The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 183 Night Talk: The Whimper of the Young Dragon
"and many more!"

"I don't feel sleepy yet, I don't need to sleep!"

Ron yelled, and before he got up to escape from this dangerous bed, the black and white velvet blanket under him suddenly flew up by itself, rolling Ron on the bed into a ball, wrapping his body tightly. let him go.

That familiar gesture reminded Ron of the stuffy blanket attack.

Different from the weak and stuffy blanket, this black and white blanket is stronger than Ron imagined, and even he who has reached the demigod level cannot escape the shackles of the blanket.

"Hey, don't move around~"

A pair of small white hands gently stretched out from the back of Ron's neck, slowly wrapping his neck around him,

Her body was lightly pressed against Ron's back, and her arms as smooth as jade wrapped tightly around his neck, making him feel a soft touch and a warm breath. .

This time Ron didn't move, and neither did he.

Move it, it feels like you are deliberately taking advantage of the goddess' body.

Don't move. Does it feel like you gave in too quickly, a bit ruining your dragon design?
At this time, Ron's stiff body was like a dried salted fish, lying straight on his side in the center of the bed.

The goddess of death's head rested on his shoulder, her long hair spread out, and her breath was gentle and sweet, gently touching his cheek.

"Uh, it's a little hot"

Ron's mouth was wrapped in a black and white blanket, and his muffled voice broke the murmuring atmosphere.

Although this kind of heat is completely fine for his body, the restless heat in his heart is hard to extinguish.

"I know little Ron hasn't developed well yet, if he can't fall asleep, I can chat with you~"

A soft voice rang in Ron's ears, and the warm breath made Ron's ears a little itchy.

Well, my heart itches even more
It's a pity that the blanket restrained his actions, otherwise the height would be so high that the goddess of death would know the fate of "provoking" a dragon.

After a moment of silence, Ron took the initiative to initiate the topic.

"I'm just an ordinary rainbow dragon, why."

He asked the question he wanted to know the most, and the preference from the Goddess of Death made him a little dazed.

"Because little Ron is my family~"

The beautiful figure embracing Ron tightly behind her replied softly without any hesitation.

"family?"

"Ah."

"But I've never seen you before, and you shouldn't have seen me either. How do you know me?"

"Then haven't we met now?"

"."

Sensing that Ron was a little depressed, the voice of the Goddess of Death became more gentle and concerned:
"What does it matter if you see it or not?"

"We were originally family and even being separated won't change that fact."

"And I knew little Ron a long time ago."

"?"

Hearing this, Ron frowned.

Hearing what the goddess of death said, it seemed as if she existed a long time ago.

But I have lived for less than 30 years including my previous life. Could it be that the other party is getting old and has recognized the wrong person?
Or.
Noticing that the black and white blanket that binds me seems to be gradually loosening the shackles,
Ron simply squirmed and turned around, ready to have a face-to-face conversation with the goddess of death.

He felt the need to clarify this point to avoid misunderstandings.

Seemingly aware of Ron's movements, the two little hands that were tightly surrounding him were also slightly loosened, allowing him to have room to move.

As soon as Ron turned his head, he met those dark black eyes.

Those were a pair of heavy black eyes, as if the sun had been crushed and gold was rubbed in the black.

They kept facing each other while lying on their sides.

The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters, and Ron could even clearly feel the gentle breath blowing on him.

"I"

Just as Ron was about to speak, his mouth was sealed by the red lips that came over suddenly.

"woooooo"

That familiar feeling is back.

But unlike last time, Ron didn't resist fiercely this time.

He just got used to the rhythm, and then hugged the opponent's soft body with his backhand.

Ron could clearly feel the other party's body suddenly stiffen.

The goddess of death was obviously frightened by his bold behavior, and her fiery body trembled involuntarily.

"I'm definitely the first dragon in the multiverse who dares to be the god of death."

Ron thought silently in his heart.

After that, he simply did not do anything, and directly switched from defense to offense, starting the first small invasion journey.

"Woooooo!"

