Lu En has benefited a lot from the arrival of Ayukan, and the conversation with a real ancient wise man can help him learn a lot.

Just like most dragons, Ayuken also made his own suggestions for Lu En's location. He felt that Lu En might be the pebble that broke the stagnant water of the empire, and pointed out that he should be placed at the right time.

Use violence, because stability must be broken by violence.

Lu En kept his words in mind and said goodbye to him.

After leaving, only Kara and Lu En were left in the house again.

Lu En sat on the chair, and Kara walked up to him, knelt down gently on the ground, and then lay on Lu En's knees as if she was tired.

Lu En was a little surprised at Kara's proactive and bold action, but he didn't say much. He reached out and pinched her earlobe, then helped her straighten her hair, admiring the beautiful neck that was exposed from time to time under her thick clothes.

This is not something you see often, especially under the collar, it seems that you can faintly see deeper places...

"Are all old people so verbose?" Kara used her slender fingers to draw circles on Lu En's thigh, her tone was a little lazy.

"Ha, we two are not young anymore, and we have no right to say that others are old." Lu En said with a smile, and at the same time, he gently squeezed Kara's face.

Regardless of age, at least she still looks young and gorgeous.

"It's different... I haven't gone through the breeding period yet. After ancient dragons are over 1,500 years old, they will most likely lose their reproductive capacity. This will make their tempers gentler and less aggressive than when they were young. Moreover, they will lose their reproductive capacity after they are over 1,500 years old.

Before that, they will definitely have many children. After all, you know that dragons like to give birth to offspring." Kara raised her head and observed Lu En's expression.

She is indeed not a dragon, but that does not prevent most of her body from being a dragon, following most of the physical characteristics of a real dragon.

Lu En was a little embarrassed, but he took a deep breath and then softened his tone: "I may not have much time to take care of you and him."

"I will take care of it and won't cause you any trouble." Kara buried her face in her lap and said softly.

Lu En touched his nose, saying that he seemed to be a scumbag... he would not be responsible after giving birth.

But, in fact, it seems that it is not too far off. He does lack a lot of time to fulfill this responsibility, especially in the next many years, he may have to stay in hell.

"Besides, I will go to hell with you. The hatching of eggs... can wait until later. Anyway, dragon eggs can be stored for a long time before being hatched. I'm just worried that after everything is over, I will have passed the breeding period. By then,

There isn’t even an egg left.” Kara buried her head, her tone even a little weak.

Such Kara even made Lu En feel a little strange.

But he gently pulled the straps behind the other person's back and untied them gently: "...I know, but there is no need for that. I should be free for at least thirty years. After that, we will hide him

Well, the war will not belong to the next generation. I will end everything in this generation. At that time, the children will grow up under the brighter sunshine."

"War...?" Kara muttered to herself.

The clothes were gradually pulled apart, seemingly relaxed, but the back seemed to be heavier.

But Kara didn't seem to notice, she just took off her shoes, straightened up, and knelt on the ground so that the clothes on her upper body could be untied.

The magic light flashed slightly, and the airtight barrier and the mystery lock made on site locked the entire room, blocking all prying eyes.

His fingers traced the waist that was originally thickly clad but now exposed to the air, causing waves of trembling.

The tongue licked across the frenulum, the soft breasts kept deforming, and the dry bed sheets gradually became moist.

The spasmodic toes, and the dragon scales that constantly appear and then hide on the body.

The fingers are clasped together, and the throat is constantly shaking.

The roots are intertwined, and the flashing electric light flows through the body.

The monster began to devour the body from toes to head, as if the whole body was put into the mouth, warm, but unable to breathe.

With a happy and intense suffocation, the pupils changed from round to a thin line of vertical pupils, and then quickly dilated, and even rolled their eyes upwards, unable to help themselves.

The flowers in her body are blooming wantonly, and the broken light in her eyes is swaying with crystal light.

The flowers are just blooming, but the ovary has already matured, full of longing for the past and longing for the future, welcoming the arrival of guests.

Melting into one in the darkness, you can no longer tell whose breathing or rubbing is whose, you can only feel the other's ears and temples rubbing together, trying to please the other as much as possible.

Fragments of moonlight filtered through the window lattice, but for an extraordinary creature, this light was enough for him to see every detail clearly, including the pink color on the delicate skin, the stiffness of the originally flexible fingers, the constant shaking of the chest, and

A slight twitching at the base of the thigh.

Endless miracles converge into this moment, this small room in billions of light years, this short moment in billions of years, everything, everything, everything.

Is it more comfortable physically or mentally? Kara wanted to figure it out, but was too confused to distinguish it carefully.

No matter, why should we distinguish?

