Gu Yue hugged the apple tight, her little eyes vacant: this silly dragon still wanted more

Last time, her wife had clearly promised it was for her, yet Na'er, that little scheming minx, had somehow gotten one too. She had cried so miserably back then, and she still hadn't settled that score with her.

Gu Yue immediately put on a stern little face again and hugged the big apple tightly to her chest, her eyes vacant and her face expressionless, as though nothing had happened.

Lin An: "..."

Seriously? This silly dragon still wanted more.

Leng Yaozhu finally couldn't stand watching anymore.

"You're going too far! An'an, just leave her alone! You've spoiled this child rotten. A couple more beatings will straighten her out!"

The more she spoke, the more jealous she became.

Especially after seeing that apple containing the Dragon God Bloodline-with her discerning eye, she had naturally recognized at a glance how extraordinary it was.

And Gu Yue actually had the nerve to complain.

Her attempt to teach this silly dragon a lesson had instead landed her a treat. It infuriated her.

"Don't treat her like a child. She might be older than your ancestors!"

Gu Yue's little face flushed red with anger.

"You're the old one! Your whole family's old!"

Leng Yaozhu gave a cold smile.

"Oh?"

Gu Yue instantly shut her mouth, then hugged the apple even tighter.

Tang Wuling, beside them, had completely lost her composure.

She looked at the apple, then at Lin An, and a film of tears gradually rose in her already aggrieved eyes.

She still remembered how Lin An had clearly promised to prepare some dragon spirit fruit for her once he found any that suited her.

Yet now, Gu Yue was holding one in her arms, and judging by how casually Lin An had produced it, he clearly had more in stock.

Tang Wuling's heart shattered.