Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“The atmosphere is a little strange. ”

The atmosphere was heavy enough for anyone to feel it. No matter what the situation was, I couldn't understand why the girls were so depressed.

“Hey, did you and Jina go to the Kestron store today? ”

Yumi asked the poet.

“Yes, I did. Why is that?”

“There was a commotion on the Internet about my brother's relationship. Everyone is wondering if Hye Mi or Jina is dating her brother. ”

“Really?"

“So we're a little nervous. People will think that only publicly known women are intimate with you, and if not, we will be loved less by you than by them because of the atmosphere...”

“That can't be right. ”

The poem cut the horse in the middle. I was confident that I would give fair love to anyone else. And, of course, make sex fair. If you wanted, you could have set a clear itinerary like the last time.

“We know that. I know, but I'm nervous. Everyone is more sensitive in this area because they seem to be outnumbered... because they know that only one woman can have a brother. ”

“Well... do you guys think so? ”

The poet looks around and says, everyone nods with an anxious face. Especially less beautiful than other women, and there was great anxiety in silver, familiarity, and contemporary.

“Then I'll do whatever you want. That's enough for me if you're satisfied. ”

“Really?"

Yumi was delighted and his face brightened as well. However, praise rubbed the bridges of the poem beside him without much interest in such things.

“Can we go out on a date? So who wants to go first? It's okay for me to date anyone anytime. ”

“So, shall we make it a game? ”

The serene compliment next to him said we should make it a game before there are no disputes.

“The game is fine. But what kind of game? Do you want a dice or a ladder? ”

“Let's be fair about who gives you a mouth assessment first. ”

Again, praise said, "Let's play a dirty game like when we introduced a sleepover with the poem."

“I'm fine. Won't it take long? ”

The poem asked Praise. Giving a reason to the current poem was not exhausting or sexually depriving. Fresh semen was supplied close to infinity, so I always maintained the same freshness as before. So, even if I had an immediate assessment and an immediate assessment, I maintained perfect consistency without changing my senses or doing anything. It was fair enough to be chosen as a game.

“It's okay. I'm more tired than I ever was before." ”

“If everyone's okay, it's just me. ”

When the poem replied positively to the choice of a praiseworthy game, everyone's enthusiasm burned. The determination to go on a public date for the first time was great because it was assessed as soon as possible.

Of course, it was one of the greatest honours for women to date openly with the circumstances. When it became known that the woman who was ignored around her was also dating the poem, she stood at the center of the crowd from then on.

Women were ordered to climb a simple ladder, and the first was to assess the situation of familiarity with their mouths.

Chan took down the poem's trousers and pulled out his penis, first empowered him with his mouth, then turned on the timer app on his smartphone.

And in front of everyone's eyes, Sook went to the Olympics, expressing his determination and enthusiasm, and biting the penis of the poem sitting on the couch, he immediately measured the time.

I sucked the penis of the Pope at a level that squeezes semen rather than quietly, and the vulgar sound spread widely.

Everyone was nervous about how long it had been. To the stranger next door, it seemed like they were just committing an obscene act as an organization, but it was really important to them.

Not being loved by the poem meant that the meaning of life was gone.

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I was ordered as a result of yesterday's game.

Surprisingly, 1st place was praised, 2nd place was Mina and 3rd place was familiarized. And the last one was Yumi, who strongly protested that Chan had chosen to make him think with his mouth, and then he was scolded for no reason.

After all, Yummi, who was last, ended the game of mouth-raising with big wounds and tears.

The next day, I decided to go on a date right away.

It was a date with the poet, so I came down to the living room wearing the prettiest clothes the poet had given me. When I first met the poem badly, it was so pretty that the men gathered, but now the praise was the pinnacle of that beauty. It was a question of why they didn't do celebrities.

“Where do you want to go? ”

The poem in moderately tidy clothes asked.

“Can I go to school? ”

“A school of praise? ”

“Yes.”

“It doesn't matter to me. ”

The poem went to the University of Korea together as Chan Mi wanted.

We haven't robbed the campus yet, but there are still a lot of people walking the campus.

As soon as I stopped the car in the parking lot and got off with Chan, people around me immediately looked at me.

“It's a poem!”

And as a woman shouted, there was a commotion around her, and people gathered near the poem at once. It was similar to how celebrities came to school as a group.

The poem greeted each other and walked the path that praise wanted to walk. People were following me around and taking pictures, but there was no big inconvenience.

I walked to India and looked at the surrounding buildings. It was a university that I dreamed of being lucky. Of course, I knew you wouldn't make it, but it's a dream. Anyone can make it.

