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The golden color is dazzling and resplendent, giving people the impression that it is more than enough. In the Dragon's Nest, which exudes a soaring vulgar atmosphere, the rolling mountains of huge gold coins are crisscrossed with piles of priceless treasures. The golden hall is full of wealth. Leona's face is full of it.

If your heart is as gray as ashes, you will have no love left in your life.

It shouldn't be like this, it obviously shouldn't be like this.

In her imagination, she was supposed to be in a dilemma between the stupid fat dragon and the stupid druid. She even imagined the worst case scenario. The stupid fat dragon couldn't help but get angry and attack the stupid druid.

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What should I do? Should I step forward to stop him? Or should I try my best to stop him?

Although it was not her wish, Leona had to admit that she and that idiot did have a bond that could no longer be separated. Therefore, no matter how reluctant, unwilling or unwilling she was,

At this time, you have to stand up and protect that fool.

Yes, imagine that on a cold and windy evening, two men's eyes flashed with incomparable hatred. The war was about to break out. The stupid Druid was about to be killed instantly. He stood between the two men, with family affection and evil fate intertwined.

Torn between a left and a right, a dilemma of loyalty (?), he finally clenched his fists, raised his head majestically, his eyes revealed a determined gaze with a faint golden light, and stared at the two angry men who wanted to fight to the death for him.

Rage from the soul!

——You two, stop fighting over me!

——Have you ever considered my feelings?!

——You men are always so self-righteous!

Then, the stupid fat dragon and the stupid druid, who were already in power, finally came to their senses amidst their hoarse and sincere cries, shook hands, made peace, and reconciled.

Okay, Leona has to admit that she stayed up late the night before she came back and watched The Knight, which was obviously very vulgar but she still wanted to continue watching it. There was a similar plot in it, so maybe, probably, she might have been a little bit affected.

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However, there is a saying that comes from life, right? No similar tragedy has ever happened, so how can people imagine such a script out of thin air?

Therefore, Leona's children's shoes subconsciously drew up a script for herself.

Everything was expected. The first meeting between the two men was just as she had imagined. The air was full of gunpowder, but of course there was something different. The smell of a barrel of explosives that was about to explode at the first touch was all stupid and fat.

From the dragon side, the stupid druid looks like a soaked squib, a soaked cock, a shaved husky...

Highlight a huge coward.

I can understand, I can understand, after all, this idiot has taken advantage of him... Bah, bah, I didn't let him take advantage... In short, it's normal for this idiot to be cowardly. How can he have the confidence to get angry at the stupid fat dragon?

OK, the actors are in place, the scene props are complete, and the atmosphere is established. Next, it’s time for the heroine to appear.

Caught between two men, the noble, gentle, kind, beautiful, unfortunate, and sad princess is wandering painfully between family affection and love (crossed out: to be corrected). On the left is a man with a deep fate.

, I don’t want to see him injured; on the right, is the father who was blessed with the gift of childbirth, and I don’t want to punch him. The two sufferings and pains are intertwined, giving birth to more pain...

This is how it should be, it should be this way.

But why did the painting style change next?

Leona squatted in the corner with a blank look on her face, her eyes suspiciously like she was dreaming. She couldn't help but cast her eyes away from the center of the hall again, and the feeling of lifelessness became stronger and stronger.

Who are those two people?

Who are those two guys holding hands and chatting over wine?

I don't know any of them.

This must be a dream, I must be dreaming, a weird and long dream.

"Hiccup~~~" Hardy, who was full of drunkenness, let out a satisfied burp. He suddenly jumped up and landed on a mountain of gold coins several meters high. He bent down and rummaged around for a while.

The crown is casually placed on the head, the dreamlike webbing with countless colored diamonds connected in series, the drooping shoulders, and the supreme scepter engraved with the wings of a giant dragon, which is waved like a ceremonial stick.

"Look, look, do I look like the Dragon King now?"

Hardy, who was very drunk, had one hand on his hips and the other holding the scepter high. His round, fat face assumed a serious posture. Perhaps the webbing was a little tight, so he subconsciously lifted up his protruding belly.

, there was a surge in the throat, and a long wine burp came out of the mouth again.

Not to be outdone, someone jumped onto another mountain of gold coins as if in a ring, bent down and rummaged through it, and finally found a golden sword and a crystal shield. He held it in his hand. He also lacked a cloak, so he couldn't find it for a while.

