Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

Ming Qing, who was hiding in the tree, was at the scene from beginning to end. Unexpectedly, the little guy was not afraid and would defend Mo Xiotian on the spot.

"leave me alone"

He looked at the black mist in the sky surrounding him, and waved his hand impatiently to drive it away.

The black mist seemed a little afraid of him, so it drifted away in despair.

Ming Qing saw the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect behind him staring fiercely at the little guy, preparing for a sneak attack. He raised his eyebrows and used his spiritual power to bind back the black mist that had drifted away.

"Did you see the two people behind you? They have bullied you, the young master of the Demon Clan. You actually still have time to fool around, and you don't try your best at all."

The black mist almost dissipated after what he said. If it could talk, it would definitely want to complain about how talkative this cub is, and how cruel it is to tie it up!

"Okay, if you understand what I'm saying, go quickly."

Ming Qing withdrew his spiritual power, and Hei Wu obeyed his words obediently. The man fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

"this,"

Jian Xiaoling just watched as two more senior brothers died in front of him, quietly and no one noticed the black mist coming towards them.

"Get out of here first"

Mo Junlin saw more and more black mist, but except for the disciple who just tried to attack the little guy, nothing happened to anyone else.

Therefore, the group of black mist did not dare to get too close here because of the people in front of them.

"The leader is back"

Mo Junlin saw that it was indeed the master, but he was holding a black bottle in a strange way and muttering some strange spells.

In an instant, all the black mist poured into the bottle. Mo Shanan stared at the old man in the distance and took a few steps back. He could actually see the black air on his hair and the smell of rot.

"Master, you are finally back, me,"

"what"

The disciple who came forward was choked by him and died.

Mo Junlin and others looked at the leader in front of them, not daring to take another step forward. They saw that he had absorbed the cultivation of the dead disciple.

"Eldest brother, is the leader possibly bewitched by the demons?"

Jian Xiaoling swallowed, how could the leader kill them!

Mo Shanan stared at him speechlessly. Compared to this, I think your leader is more like an evil spirit.

"Hahaha, does Wan Jiansheng think that by trapping me in the Forbidden Pavilion, I can be safe? It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as those of humans."

Ming Qing didn't expect that the Divine Sword Sect actually had an evil spirit. According to what he said before, it might be easy to deal with him, but now it's still a bit difficult, not to mention there is a little guy here.

"Ok?"

Mo Shanan's body couldn't help but fly upwards. It wasn't until he saw the person hiding in the tree that he remembered, oh! It turns out he has a younger brother.

"Why are you here!" Shouldn't he be sleeping in the house?

"shush"

Ming Qing drew everyone's attention to the evil spirit and then secretly brought the little guy up.

The two of them looked at each other and started to feel a little guilty.

As the eldest, Mo Shanan never thought of having a younger brother from beginning to end, so he felt guilty and did not dare to look directly at the other person, so he quietly woke himself up.

And the latter is similar. If you let the little guy know that he is here from beginning to end, will he be anxious?

"Ahem, is he possessed by something?"

Mo Shanan felt that this little brother had a perverted father, and there were a group of zombies passing by the house every day, so he should know more about it.

"Being taken away from me is considered karma."

This kind of evil spirit that has been around for thousands of years cannot survive for so long without someone to support it. It seems that even the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect below don't know it.

"do not move"

Forehead?

Mo Shanan was suddenly called to a halt. All he saw was that the other party touched his eyebrow with his index finger, but he couldn't feel anything through the mask.

But he didn't know that the color of his eyes slowly faded, and it wasn't until they returned to light golden pupils that Ming Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a strong demonic energy, if the evil spirit knew about it, wouldn't it be just a tonic?

"never mind"

"boom"

Mo Shan'an saw that a fight had begun over there, and saw Jian Xiaoling being knocked down on the tree with a palm.

The three of them looked at each other in confusion. When Jian Xiaoling saw the two little people hiding among the branches of the tree, he immediately forgot about the injury.

"Why are you here too?"

The man looked at the other little guy wearing a mask. Did the two brothers think they were visiting the market?

"Do you want to wipe the blood? Your nose is bleeding."

Mo Shanan saw the man's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. This palm hit him right in the face. It was so tragic.

"Get away from me quickly"

Nosebleeds dripped down, and the other person happened to be above them, so Ming Qing moved his position in disgust.

"My king?"

Jian Xiaoling was almost confused by the two brothers. He wiped the tip of his nose casually and looked at his senior brother worriedly.

"If this continues, senior brother will definitely not be able to hold on any longer."

The leader didn't recognize them at all, as if they were a different person.

"puff"

The sword in Mo Junlin's hand fell to the ground, and he was knocked out three meters away. He stared coldly at the evil spirit possessing his master in front of him.

"Who are you? Where did you take the leader?"

It's impossible for Master to be possessed by this evil spirit so easily. There must be something hidden.

"Head? I will be the head. I established this Divine Sword Sect with my own hands. If Wan Jiansheng hadn't wanted to go to the Demon Clan to find Mo Shitian, I might have let him go."

Jian Xiaoling heard the old man's words from the tree and couldn't help but widen his eyes. The first head of the Divine Sword Sect?

"Master Wan?"

What? Mo Shanan frowned and listened to the conversation between the two. What he was worried about was not who the weird old man in front of him was, but the black bottle in his hand.

"Isn't Master Wan dead long ago?"

It has been thousands of years, how can the mortal body still exist?

"He is dead. No, he took your master's body and came back to life."

"What should we do now?"

Jian Xiaoling also felt that he was crazy for asking two three-year-old children this question.

"What does it have to do with me? This is your Divine Sword Sect's business."

Ming Qing only needs to take good care of the cub next to him, and other matters have nothing to do with him. As for the grudges between humans and demons, I believe Mo Xiotian will not let him interfere.

But he ignored the cub beside him, feeling resentful and dissatisfied in his heart.

Mo Shan'an could clearly feel the struggle of the black mist in the bottle, which was fearful and afraid of the people in front of him.

He knew that the man in front of him was the man who made the demons unable to reincarnate even after death, and who was cruelly thrown into the tower and sealed for thousands of years. The vague man who appeared in his mind was actually him.

The corpses of the cubs in the blood pool suddenly came into view, and their eyes were reddish.

"You bastard, if I don't kill him, I won't be worthy of being the young master of the demon clan."