Chapter 0039-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

“He can hold you even if you’re bigger.”

Noah stomped another little foot into Leon’s face, “I think he’s just pretending to be asleep right now.”

“Well, why don’t you two go out and play first.” Losweather said.

“Yes, Mother.”

Noah turned and was about to jump out of bed.

But after thinking about it, he stepped over Leon’s stomach.

Moune was so shocked that he covered his eyes.

Dad probably wasn’t pretending to be asleep after being stepped on so many times ……

Getting out of bed, Noah pulled Mourne away.

Mu En looked fondly at her unconscious old man, “Daddy remember to wash your face when you wake up ……”

Splat–

The two little dragonesses left the room.

Loseweather still looked coldly at Leon.

“If you keep pretending, it won’t be Noah’s foot that steps on your stomach next.”

“Holy shit pain pain pain pain pain pain-“

Sitting up in shock from his dying illness, Leon rolled back and forth on the bed, covering his stomach.

“The little thing is not a big person, why does it come down so hard.”

“Dragons have a bit more bone density than humans, didn’t you feel it when you hugged Murn?”

“Feel it.”

“Then you’re still asking.”

“You have to answer if I ask? Did I force you?”

“…… You might as well die, Leon.”

Loseweather raised her hand about to wield magical energy.

Leon rushed to hold a pillow in front of his body-

Despite knowing that a pillow was useless in the face of magical energy that could level a mountain, Leon still thought about dying with a pillow, or at least dying comfortably.

Loseweather grunted, and with a wave of her hand, she shook off the energy in her hand.

Realizing there was no danger, Leon slowly lowered his pillow as well.

In fact, he knew that Loseweather wouldn’t really screw him over.

Why wait for him to wake up when you could have done it already.

It was just that after that ended three days ago, Loseweather had smothered him with a straight punch, and then he’d slept for three full days.

It was logical that he wasn’t weak enough for that.

But all that stamina he’d built up over the days had gone into getting back at Loseweather that night.

Retaliation is done, and Leon’s stamina bar is empty.

Let alone a punch from Los Vespers, he wouldn’t be able to take it even if Noa came.

“Can you tell me what you were thinking.” Loseweather asked.

“What how do you think? Is it hard to understand that a dragonslayer is just trying to use every possibility to fight a dragon king?”

“You’re still thinking of resisting even now?”

“Why don’t you fight back?”

With such a rebellious and mischievous remark, Leon had expected that Loswither would give him another hard lecture.

But I don’t think so.