There was no recording because of the winter, but strange branches and faded grasses made their own taste.

“Come here.”

The poet clasps his fingers, holding the hand of praise walking next to him, and puts it in his jacket pocket. Then a low rumbling sound came from behind me, and at the same time, I heard a loud sound of taking photos with my smartphone.

Chan walked the campus without saying anything.

“Why did you ask to come here? ”

I was curious about the situation.

“I want to completely forget about my past. I thought walking like this with my brother would totally make me forget. ”

“How about it? You think I forgot? ”

“... ”

Praise did not answer. I don't know if I'm completely out of the miserable past, but my face looks peaceful.

I took a short walk and sat on a bench around a tree. Praise leaned against the shoulders of the poem.

I didn't say much, but I enjoyed the poem with praise and being like this.

In the past, I had never made a girlfriend, so I just wanted to be close to one more woman somehow.

It turned out that I had a close relationship with as many women as I do now, and at the same time, I fell in love with someone I couldn't give up on.

Especially when I saw everyone taking the game seriously yesterday, I indirectly checked what they meant. The idea of dating myself and wanting to be loved like other women was conveyed.

After seeing them, the poem also firmly decided to treat them sincerely again.

“I forgot.”

“Really? That's enough. Shall we go?”

“I want to stay like this a little longer. ”

While people were looking around me, I was happy with the poem and the fact that praise was like this. I forgot all the traumatic memories of my past. I was with my beloved poem and no longer needed to be tied to the past.

I just wanted to stay with the poem in the future.

That was enough.

After that, I leaned on the poem's shoulders for a long time before returning home.

Then, naturally and naturally, pictures of praise and poetry taken by people were posted on various internet sites and SNS.

The poet clasps the chant, puts it in his jacket pocket, and sits on the bench, and all the chants go up.

This time, the Internet was confused by the fact that he was an ordinary friend. Common sense did not make any sense.

I had a lot of girlfriends, so I could understand her lightly, but she was showing off her loving skin and it was changing three days in a row.

You're wearing it in one day and going out with another woman? It was nonsense. On the contrary, it made more sense that the poem was a relationship between all of those women.

When he was in a maze where he didn't even know who the poem's lover was, he changed women every day and went out publicly as if to look after him.

Even the women who change every time were difficult to describe as simply beautiful enough that there were such beautiful women in Korea. Everyone showed me a complete natural beauty that doesn't feel like molding at all.

In fact, the situation as a whole has improved, but it has brought its natural beauty to an extreme extent, in the pursuit of natural beauty that is qualitatively different from plastic surgery.

I was confused because I didn't know who was the bride of the poem when I first dated one or two or three or four people. Since then, I started dating new women endlessly, the people I was initially interested in and watched lost interest.

Of course, photos came up and there was a lot of controversy with each date, but the commotion sank down a lot compared to when the Internet burned hot like the first time.

Since there are so many, it became somewhat settled the idea that the poem usually stays with women like that, and women don't really care. This was similar to that of a good person who kept doing bad things rather than doing bad things.

It was less controversial that Idol's scandal had been consistent since before, and he even dated women every day.

Around this time, some sites posted a question about whether the poem had sex with all the women, and the opinion was that they would not have tried to answer it.

It was as if the liberal views in the West and in the West had deteriorated greatly among women about the unfavorable situation. He was still a big fan, but a pervert was commenting.

That's why netizens who were jealous of the beautiful lovers of the poem put meaningless evil on their faces.

[Women are so shapely. Does the poem go around with a girl who doesn't know she made her plastics go bad?]

Honestly, it's impossible without boob surgery. -]

[It seems like a pervert, but I'm not the only one who likes to be tailed to seduce rich women.]

[Their poet is wearing a gift from Quezron, so she looks pretty.]

On the contrary, there was no word in the West that it was unusual to blame something like that for being ordinary. Of course, such writings usually just disappear after swearing.

As the interest in the relationship between people continued endlessly, the epic episode continued to focus on producing new products using new +1 magic silverware while dating every day.

The poem, who had a lot of worries, decided to use magic that looked a little more luxurious in +1 Magic Silver Thread and magic that could easily become dirty or fade away. I didn't think it would be bad to lose weight, but this one seemed to have a greater first impression or usage satisfaction.

Jina took over the design of the bag and a few prototypes came out shortly after. Using the finest cowhide and implementing the Combined Magic Jeans in +1 Magic Silver, the bag excelled in luxury and beauty in spite of the unfamiliar poetry.

It was a beautiful bag with dramatic elegance that would enhance even the owner's value just by holding it.

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