Chapter 0337-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

The youngest daughter is still young enough to be left alone.

Noah and Moon are the ones who have been basking in Leon’s deep love.

Loseweather could also clearly sense the difference between the sisters’ two other young dragons.

They enjoy and love life more, and have a much stronger concept of “family” than other young dragons.

It was an emotion that the vast majority of dragons could not have.

Loseweather knew that it was all Leon’s doing.

If it were up to her, her daughters would still be calling her “Mother Superior”.

He had long since gone from being a captive to being part of the “family”.

And after the battle of Constantine, too many mysteries ensue and everything coincides so well with Master Leon’s pact.

She had a vague feeling that there must also be an unsmoked war waiting for Leon in the distant human empire.

In reason, he had to go back there to solve these mysteries that had surfaced;

In sentiment, Tag’s actions may also require Leon’s cooperation and support.

Now, a year had come and gone since she and Tag had agreed.

That was the reason she had been so depressed for so many days.

It’s clear that the decision has been made in his mind, but he’s still here in a pointless self-inflicted battle.

What’s the point of keeping your mouth shut?

How long can you hide a willful evasion?

Sooner or later Leon was going to find out, and sooner or later he was going to get out of here.

“Hey…”

I don’t know how many times I’ve sighed today, one heavier than the other.

‘Squeak – squeak -‘

The back was suddenly pushed gently and the swing swayed.

Wide, slightly cool palms, and without turning around she knew it was Leon.

She had just been so focused on her memories that she had completely missed when Leon had come up behind her.

“Was it fun, sire?” Leon asked as he continued to push the swing.

Loseweather clutched the chains on either side of the swing, her silver hair flying back and forth in the air, her eyes drooping as she felt the rhythmic movement of her body going up and down, her voice low, “What brings you here.”

“I see you’ve been in a bad mood lately, did something happen?”

“No.”

The answer was slightly more indifferent.

As we all know, just because a girl says she’s “not mad” doesn’t mean she’s not really mad.

Before they yell at you to air their grievances, the “gas” is the cat in the box.