Chapter 0072-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

This smiley face is welcome, right?

But when it comes to the matter of bringing up a child, this wronged couple is surprisingly in tune.

Walking around, they came to a young dragon paradise, two young dragonesses running ahead of them, holding hands, with Leon and Loseweather following not far behind them, keeping their distance.

There were quite a few parents with their children in the Cuban Dragon Park.

But most are alone with their babies, and very few come out in the form of couples like Leon and Loseweather.

It does seem that dragons are keen on asexual reproduction.

After her daughters played with the simple amusements for a while, Moune caught sight of a balloon fight booth with lots of teddy bear prizes.

She pulled her sister along as she jogged over excitedly.

Since her sister wanted a teddy bear, it was only natural for Noa to go on the warpath for her sister.

Leon was mildly surprised to see Noa standing on a small stool with her toy gun up, and Leon

“You dragons play with guns too.”

“Well, but only in Sky City. It’s a very inclusive city that often digs up interesting things or cultures from within other races’ societies.”

Loseweather says, “As for the various dragon races out there, most of them are arrogant and don’t care to learn or take in what other races have to offer.”

“Wow …… like that.”

Leon lifted his arms and rested his hands behind his head, paused, and said purposefully, “Then I get the feeling you’re kinda listening.”

Loseweather looked sideways, “What?”

“Remember the last time I suggested that you have your daughters change their names and call you mom instead of mother? Did you tell them about it that night?”

Lois Visser did not avoid the subject, and graciously admitted that the

“Yeah, I have to say, you humans do have a bit more refined parenting philosophy than the dragons.”

“Right, right, right, if you were left to bring up the baby on your own, the consequences might have been a bit unimaginable.” Leon smiled smugly.

“Hmph, childish.”

“You’re the childish one.”

“You’re childish.”

“It’s you, Mother Dragon.”

“Shut up.”

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom.

Three shots came from the balloon fight booth.

Leon couldn’t see how many balloons had been popped from their angle though.

But judging from Noa’s expression, the result should be less than favorable.

Leon and Loseweather looked at each other, then walked toward the booth in unison.

Noa fired a few more shots as they walked past, but there was still little smile on her serious little face.

Walked in for a look.

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