Dragon’s Legacy

Internal air, exercise, knowledge, magic.

“What about them? ”

“I-I don't know. ”

Reporting to the police was the easiest and easiest solution, but Chan refused to call the police.

The situation was troubled.

“Wait a minute. ”

You give Chan the clothes that fell to the floor and take out the rope from the black bag.

“Sa, save me. ”

When the poem approached, Bongdeok knelt on his knees and begged for his hard life with a mouth that could not be pronounced properly.

Earlier, I thought one punch that didn't look so strong would crush my face against a heavy stone. During this time, I had never felt such overwhelming power, and I was afraid that the devastating power that would be impossible for a human being might die if I was beaten by one more person.

“Son of a bitch, I'm not gonna let you do this. ”

However, the tattooed man, who couldn't even get up properly if his legs were relieved with that one earlier, looked at the situation with murderous eyes.

“I'll kill your whole family first and sell her to a brothel. ”

“What?"

The moment I heard that, the harsh poem stood up and kicked the man who was about to come again.

“Ugh.”

But the man's eyes were still full of venom.

I remember hearing somewhere that they had to be beaten to death without thinking otherwise. In the past, I naively thought that we should just do it according to the law and say it. However, when I went through it, I could never hear him speaking it.

“We'll see about that son of a bitch. Take good care of your father and mother. ”

The poem that I heard about my parents' insults made my head white as a blank sheet. I was so angry that I didn't know what to do. I just thought I should never leave him alone.

I ran straight to the man and punched him in the face, but there was a sound of broken bones, because he had a weak inner air in his face.

“Be good to the guards? ”

The air in the lower part has already dried up and hit the man with only basic strength. The hand of the poem was shimmering as to how many times he hit a man. When he was in the air, he had no problem with his hand, but he quickly swelled up with his bare fist without having to do it.

“Well, stop it. ”

It wasn't the short clothes that were worn before, but the compliments of wearing long clothes were taken away from the man who had already been crushed so much that he could not recognize his face. It was not to protect the man who tried to rape himself, but because he was worried that the situation would be harmed.

The poem, who cried for a long time, tied the man up with a rope.

“Hey!"

“Yes?”

When the blood-filled poem approached him with an angry expression, he shed a tear because of his fear. I was too scared to be hit like that.

“How many times have you raped women like this? ”

“Well, I've done it... 10, 10 times. ”

It was absurd that I did it more than once or ten times. After 10 rapes, I didn't understand how I could live like this.

I know you didn't know about this, but my country reported only 7% of sexual assault. So the rape in the news was a very part of the whole sexual assault.

“How? How the hell did they not report you? ”

He said, "I took a picture. I threatened my tongue. ”

As the scary eyes approached, Bongdeok said as he stepped back. I felt tremendous pain in my nose that was crushed by the poem, but I couldn't even color because of my fear.

In the words of Bongdeok, he brought a digital photo machine in one of the rooms and gave it to the poem.

Inside, there were thousands of nude pictures of various women, including pictures of Bongdu and tattooed men stabbing their genitals, and a bunch of bizarre pictures, such as pictures taken with semen all over their faces.

At the end, there were several photographs of Chan's nakedness and vagina very close together. Praiseworthy vaginas without fur felt thicker than lewd because the labyrinth covered the whole labyrinth and just split in a straight line.

“Now, wait a minute. I'll handle this. ”

When his picture appeared, he took the camera with him and immediately deleted all the photos. I didn't know there was such a thing as a grumpy picture of him naked.

Chan was so afraid that his heart was still trembling and that there were men who had just gone through something unexpected. So I dared not even look at the men, but stood behind the poem.

The situation is troubled. These are the garbage that can't be saved. Especially the tattooed one, who was beaten like that and is still looking to kill him.

“I'll take care of these guys, so keep Chan-Mi busy and tidy up. ”

“What are you going to do? ”

“Make sure you never see the world again. ”

“Yes?”

Chan raises questions when he doesn't understand the words of the poem at all, but he just smiles and takes them outside.

The moment I close the door, I look around, and when no one is there, I call the door in and push them in.

