Chapter 0252-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Roasted eggplant, fried eggplant strips, fried eggplant box.

Side dish with carrot salad.

Generally speaking, the last meal before a prisoner is executed is known as the guillotine meal, and the guillotine meal is often very sumptuous, with chicken, duck, fish and meat in abundance;

But as far as Leon is concerned, this highly targeted dinner is a clever combination of his severed head and the death penalty.

He reached for his knife and fork, not knowing where to start.

After a moment’s deliberation, I thought I’d better have a glass of water first to calm down.

But glancing aside, she realized that Lois Visser had placed a large glass of carrot juice on the table in place of the glass of water.

What a way to block this last attempt to drink water to his heart’s content.

Isn’t it just that I didn’t teach my daughter fire magic, why do I have to be so abusive? Leon thought with a dark poke in his heart.

Click–

The crisp sound of a carrot being bitten off came from the side.

Leon looked around at the sound.

With one hand resting on her cheek and the other holding a carrot, Lossweather’s vermilion lips parted, biting off the pointy part of the carrot before bringing it into her mouth to chew slowly.

When she saw Leon looking at her, Los Visser very graciously handed the carrot in her hand to his mouth, “Want some? Here, eat.”

Leon lowered his eyes to the carrot’s break, which still bore the faintest traces of Lois Visser’s lipstick.

The next moment, the strong smell of carrots drilled into his nostrils.

Oooh, good lord, that felt like pouring twenty pounds of windex directly into Leon’s brain – it was heavenly.

He hurriedly looked away from the table, trying to find what else was on the table that he could eat.

It’s a shame.

And no.

The mother dragon had always done things the wrong way, and would certainly not leave Leon a single way back.

Mu En was over there, eating his mom’s fried eggplant box, which was covered with delicious meat, without squeaking once he ate one.

It seems that the little cottontail is not in the mood to save her old father, and Leon will have to find a way to do it on his own.

The Dragon Slayer’s mind wandered, and he suddenly said, “Oh, I’ll go see how much birthday cake is left from last time, if I don’t eat it, it’ll go bad.”

Leon was just about to get up, but he only heard Lois Visser say, “I gave them all to Anna and the girls this afternoon, so don’t worry, nothing’s broken. Sit down and eat, husband.”

“……”

Leon snapped and sat back down, pursing his lips and pretending to accuse, “How could you share it all? Muon loves that cake, what will Muon eat if you split it all?”

He tries to get some cards back at this dinner through moral suppression.

But Lois Visser seemed to have expected him to say this, and saw her unhurriedly bring out a cake from the side, and rise and place it beside Moune’s plate, and then look at Leon, and say, with a smile, that

“I forgot if you didn’t tell me, I really did leave one for Murn, thanks for the reminder hubby.”

As the saying goes, God closes a