Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

The two secretly returned the things last night.

So much so that when I found the bottles and jars at the door the next morning, my eyes twitched slightly. What kind of trouble is the Demon Lord doing? He took it away and then returned it. This was the first time I encountered such a thing.

"wearing"

Mo Shanan looked at the fox mask in front of him, stretched out his hand to take it, and asked puzzledly, "Is it for me?"

"Well, just in case, if you lose, you can cover up. If this is not what you want, no one will know that you are the young master of the demon clan."

Looking at faces similar to the two of them, Mo Shanan almost believed him.

"I don't want to wear it, I can afford to lose."

As he spoke, he put it on carelessly, which was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Can you still see my handsome face like this?"

After hearing this, Mo Xiotian felt that it was right to put a mask on him. He adjusted the mask for him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly when someone turned his back.

When Mo Shanan turned around, he was surprised to find that the other person was wearing the same mask as him.

"Why are you wearing it?"

Mo Xiotian curled his lips, "I am,"

Before the other party finished speaking, Mo Shanan interrupted him. Stop talking, he already understood. "Don't worry, I will definitely win. Just wait and celebrate for me."

Surprisingly, men have done this for him, and are even willing to wear such a childish mask with him. My father really loves him the most.

Mo Xiantian looked at the little guy who walked out of the door aggressively. His thin lips hesitated several times before finally turning into a helpless smile.

"Ok?"

Mo Shanan was so excited that he could kill a cow. He just looked back at the man who was still there and quickly urged, "Why don't you leave?"

"Go, go."

What Mo Xiotian actually wanted to say was that from beginning to end, he never thought about letting the cub actually come on stage. He just wanted to let him know that some things are unavoidable and it depends on his choice.

This time I went wearing a mask, but I saw that Mo Shanan liked the excitement, so I covered my face in order not to attract attention.

"You really think about it?"

The desire to fight bursting out of the cub's eyes seemed genuine.

"Of course, even if you ask me to quit now, I won't quit even to death."

In this case, Mo Xiotian made a meaningful arc, then the father can only help him.

When he actually arrived at the scene, he took a look at the surroundings. Everyone was neatly dressed in the uniform costumes of their tribe, and the distinction was very obvious.

There really was no one smaller than him. A man with his bare upper body walked in front of Mo Shanan. His abs and biceps could kill him with one punch, right?

When Mo Yantian saw the cub silently looking down at his belly, he was speechless. He glanced at the man who just passed by, and heard the cub's sigh in his ears.

"Thinking about it, I also took off my clothes to look fat and wore clothes to look slimmer."

"You also have flesh now, but I advise you not to try to take off your clothes."

To prevent the cub from having such thoughts, Mo Xiantian added uneasily, "That would be stupid."

"........."

After hearing this, Mo Shanan pretended that nothing had happened. He raised his head and looked away, and then he found several old men sitting on the high platform.

One of them, he knew, wasn't "Is that the elder of the Dragon Clan?"

Mo Xiotian followed the little guy's gaze, but he didn't expect that the Dragon Clan would also come to this smoky place.

Tenglong also gave Xiang Wuye a face, but what he didn't expect was that Di Yexuan also came.

"Old man, my highness is here to help you suffer here. You can go back to the Dragon Clan."

Di Yexuan went straight to the throne in the middle and sat down without hesitation. It was a pity that the little guy was not here, otherwise I would have brought him to see it.

Tenglong covered his face and told him why Yuehua suddenly pushed it to him yesterday. It turned out that His Highness was coming. In order to save the face of the Dragon Clan, he tried to persuade him.

"Your Highness, why don't you go back."

Di Yexuan turned into a fan and fanned the wind leisurely. "No, your highness wants to see what Xiang Wuye is playing."

Tenglong had no choice but to stand beside him to prevent him from talking nonsense later. As for the fact that Emperor Yexuan sat on the throne, how could he, the dragon clan, be inferior to others.

"Ahhh"

When Mo Shanan saw the man sitting in the middle, he excitedly pulled Mo Xiantian's sleeve and said excitedly.

"I think I can bribe Di Yexuan, maybe he can decide that I win!"

Mo Yantian grabbed Mo Shan'an who was about to run up to the high platform and pulled him back to him, breaking his illusion.

"He is just a spectator. I advise you to give up."

its not right

"Why can he sit on it? Father, aren't you a demon king?"

"I am here mainly to accompany you this time."

"But, didn't I come with you?"

The two of them were holding on to their own opinions, and Mo Shanan suddenly realized something, "Then I don't have to go on stage!"

Mo Xiantian's eyes stayed on him for a moment, then he took out a sign from his waist and handed it to him with numbers written on it.

"I asked you if you had thought about it. Do you remember your answer?"

The little guy felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His whole body turned to stone. He looked up at him stiffly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly disappeared without a trace.

What did he answer then? Even if he is beaten to death, he will still come to power.

Mo Shanan just wanted to go back half an hour ago, beat the self that refused to death, and see what you said!

"Then, then I am now"

Mo Xiantian's jawline tightened slightly, and the laxity in his eyes gradually faded away. He leaned over and took off his mask, gently held the cub's round face, and spoke to him seriously.

"Losing is not terrible. The demon clan does not need a cowardly and incompetent demon master in the future. In addition, showing mercy to the enemy is the biggest taboo."

What he saw in the cub was not the so-called cowardice, but his courage not to kill anyone, including Di Moxiao's ridiculous behavior.

So sometimes if Mo Shan'an didn't encounter a life-threatening situation, he wouldn't intervene, and he wouldn't even mind teaching him how to kill someone.

"The law of existence of our demon clan is that the weak prey on the strong. Either he dies or he dies."

Does it make a difference?

Mo Xiotian brought him here for this purpose, to let him face the demonic nature. Bloodlust is in their blood.

The little guy has always suppressed his desires, and when he gets older he will have difficulty learning to control them.

The man lured him little by little to let go of his uneasiness and fear.

Mo Shanan pursed his lips. He clearly remembered that when facing the Divine Sword Sect disciple who insulted Mo Xiantian, his blood boiled and screamed for him to kill him.

He thought about it, if the black mist hadn't killed him, would he have done it?

"I,"

Mo Xiotian didn't force him, and he would know the answer he wanted later.

"I will give you time to consider whether to play or not."

He raised the corners of his mouth confidently and slowly put on the mask on his hand. The man seemed to already know the result.