How could such a bizarre question come out of her dragon mouth?
Were White Dragons destined to open their mouths and deliver ice-cold zingers?
Cunlü parted her lips slightly, wanting to say something, but as someone who spent years in the company of White Dragons, she could guess who had filled their heads with such strange knowledge.
When it came to verbal sparring with Old School Striking King, she really didn't seem to measure up.
Not because her words were less pleasing than Old School Striking King's... but because, in the world of dragons, even the stronger one's farts smelled sweeter than the weaker one's.
Although Cunlü loved her friends dearly, she occasionally felt this sort of speechless frustration.
"Then will this Young Master stop disgusting you?" the Duchess asked the question she cared about more. "Somehow, I don't think he will."
"At least I can keep him at the stage where he's trying to make me appreciate his charm." Cunlü smiled faintly. "As long as he doesn't feel humiliated or provoked.
"Anyway, his main target is A Deer."
Compared with the White Dragons, the Duchess had a clearer impression of that female priest... by the time the Undead arrived in Toril, A Deer was already hopelessly immersed in her games of romance.
She happened to be absent during the White Dragon quest, having gone to help Black-and-White Road build their underground city.
How to put it... Black-and-White Road had the most men, especially men who enjoyed online romance.
That was thanks to Ink Pen. He enjoyed playing around himself, so naturally, he attracted plenty of men and women who liked playing flirtation games.
When A Deer first tried her hand at it, she naturally didn't dare get involved with men who wanted something serious... that could very easily lead