The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"No one's can be mine, and nobody's can be mine either!"

Fria was almost laughing in anger. She thought this human was shameless for always saying such things.

It hardened, its fists and scales hardened, and it couldn't help but want to beat the other party up.

But since he was currently barely clothed, he feared he would suffer if he went forward, so he had to abandon the idea.

When O'Ville heard the man beside her say that he had designs on her, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her tail swayed gently.

It seems I'm thinking of something strange...

Tread-tap-

Footsteps approached from outside the door.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Fiona walked in carrying two sets of clothes.

"Master, the clothes are ready."

Knowing that Ron and the dragon girl were very dirty, they only prepared two sets of light underwear.

As she handed him the clothes, Fiona's gaze swept over the man's upper body, and she was surprised to find that Ron's physique was much better than before.

I didn't have much muscle before, and I was quite thin.

Now his arm muscles are bulging, his chest is firm and reliable, and he has eight-pack abs.

He looked very fit and muscular, and his every move exuded sexual tension.

"Ah."

Ron nodded, took a set of black undershirts, and put them on.

"The other set is for that little red dragon."

"it is good."

As Fiona turned around, she swallowed almost imperceptibly.

When did my owner get such a great figure?

Has he been secretly cultivating lately?

"this is yours."

When she reached Fria, Fiona handed her the clothes without any expression.

"Ah."

Fria didn't show any expression on her face, and she took the clothes and put them on.

Despite not speaking the same language, the two women were able to communicate without any problems.

Although neither of them understood what the other meant.

To Fria, the human was babbling incoherently, and she couldn't understand what he was saying, but by handing over the clothes, she could roughly guess what he meant.

So I hummed in agreement.

To Fiona, the red-scaled dragon girl let out a low growl, presumably expressing her gratitude.

Tsk~

The guy who stole his master.

"Master, what was that dragon girl saying just now?"

Fiona was still very curious about what the other person's answer had been.

She said, "Thank you for your generosity in sharing your clothes. Your eyes are as bright as stars. You are the most beautiful human girl I have ever seen."

After getting dressed, Ron stretched and started making up a bunch of random things.

"You bastard master, please don't treat the maid like an idiot."

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man, annoyed.

"She just yelled once, how could she say such a long thing? Even a fool would know that's wrong."

"Yeah, even a fool knows it's wrong."

Ron grinned triumphantly.

"You bastard master, I'm not stupid."

Fiona was confused by herself.

"Haha."

Ron laughed heartily, then walked up to Fria.

"Now that you're an adult, come to my room."

Chapter 27 Phyllis's Blood Extraction Direction! The tail softened on its own.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat strange.

Upon hearing Ron's words, Fria glared angrily and questioned him through gritted teeth;

"I told you, these past three years I've been helping you with things, but that doesn't include those things, right?"

She took long strides forward, her thick tail held high.

"Shameless human, are you sure you can withstand my wrath?"

This human should be burned at the stake!

"Look, you're in a hurry."

Ron shrugged nonchalantly;

"I only asked you to come to my room, and you started to get angry before I even told you what to do. Of course, I understand. Dragons are like that. They are arrogant, violent, and short-tempered. They get angry at the slightest thing."

At this point, he gave a cold laugh;

"As a sub-dragon, you have perfectly inherited the flaws of dragons."

"Even the most wretched dragons are still better than humans. You are greedy, shameless, and evil; you only ever dare to do treacherous things behind people's backs!"

The scales on Phyllis's body stood up one by one, and as she spoke, hot mist kept spewing from her mouth. Her crimson vertical pupils narrowed, as if she might kill the man in front of her at any moment.

"Right now, all you can do is rage helplessly. You won't be able to bring your friends home like this."

Faced with the ferocious red dragon, Ron did not retreat, but instead took two steps forward and looked directly into Phyllis's eyes;

"If you kill me now, do you think you can escape? Do you know the location of this city, or how many human soldiers are inside?"

He began to ask and answer his own questions;

"You don't know, what can you do besides barking like a stray dog ​​and running around like a headless fly?"

Upon hearing this, Fria was stunned. After the slave traders captured them, they had been in a completely enclosed carriage for half a month and had no idea where they were being transported.

However, she gritted her teeth and refused to admit defeat.

"No matter where this is, I will bring my companions home, and I will slaughter all of you human soldiers, no matter how many there are."

Although she said the same thing, her tone wasn't as confident as before, and even she seemed a little guilty.

"Your arrogance will kill them."

Ron couldn't help but smile dismissively;

"You might be able to escape this city, but can Lucia, who is not yet an adult, and Oville, who has just come of age, escape from this city?"

These words deeply stung Feliya; she truly wasn't confident she could lead everyone to escape.

This was something she had been worrying about all along; otherwise, she would have already led Lucia and O'Ville out to fight her way out.

Philia stood there, staring at the man in front of her, without saying a word.

“Fria is doing fine now. At worst, we can work for this human for three years.”

O'Ville knew she had to say something at this point; she couldn't let the atmosphere linger.

"Yes, this human promised to have delicious roasted meat to eat every day."

As a staunch advocate of surrender, Lucia no longer had much desire to go home, because she never had so much roasted meat to eat every day back in the tribe.

Furthermore, Lucia thought that the roasted meat made by humans tasted better than the meat her mother made...

"Come to my room with me. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to sleep with me. I have no interest in Yalongniang."

When Ron uttered his last words, even he himself could hardly believe it.

Of course, we can't blame him entirely. Yalong's wife is beautiful, has a great figure and a nice butt. Doesn't she have any faults at all?

"I'm not interested, I won't always say that, and I won't always stare at our bodies."

Phyllis said in an unhappy tone;

"I can't control your lewd thoughts, but if you act on them, you'd better consider the consequences of a lose-lose situation."

This is her bottom line: for three years, she will only do things for the other party.

That kind of thing absolutely must not happen.