Chapter 0163-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Loseweather caught her chance, “Eh look look look, I didn’t even say what was what and you’re not even fighting.”

“Ewww I’m so grumpy-“

“Okay.” Losweather slapped the crafting tutorial onto Leon’s chest, “Get to work, you sift the flour, I’ll beat the eggs, quick quick quick.”

“Ohhhh good.”

Meanwhile, Leon heard the host’s passionate commentary coming from the other venue, the

“Oh~~ it seems that our Balloon Battle Royale has come to a white-hot stage, with only four small young dragons left on the field.”

“Two of them were from the Sharp Claw Dragon Clan and one from the Ice Dragon Clan, and for some unknown reason, the three little young dragons came to some sort of tacit agreement to surround the remaining one, the Silver Dragon Clan little young dragon, at the same time.”

“I remember her, her name is Noa, she is one of the youngest students in this year’s cub division, but is at the top of her class in all subjects.”

“So will little Noa be able to kill her way out in the face of three much larger juvenile dragons surrounding her?”

“Let’s wait and see!”

At the sound of the voice, Leon and Loseweather coincidentally looked towards the balloon escape game area not far away.

Sure enough, just as the host had said, three young dragons that looked like they were seven or eight years old were surrounding Noa.

“It looks like it should be that Noa’s one-two-three fight earlier spread through the Hatchling Division, which is why they’re now teaming up to deal with her first.” Leon said.

“Noa isn’t in any danger, is she?” Losweather was a little worried.

“No, I believe in our daughter.”

Loseweather froze and blinked, savoring Leon’s off-the-cuff remark, “Our …… daughter ……”

Before the queen could ponder the flavor, she heard Leon shout excitedly, “Yay! Nice back handspring! Fuck ’em up hard for Daddy!”

At the end of the words, a bolt of flour raised itself without warning on Los Vesper’s cheeks.

Leon, in his excitement, accidentally swung his fist, and the flour stuck to it flung out with it.

Leon saw this and rushed forward attentively to wipe her.

“Sorry, sorry, my daughter was playing too cool to control.”

He pinched the sleeve of his shirt and wiped the flour from Losweather’s face.

The scene, however, happened to be seen by the game’s host.

“Noa’s side is not defeated by one against three, while her mom and dad don’t forget to care for and pamper each other even in the midst of a fierce cooking competition! Gosh, what a loving couple it is to put their love for each other into such detail!”

Leon’s motion to wipe Los Vesper’s face froze outright.

Originally, both he and Loseweather thought it was a small, unintentional thing, so how did it become a sign of affection after some verbal manipulation by that host?

Let’s just say, there’s no job to bite the lighter.

“Luckily the field is far enough away from the audience that they can’t see it.” Leon reassured.

It’s just a shame that–

“You may not be able to see it too well from a distance, come on, please get on our large stay stone that projects a live picture of the game onto the field