Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"Hahahaha, don't worry, the little monster will definitely satisfy you, young master."

Mo Shanan still felt that the other party did not understand what he meant. Before he could speak, the stage suddenly shook.

He was dumbfounded. He looked like a "little monster" as strong as the Bull Demon King. This must be the "Monster King", right?

Mo Shanan's golden eyes looking for help were staring straight at his father. Should he come out and tell him that it was a lie?

"Roar"

He didn't have time to sigh, as the "little monster" was rushing towards him.

After Mo Shanan had the experience of poisonous scorpions, he had some experience in dealing with this relatively large monster.

He was small, and he could use his body's flexibility to avoid the monster's attacks. Mo Shanan dodged while looking for its flaws.

Mo Xiotian went from smiling at the corner of his mouth to expressionless now. He must learn to grow up in the demon clan.

In the battle between one big and one small, in the eyes of the demons, the one they care about the most is the little cub, and they are confused about whether to beg for mercy from the demon lord.

They had experienced this kind of experience before. Almost every member of the demon clan had to hunt monsters when they were young, but when it fell on Mo Shanan, they felt a little soft-hearted.

"You think the young master is still so young, would the devil be too harsh?"

"Yes, after all, this is the Demon Lord's only child."

The people in the audience were discussing in low voices, but their eyes were still fixed on the cub on the stage. If there was any problem, they could take action in time.

After dodging several times, the monster became even more aggressive, and Mo Shanan was also sweating. He knew that this was not going to work, and that he would not be able to keep up with his physical strength.

His eyes slowly turned from gold to red, and everyone present was shocked by the sudden surge of spiritual pressure, and turned from worry to seriousness.

Mo Yantian narrowed his eyes to pay attention to the changes in the little guy on the stage, and he could clearly feel the cub's breath spreading its teeth and claws all over the area, clamoring for demonstration.

Just when Mo Shan'an completely transformed into red, Mo Xiotian silently suppressed the demonstrative spiritual pressure, and Long Mingjian also arrived at this moment.

"buzz"

He suddenly woke up. He seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment just now, and his whole emotion was just tearing it apart.

After being distracted for a moment, he looked at the sword in front of him and complained, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Long Mingjian shook the sword in grievance and said "buzz"

Mo Shanan suddenly got goosebumps when he thought of the snake.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you"

The conversation between Yi Jian and Yi ignored the monster on the stage, and the other party angrily raised his hand and smashed at them.

"I go"

Mo Shanan avoided it with quick eyes and hands, and patted his chest, "I was scared to death. I was almost crushed into a biscuit."

Long Mingjian was so frightened that he hid behind the little cub, seeming to be lamenting why there were so many vicious things here.

"Ah, how can you hide behind me?"

Mo Shanan was speechless. Aren't you a dragon treasure? Is this what they worship?

"buzz"

"You are still reasonable. You are simply too embarrassed. No, you are too embarrassed."

"buzz"

Mo Shan'an didn't want to discuss this issue with it anymore, so he turned around, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, stared at the monster in front of him with sharp eyes, and uttered a few words coldly.

"I'm not someone to be trifled with either."

The demons present silently sighed that it was so fragrant. They looked at the man in red on the main seat and then at the young master on the stage. They were exactly the same.

The monster was also frightened by the burst of spiritual pressure from the opponent just now, and was still a little afraid of that power.

When Mo Shanan saw this, he first threatened the Dragon Sword in his hand, "If you dare to coerce, I will have you thrown to yesterday's flower snake."

"buzz"

When Long Mingjian heard this, he immediately dodged his sword and responded to him.

"very good"

Mo Shanan held the sword with firm eyes, tightened his hands, and seized the opportunity to stab the monster's leg from the side before it attacked.

The demonic beast felt pain and directly raised his hand and waved it over. With quick eyesight and quick hands, Mo Shanan touched it with his sword, and the Dragon Sword pierced its front palm.

But the next second, Mo Shanan was hit by it, and felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He lay on the ground, his face wrinkled up.

Mo Xiantian stood up slowly with a gloomy face, holding the fan tightly with his white fingers, revealing his uneasy heart. Looking at the monster was like looking at a corpse.

Mo Shanan, who was on the stage, held the Long Ming Sword and stood up. His golden pupils had turned red, and he looked fiercely at the howling monster in front of him.

"go to hell"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a demonic blade slicing across the sword he was swinging. The monster was calmed down smoothly, and then its body was torn in half by the blade.

Even the ground on the stage has traces of the sword blade, so you can imagine the power just now.

Mo Xiotian curled his lips, jumped up to Mo Shan'an, slowly squatted down towards the still red little one, and touched her cheek soothingly.

"well done"

Mo Shan'an felt a familiar aura, and the redness in his pupils disappeared. He blinked, and after seeing the man in front of him clearly, he put his little hands around Mo Xiantian's neck and complained aggrievedly.

"That person lied to me. It's not a little monster at all."

The cub went to his father to complain about the old man in black robe. How could he deceive the cub?

"Well, will I punish him later?"

Mo Shanan rubbed the man's neck, lay on his shoulder and just shook his head without saying a word.

Mo Xiantian raised the corner of his mouth slightly because of his dependence on the cub. He held him with one hand and let him lie on his body. He said softly, "Take some sleep first."

Mo Shanan also felt tired and fell asleep on his shoulders.

After the people in the audience saw their demon lord and the young master leaving, they all felt sour in their hearts. The soft and squishy appearance of the young master just now made them all want to pinch those fleshy cheeks.

Cubs, they don’t envy the Demon Lord at all, not at all.

Mo Luo felt everyone's blazing eyes turning to him. He touched his nose, proudly went up to the stage to pick up the young master's sword, and then left under jealous eyes.

He is the person who has hugged the young master. No matter how envious you are, you will never be able to hug him.

Mo Xiotian carried Mo Shanan back to the house and put him on the bed. He then checked the spiritual power in his body and took back his hand after finding that there was no major problem.

After giving some demonic energy to the other party, he felt relieved. At first, when he didn't know the other party's identity, Mo Xiotian did think about letting him cultivate both demon spirits.

However, he can't take such a big risk now. He is still young and cannot bear the two forces that are mutually reinforcing and incompatible, so he can only temporarily suppress the spiritual power.

Feather beads from the Feather Clan are the best choice. They can suppress the spiritual power in the little guy's body without causing any harm to his body.

"Magic"

After Mo Xiotian walked out of the house, the latter appeared out of thin air.

"Demon Lord"

"Go to Dragon God Mountain and tell Di Moxiao that I will attack the Yu Clan in three days and tell him not to meddle in his own business, otherwise I won't mind using dragon blood pressure to control spiritual power."

When Mo Shitian finished saying this, he always had a light smile on his face, but there was a bloodthirsty cold light in his narrow eyes.