Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

Mo Shanan clasped his little hands anxiously, waiting to see if he would go up or not. Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

"Why is it here!"

"what?"

Mo Xiotian looked down at the cub talking to himself. Could it be that what he just said was too serious?

"Nothing, nothing."

He said it was nothing, but his eyes were still looking over there. He looked up and saw the man looking straight ahead, and secretly moved a few times while he wasn't paying attention.

Seeing that Mo Xiotian still didn't respond, he quietly left the place, hehe, I caught you!

After he left, the man turned around and looked in the direction he left.

Mo Xiotian narrowed his eyes slightly, but his frown revealed a conniving look. When he turned around again, he met the astonished eyes of someone on the high platform.

He glanced up coldly and disappeared under the other person's gaze.

"Pfft, cough cough cough"

I almost choked on my wine.

Di Yexuan thought it was an illusion. How could he see that person in the audience? He should be in the demon clan.

"Your Highness, you"

Tenglong wanted to leave very much, and Di Yexuan was unreliable. This was a fact acknowledged by the entire dragon clan.

"It's okay. His Highness just saw a familiar person. Hahaha, he must have seen it wrong. How could he come to this place."

Mo Shan'an wanted to make a quick decision to avoid rushing back before Mo Xiotian found out, but after all, he still thought too well.

His height squeezed him into the crowd, and all the tall people ignored him. No one noticed that there was such a small child.

"Got you"

Mo Shanan stared straight at Long Mengjian, who was as leisurely as walking in the market, gritted his teeth and walked over, bumping into the person in front of him without even seeing him clearly.

"Well, little monk's legs!"

"buzz"

Mo Shanan thought it saw him coming to him, but he didn't expect Long Mingjian to fly around him and fly behind him.

"buzz"

"The little monk is fine. He just got hit by something. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

Mo Shan'an turned around and crossed his arms and looked at the person in front of him with a sword. There really was a "destiny". Could this be the friend he made on the way to find me?

"come over!"

"Buzz!"

"Is this the reason why you refused to go out with me today?"

But Long Mingjian didn't care about the monk crying out in pain, and flew to the cub's side with a guilty conscience and explained, "Buzz."

"Shut up, it's so noisy"

The sound of sword clanging became louder and louder. The appearance of Long Meng Sword originally attracted the attention of all races. There were many good swords, but not many swords that opened up spiritual intelligence.

They all looked at the little guy in front of them with eager eyes. They didn't expect that it was a waste of a spiritual sword. Its owner turned out to be a cub who was not yet under age.

Some demons simply looked away and grabbed the sword of an underage cub, which would not sound good if they said it.

"This little benefactor looks familiar. The monk seems to have seen you somewhere."

"I made an appointment with the young monk about this spiritual sword. Unexpectedly, the young benefactor misunderstood it. It's really a sin. It's all the young monk's fault."

The more Mo Shanan listened, the more strange he felt? Is this the green tea flavor that the girls in the class used to call?

"Well, it's all your fault. Why did you try to steal my sword?"

The smile at the corner of Qinglian's mouth froze. This voice and height were really fate. But she didn't expect that this spiritual sword also belonged to him.

"buzz"

Long Mingjian interrupted the cub from time to time, which made Mo Shanan very angry. He turned his elbows outward.

"Ha, if you like him so much, then you can just follow him. It really makes me feel chilled. I thought I was trying to save you..."

"buzz"

Long Mingjian lowered his head as he listened. Suddenly, the sword trembled, feeling the murderous intent of someone around him.

She excitedly circled around the confused Qinglian, then returned to Mo Shanan and pointed the hilt of her sword at him.

"buzz"

Yes, he was the one who abducted me.

Sorry, my friend, although the cub is not a thigh, his father is.

"Yes, if you know your mistakes and can correct them, you will be a good sword."

Mo Shan'an didn't know why Long Mingjian changed his face so quickly. Ah, maybe his aura was too strong and frightened it.

The slightly innocent man opposite looked at Xiao Yijian ostracizing him and tried to defend him aggrievedly.

"After all, the young monk has had a three-way relationship with the little benefactor. Does the young monk look like the kind of abductor you mentioned?"

"Huh? You recognized me!"

Mo Shanan touched the mask on his face, thinking that the other party couldn't recognize him.

"If the little monk can't recognize the little benefactor anymore, wouldn't it be a joke?"

When he said this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't hurt the other party for the third time, otherwise he would really have no shame in going back to face his master.

"Well, I thought I could hear the third time asking me to be a monk."

Mainly because he likes to hear others praise his talents, Mo Shanan shook his head regretfully.

Little donor, please don’t look at this poor monk with that pity look in your eyes! Even if you kill a poor monk, he won't persuade you to become a monk.

"The poor monk thinks that it is better for the young benefactor to be the most beautiful man in the world. This poor cultivation path is still not suitable for the young benefactor."

"So, the little donor came here to accompany the previous male donor?"

Qinglian clasped her hands together and prayed silently in her heart that she would not be the living King of Hell that day.

The young monk has worked hard and endured the master's lectures, and has built a house, so don't torment the poor monk.

"Ah, no"

"Ahem, that's really" great

Mo Shan'an glanced at the small tag on his waist, which looked familiar, and then took out the one Mo Xiantian gave him. Why were the two identical!

When Qinglian saw the sign in his hand, she froze. She pointed at the sign in his hand and asked, "Who dropped this? You, the little donor, picked it up. This is too careless."

Competitors must hold wooden cards so they know who their opponents are and when they are coming.

Seeing the fuss made by the other party, Mo Shan'an shrugged and replied, "What did you pick it up? This belongs to me, don't you have one too?"

The man was completely stunned, and his clasped palms slowly lowered. This, is this Xiao Monk's opponent?

"Little donor, this is not a joke."

"Who are you kidding?"

Mo Shan'an stared at the startled monk in front of him speechlessly. After all, if he doesn't cultivate immortality well, what is he doing here?

"Hahaha, Qinglian, it looks like you can advance this year. You are no longer at the bottom of the Monster Race this year."

A man next to him listened to their conversation, and the irony in it was obviously unconcealed.

"I can crush this little guy to death with one hand. Do we still need to compete?"