Chapter 0183-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

The Silver Dragon Queen’s trademark bad smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, “Tell me more about Leon, especially as a child.”

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“Leon’s childhood ……?”

A small amount of confusion and surprise appeared on Tag’s otherwise meticulous face.

He expected that Lossweather might make some conditions or demands, but what was this so-called price …… for?

What kind of life is that brat leading over there?

Without further ado, Loseweather waited patiently for the feast that was to come.

Tag let go of the hilt in his hand, “You’re asking for something a little special.”

Loseweather smiled, “Isn’t yours special?”

Indeed, none of the things they were going to exchange would have been normal.

The Master wants his apprentice to die another death out there;

Instead, the enemy wanted to learn about the captives as children.

But it’s done and there’s no need to think about why, so let’s just pay with one hand and deliver with the other.

Tag breathed a sigh of relief and scratched the gray hair at his temples, “Okay, wait for me then.”

Saying this, Tag turned, walked towards the bed, bent down, and rummaged through a large wooden box from the bottom of the bed, from which he took out a number of papers, drawings, and paintings, and then served a stream of them on the table.

Loseweather was slightly startled.

What a great guy! Did he leave so much black history?

Leon probably would not have dreamed that he was backstabbed by his former companion on the battlefield, even so, in private, he was actually “backstabbed” by his master.

Grief.

Poor Kasmod was either on the receiving end of a backstab or on his way to being backstabbed.

“These, all the love letters Leon has ever received from enrollment to graduation, I’ve saved them for him.”

Tag said in a serious manner, “It was originally reserved for his future wife, but whoever told him his little life is in your hands now, you’re in charge.”

With that, Tag pushed a pile of love letters in front of Loseweather.

Cool, so you’ve got this one too?

Lois Visser looked at the pile of love letters in front of her and thought to herself that it was such and such a joy when Leon saw Isha pull out all those love letters she had saved up for her black history.

Lossweather flipped through the love letters, which were so meaty that she laughed as she read them.

“And this one, it’s one of the more special love letters.”

Tag held up a white envelope.

“Oh? How?” Loseweather looked up.

“Any other girl, he rejects in a second, not even bothering to give a reason; while the girl who sent this love letter, he hesitated for five seconds in rejecting.”

The Master said, “Do you know how important five seconds were to him? His exact words were, ‘Why waste five seconds on rejecting someone? I can use those five seconds to memorize one more alchemical chemistry formula and do a few more push-ups and pull-ups.’ So, this girl, very