The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

If, three years from now, they all return to the tribe heavily pregnant, just thinking about it sends chills down Feliya's spine.

This kind of thing will absolutely not happen.

absolute!

"Master, are you taking this red-scaled dragon girl back to your room to do something?"

Seeing Ron bring Philia back to her room, Fiona spoke with a strange expression:

"Should we prepare some contraceptive measures for you? After all, even dragon girls can get pregnant."

That bastard owner must have been waiting for this for a long time.

"Don't overthink it, I'm just drawing some of her blood."

Ron looked helplessly at his maid;

"Prepare two buckets of water; we'll be taking a bath later."

"I know, you bastard master. You clearly wanted to smoke something else."

After taking a few steps, Fiona turned her head, gave Ron a disdainful look, and then left.

That bastard owner must be thinking about this kind of thing every day....

pat-

The door was closed, cutting off Lucia and O'Ville's view.

"You brought me to the room, what are you going to do with me?"

Fria appeared calm, but her tail stood up slightly, alert to the man's every move.

For some reason, the image of the man rubbing her tail inexplicably flashed through her mind, causing her heart to race...

"I need to draw some of your blood to make a magic potion."

Ron took out a glass container and a thin silver needle.

"Row."

It was just a matter of drawing some blood, and Fria didn't think it was a big deal.

As long as it's not frequently drained, the dragon race's powerful blood-generating ability won't have much of an impact on its body.

"I will do it myself."

As the man approached, Fria took the glassware and silver needles. She didn't want him to get too close, lest something like what happened before happen again.

"Tear off the tail tip."

Ron knew that a lot of true dragon blood was gathered there.

Phylliss was well aware of her own physical condition and spoke in a cold voice;

"Human, are you too greedy?"

She was unaware that she possessed the blood of a true dragon, only knowing that it contained the essence of blood, the most precious blood of a dragon.

Losing a few drops can take one or two months, or even half a year, to make up for.

During this period, symptoms such as qi and blood deficiency, lack of energy, and lethargy may occur, which will greatly weaken combat effectiveness.

She didn't care about ordinary blood, but her essence was too precious to give to this human.

"Without me, it's uncertain whether you and your friends would even be able to reach adulthood."

Ron's expression turned serious;

"I'm just drawing some of your blood."

He knew the value of true dragon blood and how difficult it was to recover from, so he spoke up:

"I promise you, I'll only smoke this once, and I'll grant you one request, which is something I can actually do."

Although Fria was unwilling, she knew that this man would not give up.

She had no choice but to grit her teeth and agree.

"understood."

Phyllis took a deep breath, stretched her tail forward, and inserted the silver needle into its tip.

Its tail is covered with scales that resemble rubies, which a silver needle cannot pierce.

"If you can't do it, I can help you."

Ron knew a way to soften the dragon girl's scales, and he was happy to help.

"No, I can do it myself."

Philia didn't know before, but after what just happened, she understood how to soften her scales.

So she swallowed a mouthful of dragon's saliva, hugged the tail, and gently kneaded it.

This action made her feel ashamed, especially being stared at like that by this man, this human being...

It feels...so strange~

Turn your head away, don't look.

Fria bit her pink lips tightly, frowned, and spoke.

"Row."

Ron did not refuse. He only needed true dragon blood to create the highest quality knight potion.

Gumbling—

Seeing the man turn away, Fria opened her pink lips and let out a long sigh of relief.

Seemingly afraid that the man would turn around, her beautiful eyes remained fixed on his tall back.

The hand kept kneading the tail...

Gradually, hot steam rose from Phyllis's scales, and they became soft.

"Whoo~"

She exhaled a puff of hot mist, biting her pink lips tightly, and slowly inserted the silver needle into the tip of her tail...

Chapter 28: Silver Needles Pierce the Dragon's Tail, and Fria is Starting to Grow Strange! (Please Read On!)

As the silver needles were inserted, Phyllis's delicate body trembled.

疼~

Although it hurt a little, Fria didn't seem to dislike the feeling.

He bit his lower lip and pulled out the silver needle that was stuck in the tip of his tail.

Instantly, crimson dragon blood tinged with pale gold gushed out from the hole pierced by the silver needle, gathered, and dripped down.

The translucent glass vessel gradually filled to the brim.

As the dragon blood drained away, Phyllis's once rosy cheeks turned visibly pale.

Her rosy lips instantly turned bloodless, and her intense emotions vanished in an instant, replaced by weakness, leaving her with no desire to reproduce.

Such is the instinct of living beings, and humans are no exception.

When one is well-fed and clothed, one thinks of lustful desires; when one is weak and listless, the first thing to solve is survival.

"Enough, enough?"

Phyllis's tail, which she had been holding up, was now almost drooping to the ground. Despite her weakness, she still held her head high with pride in front of the man.

Pretend to be very relaxed.

"enough."

The glassware is almost full, it's definitely enough, maybe even a few drops left over.

"You seem to be in a very bad state."

Seeing that Fria's face was pale and her breath was weak, Ron, who had obtained the true dragon blood, was not as happy as he had imagined, for some reason.

"It's just a little blood, no problem at all."

Fria didn't want the man in front of her to see her vulnerable side.

This is Philia, the fiercely independent Red Dragon Queen!

"Okay, I'll have the kitchen prepare something for you later."

The benevolent Lord Ron felt that since he had drawn so much blood from her, he should treat her to a good meal.

"I'm not hungry."

Philia was unwilling to accept the man's kindness, especially when they were alone, she always felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Eat something. If you get hungry and your health deteriorates, I'll be the one who suffers."

Ron smiled, turned and left the room. As he reached the door, he added:

"After all, for the past three years, you have been my weapon."