Chapter 0192-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

She withdrew her eyes and closed them slightly.

A few seconds later, Leon was lying on her side.

“Turn off the lights.” Leon asked.

“Close it.”

Splat–

The bedside lamp went out and the room was instantly enveloped in darkness.

Bits of moonlight flooded in through the window, only Leon didn’t bother to admire Los Vespers’ sideways face.

He was quietly waiting for his chance, like a lion hibernating before hunting.

You guys probably don’t realize how much of a stretch it is to swim back and kill a female dragon.

I’ve often said that back in the day, Noah she was able to counter three kills in a fight at school, and I, Leon, will have no problem countering one of Loseweather’s kills here;

Ambush her with one hand, this Kidney Bowl he can’t eat, he doesn’t have to eat it, Loseweather is dead;

If this Kidney Bowl is replaced with Dragon Power, it will be an absolute killer;

It’s a shame it can’t be replaced;

Eww mother dragon you faster ah, quickly move ah, do not dawdle, I still have to kill you back;

Hand the female dragon a small whip and please begin your performance.

Tsk–

Time passed by, and Los Vespers still didn’t make a move.

Leon turned his head sideways and realized she had closed her eyes and was breathing evenly.

Is this …… asleep?

Where’s the promised cannon fire? Why are you asleep?

Leon poked her arm gently, “Hey, hey.”

No reaction.

Really asleep.

Lean.

When you said you came to sleep in my room, did you really just come to sleep and do nothing else?

Leon’s mind moved slightly, Lois Visser was now asleep, if he took this opportunity to take her directly in one hand ……

No, it’s not the right time.

This she-dragon usually always likes to punch her face for output, and it makes more sense to counter-kill her.

And Leon couldn’t afford to lose half a month’s worth of bloodstains that he had managed to save up so easily.

Money, spend it.

With that thought, Leon moved to the side, putting some distance between himself and Loseweather, and then drifted off to sleep as well.

At just after two in the morning, however, the silver eyes slowly opened.

Losweather sat up quietly and gently nudged Leon’s shoulder, “Get up, I’m going to punish you, wake up.”

Leon didn’t respond.

Loseweather would smile, “Very well.”

She looked up at the wall clock, just shy of 2:30 AM.

Tag said that as long as you ask him any question at 2:30 a.m., with Leon asleep, there’s a certain probability that you’ll hear what’s on his mind.

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