Chapter 0002-Shut up Dragon I don’t want to have children with you anymore.

“How dare you be rude to me.”

Her voice was clear and cold, but revealed the majesty of a queen.

Meanwhile, the tail strangling Leon was tightening.

Leon’s face was suffocating red, and his already weakened body would soon die without the supply of oxygen.

But he still stared at Los Vespers dead in the face, without the slightest intention of backing down.

The two stalemated for a few moments, and just as Leon was about to give out, Loseweather retracted her tail.

“What a tough guy. But it’s no use, you’re about to die.”

“Kill or be killed as you wish, and please do it quickly.” Leon said.

“Hmph, could it be that you, who are known as the strongest dragonslayer, can only utter such mundane last words on your deathbed.”

The Silver Dragon Queen smiled contemptuously, “So, great dragonslaying hero, do you have a wife? Any children? If not, if you die here, won’t your family be extinct?”

She irritated the once all-powerful human hero with her words.

It’s the winner shaming the loser, and rightfully so.

“The fall of a dragon slayer often represents the rise of a new generation of heroes.”

“But when it comes to you, there seems to be no successor, eh?”

Lois Visser reached out her hand, her pink . . tender fingertips gently traced the wound on Leon’s face, and in a tone full of false pity, the

“What a pity, a human as powerful as you should have accomplished more miracles and splendor if you hadn’t been framed by a villain, right?”

“Your descendants will follow you in glory and wealth, and sooner or later the Dragon Clan will be flattened by you.”

“You will be a great man who will be honored by all the world and sung about and loved by generations of people.”

“It’s just a shame–“

“Heh, you’re going to die here~”

Chop–

A sharp scrape of Losvesser’s fingers added another small cut to Leon’s face.

Her fingertips were stained with a bit of blood, but instead of rushing to wipe it off, she slowly came up to her mouth, then used her tongue to gently lick Leon’s blood . . licked it clean.

Leon slowly lifted his head and looked at Losweather’s smugly smiling face and then at the blood that remained at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, a thought of revenge popped into his head.

Leon remembered a type of magic he had learned a long time ago.

That kind of magic could only be used once in a lifetime, and there was no better time to use it than now, in terms of effectiveness.

“Your Majesty ……,” Leon made a hoarse sound.

“Oh? Ready to beg for mercy? Brave and fearless dragonslayer hero, I won’t spare you so easily~”

“Your Majesty, you just asked me if I have any offspring …… right?”

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