Magical Strategist

"Let's talk it over first. What I'm going to do next is definitely not to take advantage of you. I'm definitely not interested in you at all. Really, I, the True Dragon of Lille, swear! So, please cooperate with me. Don't mess around! I know you are strong, awesome, and domineering, but these auras should not be used on a kind person, understand?" the real dragon said tremblingly.

Erin's mood eased a little, and the veins on the back of her hands shrank.

"That's it, relax, don't be nervous, relax..." The real dragon stretched out his hand, moved it little by little, and touched the buttons on Irene's robe.

"Do not touch me!"

Irene suddenly used her thighs to exert force and kicked the real dragon hard on the chest.

ah! Just hearing a "bang", the real dragon hit the hard wall.

.........

"It's so miserable. Judging from the sound like muffled thunder, that kick just now was several levels harder than when it kicked us. That little brother will become disabled even if he doesn't die!"

"Hey...it's true that this girl is so kind. She is like this despite her kindness. Are all blood elves so unreasonable?"

Dr. Hobi was very worried: "Young Master, there's a fight inside again. What should we do now?"

Parker disagreed and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate Brother Lear, it will be absolutely fine for him to take action. You all should go back and rest." Parker said this, but in fact he was thinking in his heart: Brother, you must Come out alive!

Let's say that after the real dragon received that kick, stars appeared in his eyes, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart.

How could a woman have so much strength? The real dragon finally got up from the ground. He patted the dust on his body and pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Seriously, Miss Eileen, if you want to survive, just restrain yourself. This is not your base." , I am not your red, orange, yellow, green, and purple person, if you think that I, the Real Dragon of Lille, am a temperless person, you are wrong!"

Irene's eyebrows were furrowed, and her slender beautiful eyes were already occupied by pain. Her cheeks were red, unnaturally red, and her breathing became more rapid.

"I have met a stubborn woman before, but I have never met a woman as stubborn as you. I am unlucky." The real dragon came to Irene again and complained.

Irene glanced at the real dragon blankly, her lips trembled a few times, and said: "Leave me alone..."

snort! Do you think I want to control you?

Zhenlong thought so in his heart, but said: "Listen clearly, if you kick me again, I really don't care about you..."

boom!

Another kick.

This time the real dragon was mentally prepared. He blocked it with his arm and took it. It's just that his arm lost all feeling for a moment.

Now the real dragon is completely furious. This bitch is really difficult to take care of. She treats her kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs! The real dragon raised his voice and cursed: "Hit me if you want, kick me if you want, what do you think I am? Okay! If I don't care about your personal affairs anymore, I'm the son of a dog!"

After scolding, Zhenlong slammed the medical equipment to the ground.

"What the hell, are you used to being served by the Moon Goddess, who is the elder, and the Goddess of the Moon, who is the shorter one? So you use your so-called privileges on me? Goodbye! No, never again!"

Just as the real dragon was about to leave, the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed tightly by a pale hand.

Looking back, I saw Irene's eyes filled with tears. She pursed her lips, tears rolling down her cheeks and falling onto the pillow one by one.

"What are you holding me for? Let go!" The real dragon was obviously still angry.

Eileen actually burst into tears like a child.

Cries of grief! The tears were like rising sea water, coming out in waves.

"You, you, you, don't cry, don't cry, I, I, I was wrong, I shouldn't have yelled at you..." The real dragon doesn't like seeing women cry. As long as he sees a woman crying, he will become confused. , hesitated, even began to stutter when speaking.

Erin cried even harder and was venting her recent grievances on the real dragon without reservation. After all, how much can a woman mentally endure? Even if she is the moon god, she is still a woman.

"Don't cry, I, I, I apologize to you...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Zhenlong quickly apologized.

The crying lasted for a long, long time...

Until Erin cried out all her strength.

"Maybe I shouldn't have been born in this world..." Irene looked at the real dragon helplessly, the endless melancholy and sorrow in her eyes swept away. Her voice was faint, but not vague at all.

"From birth to now, I have not lived for myself even a day. I only exist as an Avenger, and I have accepted my fate... But do you know how unwilling I am?"

"I don't want to see my brother humiliated by Ivan, I don't want to see my father and mother killed by enemies, and I don't want the people of the Mora tribe to be called cowards and slaves... I only have one wish in this life. Li: Defeat Ivan and let my relatives and tribe regain their freedom. But I... I can't even fight one of Ivan's dogs... I'm really unwilling..."

"And..." Erin turned her head to the side, as if she was deliberately avoiding the real dragon's eyes. "You were in coma for twenty days because you were poisoned by my "cloud poison". I was too selfish. I'm sorry... I don't have the right to live for myself but you do. I won't force you to do anything again, don't You've wasted precious time on me, let's go..." After speaking, Irene slowly lowered her eyes, more like a final farewell.

This isn't the first time Erin has let a real dragon go. Although they have only been together for a short time, they still don’t know what kind of man Zhen Long is. But she knew very well that now the real dragon was nothing more than sympathy and pity for a woman, nothing more.

He really knows how to leave, just like last time, he simply said "thank you" and walked away without looking back.

"It's no longer important to talk about this now, Moon God." The corners of the real dragon's mouth raised, and his eyes flashed with an elusive brilliance. He raised his head and said: "Have you not always wanted me to join the "Moon Organization"? Then let me tell you now, there may be another person who calls you "Moon God" in the future."

Irene's eyelids moved suddenly as if they were electrocuted. After a while, she said calmly: "Are you pitying me?"

The real dragon smiled and said: "Whether it's pity or sympathy, all I know is that I, the real dragon of Lille, never promise others easily, but as long as I promise, I will never change. Is this enough? Moon God."

"We people, living on the edge of a knife all day long, will die at any time, aren't you afraid?" Irene tested the sincerity of the real dragon.

The real dragon said: "Besides these, do you have anything else to say? If not, let's take care of the wound quickly."

Irene's brows, which had been tightened for a long time, finally relaxed, as beautiful as a flower that had been in bud for a long time and suddenly bloomed!

"You...will you kick me again?" Zhenlong was worried, fearing that he would be kicked hard by Irene again, because his small body would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Erin's face was slightly red, and she stretched out her pale hand and moved it hesitantly to the buttons of her robe. After some struggle, I reluctantly unbuttoned...