Confess System: Picking Up Girls After Girls, Try Not to Get Killed!
【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】 "I can read minds and I understand psychology. I can identify everything and even predict my own death. However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die. The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls. The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes. If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……" --- steady update. 2 chapters per day xD
Crimson Flame Dragon
Seizing the momentary lapse as the Crimson Flame Dragon yet to whip its head back around, Tyler took aim at several of its parts and let loose a volley of three arrows.
Each arrow found its mark in the beast's belly, wing membrane, and thigh respectively. The belly shot inflicted 2 points of damage, while the others merely scratched it for 1 point each.
Yet, as if foreordained, none of the arrows managed to pierce its defense, dropping to the ground one after the other.
Tyler had initially assumed the dragon's wing membrane to be its most vulnerable point, but in reality, it was protected by a veneer of very fine white dragon scales, impervious to the assault of a Fir Treant Hunting Bow.
Surprisingly, the dragon's belly lacked any scale protection, merely relying on robust and thick abdominal muscles for defense.
This observation left Tyler with an impression of this Crimson Flame Dragon. Perhaps, this whelp dragon was rather arrogant?
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