Dragon’s Legacy

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“He's not crazy! ”

The leader opens the drawer on his desk and immediately pulls out his gun. It was a big gun that looked powerful, even pretending it wasn't just a pistol like before.

He straightaway pulls the trigger toward the poem. A tool designed to kill humans emits thunder and flames. Dozens of feet, not one foot, quickly covered the body of the poem.

The moment a dark smile appeared on the man's mouth, he was covered with this dazzling golden scale of the poem, and the bullet bounced off the leader of the Bloodmoon as it was. The bullets continue to pierce through the leader of Bloodmoon, with more power than ever before, and he saves his life with his eyes wide open.

It was so easy to get rid of humans who had no power. No matter how armed he was with a gun, there was no way he could do damage to the poem. The situation that had already slipped beyond the reach of man prevented even the Breeze of the Demon Dragon Kissilf from getting hurt by a single piece of metal that humans shoot.

With a grave eye, the poem gazes at the deceased leader of Bloodmoon. There was only a pale anger, but I didn't feel any regrets or fears. Rather, he felt the power he had.

Should we use this power for peace and for the future of the world?

With the power of the poem, it didn't take long to kill all the terrorist groups that exist in the world. But I didn't want to do that. Rather, it was arrogant to interfere with the world in that way.

I did not intend to use this power. This was only because it threatened the safety of her and her lovers, not because of the burning sense of justice in her heart. If they hadn't touched us, none of this would have happened.

The dazed poem left the room. The huge men guarding the door immediately drew their guns in a frenzied manner as an unknown person walked out.

Without hesitation, the poem snatched the handgun away from the men as if it were a toy and shot straight at them. At the sound of the gunshot, the vicious crowd swoops in, but the situation simply takes care of them.

If you were not as powerful as the poem, you would feel endless pain and frustration at the time you were targeted by this group, but you played with it like a toy for a terrorist group.

“Monster, monster! ”

Looking at the golden scales of the poem, a man with a hideous impression of more than 100 kilograms would pee trembling. He slaughtered his comrades like they didn't work at all, and he couldn't be seen as human.

“That's what the other saras will call you. ”

Without hesitation, he pulls the trigger on the man with a gun in his hand. With it, everyone who existed in the terrorist organization died. Soon after, the secret base of a rebellious terrorist group quickly turned into a fucking haunted house.

There was no guilt or regret. It was only a relief that the lovers were not in danger.

I didn't intend to spoil the world by destroying terrorist groups like this, but I wanted to make money leading to an advanced future. And I was willing to use that money to develop a new drug, to sponsor it, to make the world a better place.

The ability and legacy of Quezron were so great, there was a slight misunderstanding that there could be a big problem. So I have to give it my all, but...

“Just do as you've always done. ”

Yes, it was enough to get by. I just wanted to be with my loved ones more than the world. That was it.

The swollen poem lit a secret base on fire and took a step over the space in one fell swoop. The situation, without a trace of blood, returned to the bright hotel room.

“Well done.”

Lunamos was still in bed. I didn't see any sign of the staff I was holding.

“I don't care what it takes. I just felt like I had a great ability. ”

“Is that so? Are you going to use it in the future? If you're already a half-breed, you can do whatever you want with the world. ”

“Well? I don't want to. But one thing's for sure is that the ability below will continue to be used on you. ”

The poem smiled lightly and hugged Lunamos. I wasn't really interested in saving the world or making any changes, but I was still interested in enjoying lewd activities with my lovers.

“You're the master.”

Lunamos smiled lightly. If humans with strong desires had great abilities like the poem, they would try to persuade them to do whatever they wanted. It was common for people to dominate the country and do whatever they wanted, even if they didn't have that ability. But the situation was different. Although he makes money using his heritage, he doesn't seem to have much of a desire to rule the world, especially using his abilities.

However, there was a certain amount of water lust and intense desire for women. In fact, if it hadn't been for that, it would have been a deity who had abandoned all desires, not humans.

Lunamos liked this condition the most. Life was more peaceful and I could feel the love of the poem indefinitely.

With a kiss, Lunamos rubs the pope's butt. Wherever he touched the poem's body became as excited as he could not bear it. I even made a treaty of slavery, but I've never regretted it. Rather, I fell in love with the poem more than the first time.

For some reason, Lunamos is so excited that his body heats up. The only thing that could satisfy this obscene desire was the status quo.

Lunamos breathes a heavy groan.

So the night of rest was late.

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The next day.

Early in the morning, news continued that a massive terrorist group called Bloodmoon had been wiped out on TV. The urgent news was showing Bloodmoon's secret base, where everything was lost in the fire. The news speculated that the fight against other terrorist groups was caused, but the truth was unknown.

The lovers of the poem, who were having breakfast at the top floor restaurant in a separate hotel, also watched the news. I can't understand what you're saying, but I know that everyone seems very urgent. But I had no idea it was a terrorist organization that was trying to kill them.