“What the hell. Where did you take us?! ”

“Sa, save me. I won't do it again. Please."

Suddenly, their vision changed in the dressing room, and they wandered around in a daze, wondering what was going on. I knew I should have called the police, but when I took him to a place I had no idea for a moment, I started to wonder if this was real.

In the dressing room, Cornes stood here as if it were natural.

“Oh, it's Corns. You're imprisoned in this castle, right? ”

I thought of course there would be. No, it didn't matter. There were so many rooms in the castle.

“Did you catch the criminals? There's a dungeon beneath the castle where they keep the magic. Should we move it that way? ”

“Wait a minute.”

The poem approached them.

“I don't know how far this place is from Earth, so it's no use trying to escape and go back. ”

The man tattooed by the words of the poem looked at me as if I was saying something crazy, and Bongdeok cried and asked me to please save him.

I took the potions out of the subspace and poured them roughly where they were hurt. If I let it go like this, I was afraid I might die. However, I didn't want people to die yet.

“Crazy bastard, we'll see. ”

He continued to grind his teeth, but ignored the poem.

“Conz, can you take me to jail? ”

“Yes.”

Pair!

When Konz clapped his hands, the men disappeared without a trace. No scientific investigation will ever find them unless the Apocalypse releases them.

“But what do you mean," he said, "is it magic? ”

“These were monsters originally on this planet. Quezron built an underground prison to house this planet and put it there. It was so aggressive, I couldn't just let it go. ”

“You don't eat people, do you? ”

After sending him to prison, I wondered if the bones were the only ones left.

“Of course, they eat living things, but they're not going to die by putting them in a room where water can't get in. I'll make sure the food is packed, so you don't have to worry about the Pope. ”

“Thank you.”

“Of course it is. ”

The poet strokes Konz's head, applies potions to his arms and face, and then comes out the door. Definitely relieves pain and reduces swelling.

If you ask them if they have the right to be punished, they will not answer easily. Even when executing a serial killer, we can see how different people feel about punishing sinners.

But the poem had no intention of letting a criminal like that go free. Even though he had raped so many people for a reason, he couldn't stand the thought of killing his parents. If the same opportunity had just come back, it would have been resolved in a similar way.

If they really do reflect, I was willing to let them go, but that's something to look forward to.

When I came out of the door and opened the front door, Chan was cleaning the room thoroughly, sniffing his tears. The bloodied carpet is placed in a basin in the bathroom and mopped with a mop of dirt.

“Can I help you?”

“Ah! Well, thank you for earlier. ”

When Praise saw the poem, she thanked me, but I was expressing a sad expression like I was about to burst into tears, not like I was contemptuous at the gym just now.

“I took care of them. Don't worry about them now. We'll never see each other again. ”

“Thank you.”

Chan didn't want to hear it anymore. My face is full of grief.

“So far, I'm sorry. ”

“Yes? I'm sorry? ”

The poem knew why Chan said that, but pretended not to know what he was talking about and asked with a curious face.

“I'm really sorry for ignoring you and being angry. ”

Tears fell from the eyes of praise. I may be sorry for the poem, but tears poured out from various factors, such as the horrible things that had just happened and the thoughts of my parents. It was a terrible thing I never wanted to think about again.

I shook my lips and cried without praise.

Although I was bruised to the arm, chest, and face that was beaten by the previous battle, I was really glad to see the praise of apologizing to myself with tears.

“No, I made a mistake. ”

The poem pauses, then sneaks up on Chan and gently hugs her. I was nervous that I might push him away, but I dug into the heart of the poem and only shed silent tears.

“I'm sorry. If I had found them and stopped them a long time ago... ”

He held the praise in his right hand and stroked his back with his left hand. I didn't really mean it that way.

I couldn't feel the brassiere strap inside the tee because I was in a hurry to wear it.

The poem held praise a little tighter. We could hear each other's breaths, as if in the arms of a lover.

After crying for a long time, I started to understand the situation, and the praise flinched. It was because he was too tightly hugged, but he was afraid that the breasts that were not wearing the brassiere would feel the same for him.