Chapter 0125-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

“My son hasn’t been bullied since he was a child, so why should he be beaten just half a month into school?”

“He’s the one who’s going to inherit my title in the future, do you guys know that I’m the Duke of the Red Inferno Dragon Clan? Our chief is Constantine!”

“And you, a pussy who can’t even show his tail, just shamelessly taught someone how to beat us?”

“Come on, come on, I’m standing right here, don’t you dare hit me.”

“And you.”

He looked over at Losweather and raised his arm to try and point at her to continue his rant.

Slap–

Before the idiot, who was as good as a shrew, could open his mouth to count out Loseweather, Leon stood up and squeezed his wrist.

Before he could extend his index finger, the immense pressure from his wrist pressed against his bones and nerves, forcing his finger to bend down and not straighten at all.

He monthly fee group Lu 949 three Lu one three five also tried to secretly compete with Leon.

Only to find that the guy was incredibly strong.

Lois Visser sat down on the couch and hugged Noah tightly.

In fact, she was going to have to resist disliking the guy back a few times just now if Leon didn’t stand up and say something.

I didn’t realize that Leon had stolen the show.

And there’s one little detail that Loseweather has noticed, and I don’t know if Leon did it intentionally or unintentionally, and that is-

He’s a bit protective.

“What are you barking at? It’s okay to point at me and curse me twice, but how dare you point at my wife and kids?”

Leon said in a cold voice, “If you didn’t know better, you’d think a dog had infiltrated St. Sith’s Academy!”

Lar’s father glared viciously at Leon, but his aura had weakened considerably from a moment ago.

Leon, at 6’8″ or so, stood up rather oppressively.

And being a dragon slayer again, the sight of a dragon had an innate bloodline suppression.

Lal’s father was a bit of a wimp, but his mouth was still tough, “What? You want to fight? This is the principal’s office, try hitting me.”

“Why do you always hang on to the fight? Make it sound like you and your son can fight.”

“Nonsense, your daughter beat up my son, that’s a fact, and you won’t let me talk about it, will you?”

Leon sneered, “My daughter, is one year and two months old, may I ask how old is your son with the broken arm?”