The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 794 Moans



"Hillbilly, are you buying this stuff to pay your respects to someone?" Brittany asked with an eye roll.

"Sort of, but not really."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"What do you mean?"

"People use these things to honor the dead. Tonight, I'm using this stuff to deal with evil spirits."

Daniel's explanation made Brittany roll her eyes again.

"You're such a hillbilly. If I were one of your dead relatives, I'd come back to life just to beat you up before heading back to the afterlife."

"They wouldn't dare to beat me!"

"Why not?"

"Because if they killed me, they'd have no one left to honor them!"

"Oh wow! You're such a filial descendant! If I had someone like you, I'd make sure to strangle you first before dying!"

...

The Mercedes AMG climbed up Golden Light Hill. Brittany, feeling stuffed from dinner, dozed off in the passenger seat, snoring softly.

The mountain road was steep and winding. Suddenly, a large pothole appeared ahead.

Of course, Daniel saw it, but he was driving a Mercedes AMG! That pothole was nothing to worry about!

With a loud clunk, the sturdy Mercedes AMG conquered the massive hole.

But the strong jolting woke Brittany.

"Ah!"

She screamed.

Then, she angrily smacked Daniel and scolded, "Hillbilly, what kind of driving is this? Didn't you see that huge pothole?"

"I saw it! But I'm driving a Mercedes AMG! You think I'd worry about little

It's just a hole!!

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Mercedes AMG can plow throu

"You idiot, that shake hurt me," Brittany said with a pout.

"Really? I'll be gentler next time. But you know, that scream you let out was pretty nice. Just by hearing it, could tellyou enjoyed that jolt. You might want to experience it again. Look, there's another pothole ahead. Brittany, ready for another thrilling bump?"

"Ready your ass! Ahh!"

As the Mercedes AMG hit another pothole, Brittany let out another scream.

"Hillbilly, I swear I'll kill you! You disgusting pervert! You're full of gross ideas!" Brittany started punching Daniel again.

"How am I a pervert? I just thought your screams sounded pretty nice, so I wanted to hear more. It's called making good use of resources.

It's pitch black all around, and if you

don't keep me entertained, what if doze off and drive us off a cliff? Then we'd really be keeping each other company in hell."

“Hillbilly, you filthy pervert! You think you're in the right, don't you? Do you honestly think this is good for me?"

"I don't know if it's good for you, but I can tell you seemed pretty happy. At least you screamed with some joy."

"Happy? Can you stop with the bullshit! Strangling and beating you to death would make me happy!"