Chapter 0301-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Ouch, Leon sighed inwardly.

But when you do the math, “listening to stories” is nothing compared to the strange requests mentioned above.

“What story would you like to hear?” Leon asked.

“Whatever, I’ll listen to whatever you tell me.”

Ewwwww, that’s a sweet little mouth.

Leon was sweetened and happy, and the resentment in his heart subsided considerably.

He percolated and quickly thought of a story to tell.

The commission said that he had a lot of stock in his stomach, after all, being able to tell a story was an essential skill for a father with a baby.

“Then I’ll tell you a story about The Little Dragon Crossing the River.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Say, once upon a time there was a little young dragon who was planning to cross a small river, but it was so fast that she was afraid she would be swept away. So she asked a big dragon who was passing by, and the big dragon said that the river was so shallow that she could easily cross it.”

“Then the little young dragon asked the squirrel next to her, but the squirrel said the river was deep and too dangerous. The little young dragon hesitated, and she-“

Losweather suddenly spoke up, “Wait, I have a question.”

“What?”

“Why do squirrels talk?”

“……”

“And why doesn’t this little hatchling take the bridge?”

“This ……”

“Why didn’t the passing Grand Dragon just take her there by the way? This story is so chilling, change it.”

It’s true, adults can’t understand the romance of children.

Leon thought about it for a moment, then changed the story and

“Then the next story is called ‘The Raven Drinks’.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Say, there was a crow who was thirsty and happened to see a bottle with water in it. But the mouth of the bottle was too small, and the water was too little for it to reach with its beak. Thinking about it, the crow had an idea, flew to the river, brought over a lot of stones and threw them into the bottle, so that the water in the bottle rose up, and the crow drank the water without any problem. This story tells us–“

“Wait, I have more questions.”

“…… what?”

Lossweather asked with a sideways glance, staring into her pretty silver eyes with a serious look on her face.

“This crow has been able to fly to the river, so why doesn’t he just drink at the river and go back with a rock in his mouth to fill his bottle?”

“Uh…it might …… have a cleanliness fetish?” Leon’s explanation paled slightly.

“Why? Is the river dirty? Is it because it got dirty when Xiao Long crossed the river just now?”

What a fantasy linkage, a completely unimagined path.

Leon (name)