Just let her sink, even if it's an illusion, even if it's false.

Thousands of years of longing are so strong that they can hardly be dissolved, like sunshine, spring rain, breeze, or boulders, but no matter what they look like, the little monster is finally accepted.

A little monster who does not belong to any creature, has no family, and no one cares about him. He was born out of endless evil thoughts and despair. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is pure thinking.

For fifty years, all she had seen was pure thought, and that was her home.

Then the pure thought disappeared as the little monster escaped.

The little monster without a home began to wander, wandering everywhere, covered with bruises and no place to stay. No one cared about her, and no one understood her.

Poor monster, she is everything's nightmare. She is cruel, cruel, and ruthless. She tries to find her own end through fighting. She fights again and again until she can't get up, but she just can't die.

The harder it is to die, the more painful it is.

The more painful it is, the more I can't help but think back to that non-painful time.

The little thing that flicks its tongue to lick the repulsion shield, and the light ball that can't move inside the repulsion shield, but is very patient and likes to joke.

But now, everything seems to be back to the past, back to the days 1,300 years ago.

No, no, it's better than that, better than that.

He hugged the body in front of him tightly, wrapping around his shoulders and back. Even though his body was still twitching and squirming, he just didn't want to let go, he didn't want to let go!

Never let go, always stay by his side.

Kara had read some books that said forever was too long, but she scoffed at this and couldn't accept it at all.

How could eternity be too long? If there was no gift longer than eternity, she would only think eternity is too short.

She could feel that something was condensing in her body, absorbing her power, and changing her.

But she readily accepted the change.

No family, no similar little monsters, now I have everything.

The frost begins to melt, like the reverberation of the waves, like the soft chirping of wind chimes, like the wind on the grassland making ripples on the lake, like the leaves sleeping peacefully due to the warm wind, like the heat rising from the bakery in the morning,

Like the white snow on the streets on Christmas Eve shimmering with silver light, leaving only the bright moonlight, and the shadows cast by the moonlight rise and fall on the wall.

How beautiful.

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Light, pure light.

In the light, there is a beautiful girl.

Oh, no, it's not that she is in the light, but that she is the source of the light.

The harmonious power she exudes is so strong that anyone who sees it will believe that this energy can annihilate all unclean things!

The rhythm of life beats in the light, and in the center of the light, there is a human form that can be called the most perfect and beautiful.

Everything on her body exudes the beauty of harmonious order, every sway of her hair is full of perfect arcs, and every part of her clothes is as perfect as a geometric figure.

Every movement perfectly fits the world. She is like a gear in the world, and every move is interlocked with everything. Even her unconsciously moving fingers seem to vaguely conform to some kind of harmonious law of the universe.

Only when you truly witness all this, will you understand that the Creator is really partial, and the Creator's favorite daughter is undoubtedly the girl in front of you, and she is the Creator's most perfect creation.

Her eyes are like poems engraved on the blue lake, her lips are like dewdrops on the tips of grass in the summer morning mist, her hair is like the rays of the setting sun on the sea, her toes are like pearl-colored heaven, and her fingers are like

The buds of flowers have just sprouted, the tongue is pink and soft,

Everything is just right, every part of the body is in perfect harmony with what is meant by "perfection".

The light around her is as smooth and soft as the moon, not dazzling, yet it is as strict and disciplined as the sun, dispersing all the shadows around her.

Even her inadvertent chirping sounds in her sleep are as refreshing as the singing of a lark. Her sleep whispers are as clear and sweet as wind chimes, and her soft tones flow past the ears, seeming to grab the listener.

The listener's ears allow the listener to pay full attention to the words of the person in front of him.

Even the melodious singing of the most powerful bard is nothing more than a duck's quacking compared to this sound.

The ubiquitous light all around adds color to her, and her soft hair that falls straight to her slender waist even reflects the rainbow, making people doubt whether she is real.

Everything has reached the extreme. Just looking at her, everyone can feel that they are bathed in the radiance of harmony and kindness. She is a model for the entire world! In fact, her beauty has transcended aesthetics, regardless of

Not to mention monsters, elves, sea tribes, humans and other species with similar aesthetics, and not to mention the strange race of true dragons that can appreciate the beauty of all species, even all kinds of savage beasts, and even brainless jellyfish.

You can all instinctively feel her beauty!

I'm afraid that even if she stands in the primitive jungle, there will be many butterflies chasing her and landing on her fingertips.

Beauty regardless of race or even reason!

Even if we call it the embodiment of "beauty", I'm afraid no one will have any doubts.

This beautiful girl was sleeping deeply, but she seemed to be having a sweet dream, and she would show a soft smile from time to time.
To be continued...