Chapter 0390-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Rubbed the palm of Kou’s hand, then straightened up to look at Leon, “How about this, I told you Kou doesn’t hit me, he hits you exclusively.”

“It can’t be, it must be a coincidence.”

Still not convinced, Leon came up to Kouki once more.

The result is, naturally–

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“Why!!!” For the first time, Master Rai felt that bringing up his daughter was a brain burner.

Losweather patted Leon on the shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay, it’ll be fine later.”

“You mean Kou won’t be able to use an uppercut on me from now on?”

“No, I mean, you’ll get used to it later.”

“…… Eat your roast, lazy ass.”

Loseweather narrowed her eyes and smiled, and was about to turn away, but then asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I just ate a little, I’m not too hungry yet.”

“Oh, okay.”

Without asking any more questions, Losweather went to the grill and accompanied her two daughters to the grill.

On Leon’s side, he gently placed Kouki on a beach chair, and squatted beside the chair himself, looking at Kouki with a serious face, and

“Good girl, let’s try again, this time you mustn’t hit daddy oh, you have to stick with daddy, got it?”

When a daughter slave is stubborn, eight dragons can’t pull her back.

Leon said, slowly coming up to Kouki.

Little Light cocked his head, watched his old father come closer bit by bit, wooed, and slowly stretched out his little hand.

Leon saw this and was pleased.

This time I can finally post it to Daughter Power~~

Pia!

Uppercut!

“Woah woah~” Kouki clapped his hands in great excitement.

After eating his fourth punch of the day, Leon gave up.

He lay on the beach, lifeless.

Noa, who heard the commotion, looked toward him, blinked, and asked, “Why is Daddy lying down?”

Taking small bites of the delicious roasted meat, Losvesser looked at General Ley, who was in tears, and grunted and laughed.

“Tired, most likely, later, let’s get back to the barbecue.”

8. No children allowed.

The evening wind pulled up the beauty’s long hair, swaying wildly in the night and firelight, like the Milky Way in the sky flowing down to earth.

She was barefoot, walking arm-in-arm with the man she called her ‘husband’ on the damp sand.

The sand underfoot was soft and cold when you stepped on it, and some seawater occasionally seeped into the shallow craters of your footprints.

The sound of the waves came from the other side, with a euphonious, continuous song in it.