Dragon’s Legacy

Under one roof.

“Are you all right?"

The poem immediately ran to Lou to check on Lou's condition.

“Oh, my stomach hurts a little. ”

Lou, who had fallen to the ground, stood up and said,

Maybe Lou's body was covered in dirt and leaves because he rolled around in the dirt, and the clothes around him were torn apart to reveal his skin. However, I wanted to see my chest because the torn area was quite large. However, I couldn't reveal my heart at any angle because of the game.

“I'm sorry. I hit you too hard. ”

“Ugh... You're very strong, unlike before. I was surprised.”

Lou looks surprised, removing the dirt from his clothes. When I had a fight before, I applied for a duel when my own workshop came and went, but soon after the difference happened, it happened a lot.

“I'm sorry."

“No, I'm weak. But you've become so strong without seeing it. Do you have any special training? This should be more than level four. You're amazing."

“Is that so? Oh, there's dirt and leaves behind. ”

The poem shoved dirt and leaves on Lou's back.

“Heh heh. Thank you. Let's go back to the hall. ”

“I'll do that. ”

The poem returned to the first hall by clicking the "Back" button under the "Victory" button.

However, I thought a few workshops would come and go, but it was so easy to win that I thought it would be something. I should have felt more practicing if I had known this, but I was lucky that Lou did not dismantle the simple defeat.

“Well learned today. Please try again next time you log in! You don't get many chances to fight a master. ”

“Very well, but I'll contact you first in case you do. I'll keep you posted. ”

“Thank you! If you don't mind me asking, could you please tell me the name of the technology you just used? That punch that came through the counter when I collapsed, that was amazing! I think we should attack like this all the time, but when we fight, it doesn't work. ”

“Skill name? No special name yet. ”

The situation smiled awkwardly at Lou's sudden question. Wrestling and boxing have their own technical names, but I didn't train for it, so I didn't have to say anything. And it felt childish to just fill it up and name it with something that was just a fist.

“Oh, that's too bad. That was awesome. Do you mind if I name it? Personally, I'd like to name it the Ultrasound Killing Method and the Primary Ultrasound Narcissus Strike. What do you think?”

Lou looked at the situation with an anticipated face.

“I'm not such a bad guy... Haha.”

The poem refused with an awkward smile in the name of Augrad, a fairly childish and hand-foot feeling at the age of 16. I really didn't want to name it after I woke up dead.

“What a pity. So let me think of a different name. Wait... Ah! It's already time. Sorry, I'll think of a name next time. I have somewhere I need to be. I had a good fight today. See you later."

“Oh, yes. See you later."

Lou waved his hand at the poet and ran for a quick walk somewhere.

“Phew, thank God. ”

I was so thankful. I heard you were going to give me a name until now, but it was really hard unless you decided to refuse three or four times. The situation was not so exhaustive, and I definitely liked it about the third and fourth time, but I was quite likely to accept it.

“It's still surprisingly interesting. ”

The situation was surprisingly interesting, whether it was because of the impact I had just felt. There are many medicines in the subspace, so I decided to fight someone else once more.

As soon as I click on the Search Opponent button in the field of view, I can see whether I want to play a match on the screen. The poem pressed Yes without hesitation.

This time, I traveled to a street corner in a slightly dim neighborhood since the sun went down. There were lights around it, so it wasn't hard to discern things, so it seemed like it would not interfere at all with the fight.

The poem looks around and finds the opponent.

There was a man with razor-sharp eyes under a lamppost of a strange design I had never seen before. Unlike the cute looking Lou, the situation was quite tense because he felt like a sharp sword, like he had fought a fairly large and professional fight.

His fist is slightly damp.

I was just looking at the man for a moment, and the word "start" came to mind after the waiting time had already ended.

“Bring it on!”

A man pricked his hand in his pocket shouted at the poet in a relaxed voice. Is it relaxation of power?

I thought about it for a moment, but then I pulled Margie up and ran.

Champion!

I didn't know if I would have to have a hard fight, so I didn't want to be in charge.

Kwaek!

However, the poem lifted Margie, and every time she stepped on her feet, a hard floor sank into the depression. Extremely fast to make it explode! Like a rushing missile, the situation arrives in front of the man in an instant, striking his fist with the same thrust.

The moment you decide whether to defend against a man or attack him, a huge energy burst out of the muscles and magi that were condensed, striking the man's face as it were.

Boom!

I punched him with my fist, but I heard the sound of a bomb exploding. The man bounced off just as fast as the speed of the panic. That speed doesn't seem odd, even with a bullet fired.

Puck!

“Eek!”

The man who was struck by the tall building bounced back off the ground, groaning strangely. At the same time, a great letter of victory appeared in the vision of the poem, and a song rang out.

“What is it?”

When I saw the relaxed man's attitude for the first time, I was a little nervous, but when I overcame him too easily, I thought that the poem seemed foolish to work hard.