This time the person who wanted to break free became the goddess of death.

Unlike Ron's desperate struggle before,

She seemed to be afraid of hurting the arms that hugged her tightly, so she only dared to twist her body slightly and patted Ron's back lightly, trying to get away from this bad guy who was getting tighter and tighter.

So you can't be too soft-hearted when talking about "fighting". If you care about your hands and feet, you will be bullied.

Just like the goddess of death now.

The two remained in this posture for a while.

Until the breeze blows, the three pale moons in the sky slowly rise to the highest point, indicating that the night is already over half.

After making sure that the other party didn't dare to make any more moves, Ron let go of his mouth.

"Boom!"

A clear voice echoed in the room.

Looking at the trembling Goddess of Death in his arms, Ron finally regained his usual feeling.

"Jie jie jie jie jie~"

With a sinister smile, he looked at the Goddess of Death and asked:
"Do you still dare to sneak up on me in the future?"

"I was wrong"

The goddess looked at Ron tearfully, as if she was a little girl being bullied by a bully.

Seeing this scene, Ron laughed even more wildly.

"Let me tell you, the gods can't poke people's mouths casually, especially"

Before Ron could finish his declaration of victory, the Goddess of Death interrupted him:
"But I still dare~~"

"Um???"

Seeing the goddess of death with a sudden smile on his face, Ron suddenly "raged".

When he was just about to educate the other party "orally".

The other party suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Ron's shoulders and pressed him down. Two white jade-like palms pressed Ron's hands tightly.

"Little Ron was in such a hurry that I was taken aback."

"Next"

The tip of the snake swept across the rosy lips, and the goddess of death smiled and looked at Ron below her, showing a smile of success.

Looking at the Goddess of Death riding on him, Ron's eyes widened.

"me fault."

"Woooooo!"

The whimpering of the young dragon echoed throughout the Death Tower,
It's really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it, so miserable.

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after one day
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"call--"

The Goddess of Death gently blows a puff of white mist
The white mist turns into a brand new quilt.

Ron lay in the middle of the bed with a spoiled expression on his face, letting the white fluffy quilt cover him.

Things seem to happen and things don't seem to happen
The clothes between the two were intact, but the atmosphere was murmuring.

"I'm not clean."

Ron looked at the ceiling hopelessly, and groaned in his heart for the virtue of his going away.

Although they didn't touch much physically, the souls of the two of them just now did everything they should and shouldn't do.

Ron's virginity seems to be still there, but it seems to be gone.

"Well, it's getting dark again~~"

The goddess of death leaned on the head of the bed, her slender legs pressed against Ron, and she looked at him and said meaningfully.

"hiss!"

Ron grabbed the quilt in horror and wrapped it around his body for an instant, then looked at her vigilantly, curled up in the corner of the bed and shivered.

It was as if what was in front of her was not a goddess, but a demon.

"Really, little Ron, you look like I'd eat you."

The goddess of death said with a chuckle, then forcefully pulled the quilt away, squeezed in and hugged him tightly.

"You're still here!"

"Don't move, take a good rest, or I'll be rude~"

Ron could only let the other party hug his body in humiliation.

Since you can't resist, go enjoy it.

The faint scent of bluebells penetrated into his nostrils, as if it was a blessing left by the goddess of death, which gradually calmed Ron's mood.

In a daze without knowing what was going on, Ron's eyes gradually became heavy, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally he closed his eyes tiredly.

He actually fell asleep.

under the moonlight

The Goddess of Death clenched her right hand and propped her cheek, her soft eyes carefully studied Ron's sleeping peaceful face beside her.

A small hand as white as jade gently stroked his cheek, feeling the warmth that only belonged to the living.

"It's great to see you again."

Ron seemed to feel something, and his eyelids trembled subconsciously.

The Goddess of Death sighed softly and withdrew her hand.

Then she turned her head sideways, and slowly laid her soft body on his chest, quietly listening to the beating sound that represented life.

"It would be great if I could be with you all the time."

(End of this chapter)