The lightly dressed poet came into the restaurant and sat next to the compliment. Then praise took the food and placed it in front of the poem.

“Hey, what are you talking about on TV? Is something wrong? ”

Yummi, who was next to me, tangles and asks. The only thing that really speaks French here is the poem. Everyone relied heavily on the poem.

“I thought the terrorist group was wiped out by the force. ”

“Really? Scary. ”

Yumi was slightly frightened and hugged the poem more strongly. Europe was often the target of terrorist groups, so fear flooded in. The other girls, who were eating, held each other as if they were afraid. But it didn't just appear on the news, so I moved on to a different topic and the atmosphere became warm again.

The situation was satisfied, looking at the lovers chattering with laughter. Everything I did yesterday was for this. It was enough to feel unrealistic about what was on the news. It must not be experienced directly.

If Lunamos and the poem had not stopped in time, it would have been a time of grief and sadness, not of laughing and chattering. It was a satisfactory choice to wipe out terrorist groups, no matter what.

After my meal, I decided to go on a tour of Paris. Before they were all prepared, they held a short drawing. It was to draw out the man who would walk around with his arms around his side.

Lovers chose all the numbers they wanted. Everyone looked at the poem with tense eyes, and the poem took out two numbers from the box delivered by Chan.

“Number three, number nine. ”

“Tsk!”

The winners were Eunji and Fring. They were happy as if they had won the lottery.

Afterwards, they finished preparing and all went out for a sightseeing. I went around the city as if I were on a group trip, of which Eunji and Fring were folding their arms next to the poem and building an elongated happy smile.

But the reality was something I could never be happy about. As people wander around the tourist attractions, lovers of the poem who are attractively beautiful became the target of pickpockets. They were all wearing incredibly expensive kezron zeros, so they couldn't be targeted.

They try to steal their belongings. The first thing we need to steal is Kezron Zero. But without even approaching them, their will and body move in reverse. The closer I tried, the further away I got.

“What, what? ”

They were embarrassed but were forced to give up women with glamorous beauty and expensive jewelry because of their continued defiance to will. I couldn't steal very expensive jewelry, but I couldn't do anything about it because of the supernatural phenomenon.

Of course it was Lunamos. The situation that knew that reality couldn't be happier asked Lunamos not to have any problems in advance. If someone steals something that belonged to a person, it makes me feel bad every day.

The poem tried his best not to have such a bad experience on trips that should feel good for lovers. It was also the least I could do for the lovers who love me.

I didn't intend to take a blurry, fuzzy attitude like before. I decided to repay them as much as they loved me.

The smile did not leave the mouth of the lovers who were touring the area, not only with the silver and fringe in their arms, whether they knew the resolution of this situation or not.

There were things to care about for their pleasures, but the fact that they were enjoying themselves was not enough.

After a leisurely tour of Paris, I traveled all over Europe.

As he traveled, he made sure of his feelings for his lovers and thought about what the future might bring.

As I told Chan earlier, I had to reveal myself to my lovers to some extent, but this was later. It was a problem that I didn't have to worry about so far.

For now, it was just important to be happy with them and to grow love.

I traveled all over Europe and finally toured New York. I enjoyed sightseeing, buying clothes, and enjoying the large Keslon building in downtown New York City.

New York also had a luxurious hotel, acquired by Quezron, and the top floor was left empty for the city to use exclusively.

One day, it was the last day of the trip, and when I returned to the luxurious hotel and everyone was resting, the poem went to the room of girls whom Chan had pre-appointed. As many lovers went on a pilgrimage, they had to spend every day like this. It wasn't multiple bodies.

This time, even if I knew the situation and the longest, it was not a exaggeration, but a room of nobility, familiarity, and contemporary. In particular, Eun-si felt sad for some reason that she spent the last of her trip with him because she was the woman who confessed herself.

As always, after finishing the passionate sex, the poem lay in bed. It wasn't hard or hard, but I wanted to feel good about it.

For the overt poem, he used to touch the hidden places of the poem as if it were a joke.

“Did you have a good trip? ”

The poem looked at the girls and asked.

“I really, really enjoyed it. I've never been so relaxed in my life. ”

Sook answered vigorously.

“I'm glad you're happy. I will try to make you happier in the future. ”

Even though I was a little embarrassed to hear it, Eunji, Sook and Hyunju, the parties, were very happy. Among them, Eunji looked at the situation.

“Why?”

“Somehow my brother seems to have changed a bit. Oh, I don't mean to sound weird, but he cares more about us than ever. ”

“Of course you care because you're a loving couple. ”

“But I feel like you're trying so hard for us. But when I first met my brother, I didn't think it would be this cool and deep. It's amazing what human relationships are like. ”

“I was, like, cool back then...”

Hyunju blushes his face at Eunji's words. Now, Hyunju also has the glorious name of the poem's lover, but when I first met the poem, it was a mother solo I had never been in love with, and it was also a time I could not even imagine whether I would ever be in love.

Everyone naturally remembered the first time they met the poem.

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