744: Peaceful Morning_3 744: Peaceful Morning_3 She said grumpily.
Even if you’re poor, you still shouldn’t skimp on your children’s needs, and you should always ensure they are well-fed.
However, Emora, being a Great Dragon, with her size and Magic Power, really doesn’t need to eat.
She can live off consuming Magic Power, so the issue of being hungry or full doesn’t exist for her.
She doesn’t get hungry if she doesn’t eat, nor does she get full no matter how much she eats; it totally depends on her mood.
“Well, if there’s none, there’s none.
I can just ask again later.
I don’t need to eat dirt anymore; it doesn’t taste good and it’s just to stave off hunger.”
Having her request for more food denied, Little Fatty Dragon felt a bit aggrieved, but the naturally timid creature didn’t say much, simply looking on longingly as others ate, especially the Evil Breed Little Loli sitting opposite her.
“Fatty, what are you staring at?”
Artie, who was battling with her delicious food, felt sowhat uncomfortable under the “hungry dragon’s gaze” and quickly shielded her plate with one hand while warily watching the monster girl across from her.
Emora’s tail stopped abruptly at the pretty little girl’s address, and she opened her eyes wide with surprise.
Little Fatty Dragon couldn’t stand such comnts.
After all, she is a young female dragon.
While timid and easily frightened, being directly called a fatty was sothing she just couldn’t tolerate.
The little rascal opposite her was too an, deserving nothing less than a glare.
All right, being Emora, she didn’t have the guts to argue with anyone.
This “angry stare” was already the limit for her.
However, such a “Great Dragon’s stare” was not sothing just anyone could handle, especially considering Little Fatty Dragon’s size, her Magic Power, and almost pure Dragon Blood and Dragon’s Might—all authentic.
In any case, in that instant, Artie nearly had a heart attack, for she suddenly imagined the plump creature opposite her swelling up into a Great Dragon as large as a mountain.
With a size taller than any mountain Artie had ever seen, with each tooth as big as the high-rise buildings in the city, and those eyes that seed as grand as the sun and moon, such a colossal being was now staring angrily at you—how could you not be afraid?
Anyway, Artie imdiately caved in, her eyes brimming with tears as she reluctantly pushed her plate toward the other side.
Yes, it was an offering to the angry Great Dragon.
Sure enough, this tactic was extrely effective.
As soon as Artie took action, the terrifying image of the Great Dragon’s stare vanished instantly.
“Mmm, I misunderstood you; turns out you’re a good person, little jerky.”
Emora happily accepted Artie’s plate and said sincerely.
Yes, it was her small retaliation for being called a fatty earlier, but she wasn’t quite sure how to co up with an unpleasant nickna for soone.
Seeing that the other girl was skinny as a rail, almost like dried jerky, that’s what she would call her—Little Jerky.
Artie: “….”
Little Jerky?
Is that supposed to be ?
Hiss…
Do you really want to eat ?
The Evil Breed Little Loli shivered in fear.
Watching the interaction between the two, both Dorothy and Denisha had smiles on their faces.
Especially the Hobody Witch, she was very amused.
What the heck, is this what they call the Devil King’s juvenile form?
So la.
It can’t even beat my house’s guard dragon, is this all you’ve got?
She truly hadn’t expected such a “Paper Dragon” to be capable of bullying anyone.
In any case, Adam’s small chapel remained peaceful this morning.
…During the witches’ breakfast…
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