Capítulo 192: Chapter 153 The Memories of the Dead are Attacking Me_2

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Pulling the covers over her, Amelia lay in bed with a silly smile, wondering what Venus's reaction would be when she saw Lance.

Hurry up, dawn....

She was already becoming impatient.

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It was December 4th, 3455, in the Black Dragon Calendar, overcast.

It wasn't snowing today; when she woke up on the couch in the morning, Ingrid told her that the Evil Dragon was outside making a snow sculpture.

The Evil Dragon was making a snow sculpture?

The Young Dragon touched her bald head and went outside to the courtyard.

What the Evil Dragon had made wasn't a snowman, but a young dragon.

Somehow it seemed to be her.

Building a snow dragon this early in the morning; she wondered whether the Evil Dragon had eaten breakfast yet, realizing she had forgotten to ask Ingrid.

Hey....