“Phew……. You're a tough dog. ”

The man who woke up from the ground said, running his nose. It was at least one or two levels, so there was not much pain and there was no penalty, if it were real, it would have crushed my head and died instantly.

“Oh, yes. Goodbye, then. ”

The situation responded appropriately and closed the connection after returning alone.

As my vision flashes, I can see the familiar landscape of the library.

“That was fun."

Surprisingly, it was quite fun to win both times. The beating was creepy good, and the reaction was completely physical, so there was no awkwardness in the virtual reality game.

It didn't seem like a game to play for tens of millions of people.

“Well, I'd better be careful going forward. ”

Luna, that weak man would not be weaker than the common man on Earth. I even lost the first fight with Lou. Nevertheless, considering that Margie's fist was that destructive, it had to be used with great care in reality. No, it's better not to use it. I don't want you to beat me to death.

Anyway, I was able to relax for another month because I played the fight game according to the constraints that only Toleiman hung.

The poem threw the connector into the subspace, summoned the door, and crossed over to the house. It was only two rounds, so it was not until 6 o'clock.

After entering the bathroom attached to the room, I lightly showered and put on my convenient clothes. Then he carefully entered Yumi and Chan's room on the second floor. Although it was dark, the poem was able to find it precisely in the bed where Chan was sleeping.

Although it was dark, the face of praise faintly caught the eye of the poem. I was so pretty that I wanted to pinch my cheeks as I was sleeping quietly with my eyes closed. The poem sat gently on the edge of the bed, touching the ball of praise and the head, and fulfilling the desire in the chest.

“Woof…. Oh, brother? ”

However, I opened my eyes with a grimace to see if Chan woke up.

“I'm sorry. Are you awake? ”

“Yawn, it's okay. It's time to get up. ”

Flattery shakes his head and wakes up from bed. It was a plain pajama that I brought from home, but I'm wearing compliments, so even that looks attractive.

“Yeah? Can I talk to you in the living room for a minute? ”

“Talk? Okay. Brother.”

The poem and praise went down to the living room and sat on the couch. Chan stared at the situation with a slightly puzzled look.

“Praise be to the one I trust the most, I don't know. So I have a little problem I'd like to talk to you about. ”

“Ah……. Yeah, I see. What kind of problems?"

After leaving all the other women behind and leaning on themselves, the ball of praise fluttered and my lips flexed up gently. I felt really good about being recognized by the city.

“It's no big deal, but now that everyone lives together, someone has to cook, right? By the way, I'd like to call a housekeeper, but what about a compliment? ”

I wanted to leave the overall lyrics as Aru waited all day for the poem, watching cartoons, watching TV, kissing, having sex, sleeping, simple laundry, and washing gaps when the poem came.

“Wouldn't it be hard if Aru was alone? And Aroo is young, and I think it's very annoying and stressful to leave all those lyrics. It's not just one or two people. ”

“Huh? Is that so? ”

I was right to sing a hymn. When I told him one thing, he understood at once and understood the problems in many ways.

I just woke up and there was a red mark on my cheek, but it looked strangely attractive.

The poem immediately went next to the hymn. Then I put my hands on the trousers of praise and stroked the belly and belly button and soft glutes underneath. I feel pretty good because I feel flattered and glowing skin with no conspiracy at all.

“Oh, brother. Someone else will. ”

“It's just Aru and Yumi at home. It's okay. And Yumi can't even play with compliments like this. I have to touch praise like this to get strength again today. ”

“Oh dear.”

In the words of the poem, I was ashamed, but I smiled lightly, and there was nothing that I did or did not dislike.

“What do you want me to do about praise anyway? ”

“I think I want you to do the lyrics fairly. Divide it up into minutes a week, but also calculate weekdays and weekends separately so that you don't have to work consecutively on weekends. ”

“Praise is reliable, too. ”

“No, I got up early today and I'm still on vacation, so I'll make breakfast. ”

“Thank you. Thank you. ”

“Brother, are you hungry? Shall we start cooking? ”

The poem's hand suddenly entered a deeper and more intimate place beyond the nod of praise. I just woke up and felt like I was slowly checking the form of my silent note. When I touched it carefully, the praiseworthy face turned red.

“Oh, brother……. ”

“I just wanted to touch it. Let's just kiss and get dinner ready. I'll help you.”

“Yes, brother. Thank you."

“I appreciate it more. ”

The poem pulls his hand from his praise trousers and lifts it lightly back onto his knees. Almost seamlessly, each other's bodies tighten, making their faces glorified. He didn't say much else, but he seemed to be expecting a big kiss from the poem.

When the poem attracted praise and kissed him, Chance hugged him and kissed him. For a while, praise and a kiss moved my tongue quite passionately.

Tak!

“Brother……. ”

However, while the poem and praises were kissing, the door opened in the poem's room and a perfectly naked aru came out of the living room, shining its eyes.

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Thank you for reading.

By the way, Chan told me he didn't have any fur; I'm sorry. I forgot.