eyes.

Then, without any foreplay, I got ready to stick my penis in the hole of praise.

“You bastards! ”

When I saw him, I was furious. Praise was nothing, but my heart was boiling when I saw those fools trying to rape a weak woman.

It seemed to be burning white in my head because of my anger. The internal air shifts in the lower anterior chamber, but it moves through the blood vessels to the right hand.

The poem felt it in the palace, instinctively wielding his fist. As soon as his hand touched Bongdu's face, his face distorted, and it looked like a slow video.

If only he had wielded his hand that contained the air, he would not have gained this power. However, he was struck by maximizing destruction by using the rotation of his feet and waist as it appeared in the Basic Law in that short period of time.

Grrr!

“Unh!”

You hear a terrible cracking of bones from your nose, and Bongdu staggers backwards. I was shocked, trembling, and fell to the ground in a short groan.

“Ugh... ”

The black red blood spilled constantly from his completely limp nose, so the blood was so strong on the floor.

“What, what? ”

The man tried to stab his penis with his vagina, but when he couldn't get in well, he spit it out and looked at the situation, surprised when he fell out.

I looked at the man with hot eyes that would burn everything, even though his lips burst with blood and his face was full of bruises. The unbearable fury boils.

“Oh, that idiot. ”

The man curses at the fallen peak on the floor, pulling his trousers up and running toward the poem. After all, his life is over.

However, the poem stared at the man without moving. I made extreme choices because it was so hard to get hit and move properly, and the amount of internal air available now was so small that only one punch was possible.

The moment the huge force from the overwhelming body spec of 185cm to 95kg touched the face of the poem, the man's fist struck the man's stomach.

Give flesh and bone. Either way, a fist with an inner ear is less destructive than a normal adult man.

“Huff!”

“Eek!”

The poem was punched in the face and staggered with great pain, but did not faint.

However, the man groaned and was filled with pain, even though his stomach was smashed by the fist of the poem, which was worse than the first time.

Fortunately, the poem was hit on the face so much that no teeth were broken, but his mouth was completely torn and his blood was flowing, as well as his face was full of bruises and his eyes were not open properly.

“Ugh... Ugh... ”

The man who was punched with an inner fist sat on the floor, unable to breathe properly, and continued to groan briefly. I didn't even realize how painful the saliva was coming from my mouth.

The poem wiped out the blood that was in his mouth, approached Chan with a stirring leg, untied his hands and feet, and pulled out the tape and cloth on his mouth.

I got a lot of faces and breasts, but I felt a lot of pain while breathing, so I wanted to sit on the floor even now, but I held on tight.

“You okay?"

“Ugh... ”

As tears poured out in praise of the words of the poem, I retracted my legs and covered my heart.

“I'm calling the police. ”

The compliment of being a cop shook his head. It's because I was worried that calling the police would make things bigger and that my parents would suffer more if they didn't.

Praise wrapped around his legs with empty eyes and only shed tears. The poem was sympathetic as she always looked so weak and bitter.

“Why, why do men……. ”

“I'm sorry.”

When I saw the praise speaking with tears in my eyes, the poem was heartbroken and apologized on behalf of the man. Then, I looked at him slightly and carefully hugged him.

If it was the usual compliment, he would have pushed the poem right away, but it was the atmosphere, so the compliment leaned on the poem quietly.

The poem gently stroked the smooth back of the hymn while looking at Bongduk and the tattooed man with his eyes. It's because I was worried that I might get beaten up.

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