I had no choice but to get a thick quilt in my inventory, hang it randomly on my shoulders, and raise my sword to meet the shield.

"What about me? Do I look like the savior now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the quilt slipped from his back, and he collapsed limply on the ground.

You look at me, I look at you. The two extremely drunk men burst into laughter again without any image, threw away their clothes, you had a drink and I had a drink, eating meat, drinking heavily, singing and dancing.

Aikalay and Loyer who rushed over saw this scene.

"What the hell is going on? What happened?"

The White Dragon mother and daughter were also frightened by the scene in front of them. They originally came to save the scene, but they never imagined that such a thing would happen. Even if they were given ten times the IQ, they still could not figure out why such a thing would happen.

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And Uncle Bailong, who was hiding outside the door and preparing to watch the show, was completely unfit for the image of a cold prodigal. His mouth opened wide in shock, and his chin almost dropped to the ground.

"Don't ask me, I don't know what happened, and more importantly, I don't know them." Leona's face was expressionless, her eyes dull.

That's it, another one went crazy.

Aikalay and Loyer looked at each other, feeling more and more strange. The two communicated with each other for several seconds and reached a consensus.

No matter what, let's end this weird farce as soon as possible.

I thought it would be extremely difficult to pull two men back who were drunk and about to take advantage of them. Unexpectedly, the mother and daughter just stepped forward to help them. Before they spoke, the other side seemed to know that

After realizing their thoughts, the arms holding each other's shoulders loosened and they quickly separated.

"Next time... let's have a drink together next time..."

"That's it...it's settled, next time...it's the puppy who doesn't come!"

"Okay, I'll see you then. I'll definitely see you."

"Come as scheduled."

"No problem, be on time, be early."

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

With a manly crispness, without the support of Bailong and his daughter, the two of them turned around and left immediately.

For some reason, Leona suddenly felt that the scene in front of her was very similar to a story a certain druid told her.

It is said that in the far west of the continent, a tribe of wizards who are good at riding horses and use a strange [pistol] as a magic tool have a cruel duel game. This is it. The two people walk forward with their backs to each other, and after counting one or two

Three, turn around in an instant, draw a gun and shoot at the opponent. Who wins, who loses, who lives and who dies depends on who shoots the eye of death first in this thousandth of a second.

Wait, so what exactly is the Eye of Death?!

Leona shook her head to get rid of this strange thought that suddenly appeared. Look, isn't this peaceful? It must be my imagination.

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The next day, I woke up from a nightmare and sat up.

"Oh my god! I had a nightmare!" I shouted to the dragon Rena sitting on the edge of the bed.

Then, count the big eyes to the small eyes for a few seconds.

"Oh my god! The nightmare is still going on!" I slapped my forehead and lay down again. Yes, the only way to solve the nightmare is to continue to fall asleep in the dream. I remember the high school physical education teacher once taught that a negative makes a positive!

Draw inferences from one instance and wake up from your dreams!

"Get up, you lazy idiot!" With such a real scream, his body flew up along with the rolled-up quilt, and rolled in the air for a while before landing.

"Does a guy who sleeps twenty hours a day have the right to criticize me? You have the right to criticize me as a little ghost!" I stretched out my hand to grab the quilt and argued my case, when my eyes suddenly caught sight of Aikalay standing beside me.

"Ahem, forget it, it's getting late, get up and get up." Give Miss Bailong some face, it's definitely not because of you, the evil dragon Lena.

"Tell me, what happened yesterday?" I was only wearing a pair of big underpants. Before I could get dressed, the evil dragon Lena came forward to interrogate me aggressively.

"Yesterday?" I looked confused.

"What's going on between you and the stupid fat dragon?" The little female dragon went straight to the point without giving me a chance to think.

"With stupid fat dragon?" I thought thoughtfully.

"Explain to me quickly! Did you cast some strange spell on the stupid fat dragon?!"

"For example, a mind-lowering spell?" Aikalay added as a reminder, her sparkling, crystal-clear and beautiful pupils filled with pure curiosity.

"What happened yesterday?" I tilted my head. For some reason, I seemed to have lost a memory. I fell into an inexplicable panic and started to tremble.

"You still dare to pretend to be stupid? You have lost your memory, right? I will help you get it back!" Without saying a word, this violent little female dragon picked up a big hammer engraved with 1000t, and raised it high to hit my head.

Smash it down.

"Wait a minute, Lena, Sir Wu Fan doesn't seem to be lying."
To be continued...