Chapter 0188-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Lean.

How can a pretty face put up such an aggressive front?

It’s a waste!

Because the spell casting chant was interrupted, it caused Leon to have a lack of backbone, and in the end, he could only hold back a sentence, “I’ll just give Mourne a fried steak for three meals a day.”

Loseweather snorted, “Let’s not let our feud spread to our daughter.”

After a moment’s thought, she added, “But you’re right, I really should do a little defense. I’ll remember that next time I’m out, then-“

She trailed off, deliberately selling it.

Leon raised an eyebrow, “Inform me?”

“Lock you up.”

“……”

That’s really coming to a head, Mother Dragon.

“Come on, I really do have something to do in secret, nothing dangerous.”

To be honest, it was actually a bit dangerous to go and face a top dragonslayer of old alone.

Only Los Vesper wasn’t going to tell Leon about his master just yet.

Play enough to talk!

The Master was safe for now anyway, and Loseweather just wanted to spend the next few days practicing her newly acquired “Leon Casmode’s List of Weaknesses” while the iron was hot.

Come on, earlier at his big sister’s house, he’d been both shown his past by this guy and scared by the spider to reveal an unknown side of the queen in front of him.

These black history in the future “husband and wife daily life”, can be Leon ruthlessly digging Rose Weather’s heart of the sharp weapon.

And Loseweather knew perfectly well that there was only one way to try to gag Leon:

Use the same trick to retaliate back.

So, about the Master, I know you’re in a hurry, but hold your horses and let me be first.

“All right.” Leon said.

“Uh-huh.”

Loseweather nodded and didn’t say anything else.

The couple fell silent for a moment.

Granted, she intended to get back at Leon with his black history, but it couldn’t be unfolded in a particularly raw manner.

A perfect process of social death is one that takes gestation, fore . . play, development, in order to reach the final high . The climax.

Loseweather needed to wait quietly for the opportunity to let her little captive walk bit by bit into the trap she had set.

Before that opportunity came, the two of them seemed to be in a state of …… “not knowing how to look straight at each other because their first kisses were given to each other in confusion”.

There was a little silence, and Lois Visser said, “Have you had breakfast?”

“Nope.”

“Well, then I’ll go get Moune and we’ll have breakfast later.”