Chapter 0401-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

I’m no better than that.”

The two mouths may look outwardly as if the sky was not made, the earth was not made, and there was no semblance of resemblance in their bodies, but the only thing that was as true as this trait of a big long wave in a downwind game.

Admittedly, it was because of this undercover agent that caused Constantine to specifically pick the time when Loseweather was at her weakest to attack.

The success rate of doing so was high, and if she messed up, it wouldn’t be Constantine who fell that day, but her Silver Dragon Queen.

But now that it was over, Constantine’s head had been cut off by Leon and hung on the border of Silver Dragon territory.

Since only the isolated undercover agent was left in the clan, what did the couple have to fear?

It’s just a matter of putting some more thought into the classic scene of catching a fish in a jar.

When it comes to catching fish in a jar, the two are quite good at it.

After all, it’s usually either the husband catching the wife or the wife catching the husband, so we’re very familiar with each other.

After a little flirting, Loseweather asked.

“And is there any way you can out this undercover agent?”

Leon’s eyes twitched slightly as he thought about it, and instead of answering Losweather directly, he asked rhetorically with a confident smile on his face, “Would you believe me if I said that I already knew who the undercover agent was, and was close to getting her to obediently admit her undercover identity?”

The Queen frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, “Really?”

“Really, when have I ever lied to you?”

“Ha, do you lie to me less often?”

“Mother Dragon, you have to distinguish between a good lie and–“

Losweather waved her hand, not bothering to listen to his sophistry, “Fine, fine, I’ll live with your well-intentioned lies, okay. Come on, come on, who do you think the undercover agent is?”

16, that’s the same fishing expedition.

Late at night, Silver Dragon Sanctuary, Maid’s Rest Area.

Shirley tumbled in through the window, moving well and landing soundlessly.

Upon entering the hallway, Shirley bent over and peered warily down both sides of the corridor.

After making sure to avoid the guards’ patrol time, she gingerly made her way deeper into the maid’s rest area.

She was wearing a tight nightgown tonight, her shapely figure curvy, a long brown ponytail swaying back and forth in the moonlight.

Shirley was the best forward scout of the Silver Dragons trained by the Queen, so infiltrating like this was a breeze for her.

By the pale moonlight from the window, Shirley looked from room to room in the maids’ lounge area at the names on the doors.

Finally, in the doorway of one of the rooms, Shirley found the name she was looking for:

Maureen.

A small, nameless maid in the maid’s corps.