Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"Demon Lord, please come in."

Qinglian didn't dare to look directly at the man in red in front of her. This face was different from the Demon Lord he imagined.

Mo Shan'an discovered that there was a unique cave here. The lakes on both sides of the middle road were filled with lotus flowers, and there were small courtyards built next to them, which looked quite elegant.

"Whew"

A butterfly flew next to him, and Mo Shanan couldn't help but wave it with his hand. He was stopped just as he was about to catch it.

"Don't touch it!"

Qinglian regretted it as soon as she spoke. The cub on the man's shoulder suddenly became hairy, showed its paws and howled fiercely.

"Ow~"

When Mo Yantian heard the little guy's dissatisfaction, he stared sharply at the man who called his cub, glanced at the butterfly flying away, and curled his lips, "Like it?"

Before Mo Shanan could answer, he wrapped the butterfly with demonic energy and held him in his palm. The butterfly seemed to be encased in a transparent protective film.

"Take it"

Mo Shanan reached out and took it blankly. Not to mention, this freshly made toy was quite interesting. He glanced at the stunned monk and raised his chin provocatively.

"Whew, whine."

See, mine.

Mo Shanan returned to his original form, his possessiveness obviously increased. Like a dragon cub, with animal consciousness, he took a liking to her and had to come over.

Mo Shan'an, who didn't realize anything was wrong with him, only felt that after the depression of not catching the butterfly dissipated, he happily played with the ball with the butterfly in his hand.

"That's not what I meant, little monk. All things have spirits, and this butterfly is also innocent. We have to let it go and let it practice well."

"I didn't let it die."

Mo Xiotian didn't have to kill a butterfly that didn't even know how to practice, he just wanted to see a certain cub like it.

Qinglian thought that the other party was going to kill it. You should not kill in front of the Buddha. He was overly worried.

"Well, the young monk misunderstood."

He also waited for a while and found that the little benefactor did not come, which was a bit regretful. However, this demon king had the audacity to kidnap the dragon cub.

"Here we are, do you need Monk to help you look after it?"

Qinglian glanced at the dragon cub who was having fun playing, "Poor butterfly, the little monk will save you."

"unnecessary"

Mo Xiotian walked into the hall full of Buddha statues, looked around and landed on the old monk kneeling on the futon.

He stopped moving the beads, opened his eyes, and looked at the black cub on his shoulder with a kind face.

"This must be the little benefactor. The devil has to wait all night for what he wants."

Qing Hui's words meant that Mo Xiotian didn't need to say any more. Now that he knew what he wanted, he would wait all night.

"Whew"

Mo Shanan felt that the things in his hands were boring. He looked up and found that he was in a Buddhist temple. He subconsciously put his palms together and bowed, "Lord Buddha, bless me and make me rich."

The demonic energy wrapped in the butterfly that accidentally fell dissipated in front of the Buddha's light, and it quickly flew out.

Seeing the cub's pious movements, Qing Hui was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's better for me, a poor monk, to see that it is destined to be a Buddha."

But when he noticed someone's dark complexion, he stopped talking.

"Ahem, what the poor monk means is that this little benefactor is very wise."

When Mo Shitian saw Mo Shanan's movements so skillfully, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. How could his bloodline of Mo Shitian believe in Buddhism.

"Snapped"

"Whew!"

After Mo Shan'an came to his senses, he looked at the man's half-smiling eyes and immediately made up his mind, "Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

I let it bless me if I can change back.

"Oh? Then you continue to worship. I want to see if it can protect you."

"Whew"

The cub shook his head and waved his hands, raising his two paws high, which meant that he would definitely not bow.

You can't blame him, it was a subconscious move, but he said it wrong. That set of words should have been said when he went to worship the God of Wealth.

Qing Hui looked at the pitiful dragon cub. Although he didn't know why the dragon cub had the aura of demons on it, he could confirm that this was the little guy on the stage.

"Then let the poor monk take the Demon Lord to the side hall to rest for the night."

Qing Hui walked out of the door and saw Qing Lian who had been standing outside. He walked over and gave her a slap in the face.

"If you don't copy Buddhist scriptures, why are you wandering around here?"

"Master"

Qinglian touched the top of the head where she was beaten. Of course it was laziness. How long would it take to copy it a hundred times?

"Disciple, please send the Demon Lord to the side hall. Master still needs to recite sutras, right? There is no need to bother Master with such a small matter."

Qing Hui saw through his little thoughts at a glance and said, "Then don't cause any trouble for me, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."

"Then Demon Lord, let's go with the monk. The monk will take you to rest."

"Ow"

Qinglian suddenly felt a weight on her leg. She looked down and saw that it was the little black dragon.

"The young monk forgot about this dragon benefactor and came with the young monk."

After Mo Shanan was thrown to the ground by someone, he had not walked like this for a long time, so he could only jump up and grab a certain monk's leg.

"Little Dragon Donor, can you let go of the little monk's legs?"

Qinglian clearly felt that the sharp claws had scratched his fabric, but he could not lift his feet to shake him off because there was a blazing gaze next to him.

Qinglian promised that if he dared to fall on the little ancestor on his lap, the people next to him would definitely use hellfire to burn him to death.

"Let's go. Do I still have to wait for you?"

"Whew"

Mo Shan'an also poked him with his paw, "Go away quickly. If you don't leave, I'll poke you."

"No, no, little monk, leave now."

Qinglian twitched the corners of her mouth and endured the scratches on her legs with a smile on her face.

“I don’t know why the Demon Lord came to our small temple.”

Under the probing gaze of the other party, intentionally or unintentionally, Mo Xiantian's lips curled up into a charming smile, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

Either he didn't kill enough people or he wasn't intimidated enough to make this person feel he was qualified to question him.

"Why do you think I am here?"

"Ahem, little one, little monk doesn't know"

Qing Lian originally thought that the man who took off the mask had a demonic facial features, but now his smile was even more stunning than the demonic women he had seen.

"If you dare to look at me like this again, I will massacre this place."

The deep and pleasant male voice, but with a hint of bloodthirsty murderous intent, sounded in the other person's mind like a demon.

Qinglian's face turned pale and she quickly lowered her head. He didn't have a habit of cutting off his sleeves. Everyone has a love for beauty. He just liked to admire beautiful people.

For example, he also appreciated the male donor who ruined him last time!

Mo Shan'an saw that they all stopped. As for Mo Shitian's last words, only the two of them could hear them.

"Whew"

He poked someone's thigh, why didn't he move? He is very tired from scratching like this, okay?

The man put away the pressure on him, and the other person collapsed to the ground, with a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Mo Xiotian lifted up the cub, glanced at the little guy in his hand casually, and spoke slowly.

"dirty"

Mo Shanan puffed up his cheeks after hearing this. It was obviously you who threw him down, but now you think he is dirty. Man, he is an unpredictable creature.