Chapter 0402-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Before the words fell, the originally dim night sky was instantly illuminated by several clusters of dragon flames.

Immediately afterward, several people holding torches came out of the cherry blossom forest.

And in the middle of those people was Loseweather.

With her silver hair and silver tail, floor-length dress, cool and indifferent eyes as well as her ice-covered face, she revealed the majesty of her queen.

The moment she met those majestic dragon pupils, Maureen’s entire head went blank.

Cold sweat swished all over his body, and his ears were buzzing.

Knock-knock-knock-knock.

The heart beating in her chest made a muffled sound that Maureen could hear perfectly.

At the moment, it was as if all her senses were heightened to a limit by tension, amazement, panic and fear.

Even the air she inhaled when she breathed in seemed to become the knife that cut her lips.

“Rose …… Visser ……”

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Moe War is going to end the force with a total of seven shifts, which will slowly be paid back to you all starting next month.

(because I’m going to have to adjust my mindset for the remaining days of the month …… oops)

17 Couple’s double rows

The coldness that seeped into the depths of Maureen’s soul was like an invisible tide that wrapped and stung her every cell, even more biting and biting to the bone than the icy blossoms on the morning dew.

Facing the Silver Dragon Queen, Maureen couldn’t help but feel absolutely powerless and weak.

The Queen’s eyes seemed to have the power to cut the soul, the silver eyes that were as deep as jewels, even under the cover of the silver hair that fluttered in the wind, the light that came out of them was still piercing and sharp, revealing an inviolable dignity and power. It is like a peak covered with ice and snow, meditative, cold and difficult to climb over.

Maureen couldn’t help but feel pathetic to herself with her efforts to flinch backwards.

Her knees shook instinctively, as if announcing that the last vestiges of resistance had been ruthlessly snuffed out, and her raspy leather boots rubbed against the gravel floor against each other with a subtle but helpless sound.

Her survival instincts were mercilessly strangled by the queen’s aura, like a fragile snow lotus in the wind, hesitating before the cliff of fate.

In that moment, her body’s movements were raw and sluggish, as if every strand had been drawn tight, a puppet pulled through hell. The chains of soul-binding seemed to clank on each of her joints, and the doll’s smile had shattered, replaced only by a deep sadness and death.

With each approaching step, the Queen’s pressure seemed to freeze the air, making Maureen feel as if she were in a graveyard in the middle of a winter night, silent and dead.

The flowers around her looked lost their color, just gray shadows that trembled gently in the wind. And the anger in the Queen’s eyes was like starbursts falling from the night sky, terrifying but irresistible.

She flopped to her knees.

If she continued to hold on, the pressure seemed to be about to break her spine.