Poultry world leader

Lang Junxian gently caressed his back, the two of them were so close that they could even smell the pleasant scent of shower gel on Bai Maomao's body.The water vapor is mixed with the unique smell of Baimaomao, which calms Lang Junxian's restless heart.

For Lang Junxian, what happened before the age of ten was mixed with hope and the pain of broken hope.

His mother is from the demon clan, and the body is from the demon wolf clan. It is said that this race has a trace of the blood of ancient Sirius in its body. Occasionally, in a few generations, a bloodline and its pure son of Sirius will appear. Inheritance of the talent of the ancient Sirius.

The Lang family was established by a son of Sirius in the earliest time.

In ancient times, the boundaries between the human race and the monster race were not clear, and intermarriage between the two races was commonplace, and the Lang family was no exception. The ancestor who established the Lang family was originally the crystallization of intermarriage between the two races. Later, he married a woman from the demon wolf clan. As a wife, the Lang family passed it down from generation to generation.

This kind of balance lasted until the battle between Phoenix King Lihuo and Human Emperor Xuanyuan's.

The Yaozu suffered a disastrous defeat, Fengwang Lihuo fell, and the Southwest Daze burned in the Phoenix True Fire until it dried up.

Since then, there will be no more monsters in the world.

After that was the great prosperity of the human race, and the only remaining members of the monster race became ghosts in the dark night, hiding everywhere, leaving only illusory nonsense in the end.

There are not a few aristocratic families with a long history like the Lang family. At first, they may have taken in those homeless monsters out of good intentions, but people's hearts change and time changes. It became feeding.

Most of the beautiful females of the monster tribe became novel playthings for the children of the aristocratic families, while the men of the monster tribe who were fierce and warlike by nature were trained to be secret slaves.

Not only the Lang family, but also the ancient aristocratic families that have been passed down for generations, more or less there will be figures of the monster clan.

And Lang Junxian's mother is one of this beautiful monster clan.

Growing up in Lang's family, he was favored by his father and raised in the old house as a plaything.The wolf that has been raised for too long has already lost its wildness and ability to survive, and can only weakly cling to his father to live.

After he was born, his father's attitude towards their mother and child was pretty good, and he would visit them several times a month. In Lang Junxian's memory, those few days were always his happiest.

But now that I think about it, the thing I was most looking forward to when I was a child, in the eyes of my mother, may only be pain.

If it wasn't for the sudden change in father's attitude, taking him away and locking him up, and his mother dying to save him, maybe their mother and son would just live quietly and carelessly in Lang's old house until the end of their lives.

"That's it, actually there's nothing worth talking about." Lang Junxian smiled self-deprecatingly.

Bai Maomao touched his forehead with him, and asked strangely, "Why did your father lock you up all of a sudden?"

"I don't know," Lang Junxian shook his head, "At that time he fed me a lot of strange things, it looked like he was testing medicine."

"Experimental medicine?" Bai Maomao asked nervously, "It won't affect the body, right?"

"How could it be unaffected..." Lang Junxian lowered his eyes, "Later I became what you saw.'

From a human being, he became half-human, half-demon.

Bai Maomao squirmed and rubbed against his arms, and put his hands on his chest, "It's all over now."

"Well, that's not the case, and I won't meet you either."

The surrounding air suddenly became thicker, Bai Maomao slightly opened his mouth to breathe hard, and his cheeks became hot.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Maybe we can go and see Mo Qin first."

Mo family.

Mo Qin hugged a smooth-fur rabbit and gently stroked it. Opposite him, sat a middle-aged man who looked eighty percent like him.

The middle-aged man's expression is not good at the moment, he looks gloomy at this son who is getting older and more disobedient.

"The Ji family has agreed to the marriage, and the wedding date is set for February next year."

Mo Qin lowered his eyes and stroked the smooth fur of the rabbit slowly, his eyes narrowed as the smooth fur felt comfortable.The rabbit who had been kneaded by him for a long time kicked his legs in dissatisfaction, and pointed his butt at him.

"Miaomiao is hungry, I'll take him to lunch first." Then she got up and went out.

"Is this your attitude towards your father and your family?" Bai Yu's ashtray slammed against his feet, making a clear sound, and the rabbit in his arms trembled in fright, and plunged into his arms.

Mo Qin's pale face darkened in an instant, and he moved in front of the middle-aged man like a ghost, his bottomless pupils were pitch black, "You forgot, now I am the head of the Mo family."

"You!" Mo Juntian was frightened by his gloomy eyes, and he seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, unable to speak any more.

The little rabbit in his arms hugged him urgently, he was hungry.

Mo Qin's eyes immediately softened, and he carefully carried his rabbit to eat.

Halfway through the meal, the butler came over and said that someone from outside was looking for him.

Mo Qin turned a deaf ear to it, and devoted himself to feeding the baby rabbit. The little rabbit had a small appetite, and after a few mouthfuls, he refused to open his mouth again. Mo Qin patiently coaxed him with the spirit grass, "Miaomiao, good boy, can you eat another one?" good?"

Rabbit turned to face him with its buttocks.

The butler stood by the table watching his nose and mind, not even daring to vent his breath.

This rabbit was bloodied when the young master brought it back, and it died long ago. Later, the young master did not know what request the young master agreed to. After half a year of retreat, he came out not only with the abolished cultivation base, but also with a higher cultivation base than the rabbit. The master is taller, and this rabbit, which should have died a long time ago, has also come back to life, and is brought by the young master's side every step of the way.

Just observe carefully, this rabbit always seemed to react slowly, and it didn't move even a few times after being hugged by the young master all day long.

The butler lowered his head and turned his mind, but Mo Qin didn't even look his way. The butler was used to his appearance, and waited quietly.Seeing him wiping his hands, picking up the rabbit and going to the inner courtyard, he reminded him, "Patriarch, people outside say that he is your friend, and Bai Yuling from the Mo family."

"Oh?" Mo Qin paused, "Bai Yuling?"

"what is it call?"

"Lang Junxian and Bai Hongyuan."

"Let them in."

The butler was taken aback, but he didn't expect that he was really an old friend, so he didn't dare to neglect him immediately, and went outside to clear the person in.

When Mo Qin entered, Bai Maomao could hardly recognize him.

Mo Qin is tall and likes to exercise, so he always has a bulging tendon, which looks particularly strong. In addition, he always smiles, giving people the impression of being sunny.

However, the person sitting next to him is still as tall, but he has become extremely thin. A black Tang suit hangs empty on his body, making him look more and more skinny.

The healthy bronze skin is now pale, with an abnormal bluish-white color.

Bai Maomao noticed with sharp eyes that there seemed to be a living creature walking under the skin on his neck, and even the little vine under the sleeve became slightly restless.

The three were relatively speechless.

In just half a year, things have changed.

"Are... are you okay?" Bai Maomao asked tentatively.

Mo Qin leaned on the back of the chair, the rabbit in his arms lay obediently on his lap, motionless,

"It's nothing bad," Mo Qin smiled, with a strange look in his eyes, "Miaomiao is fine, I'll be fine."

Bai Maomao was taken aback, and turned to the white rabbit on his lap, "Miaomiao?"

Mo Qin frowned and said displeasedly, "I don't like people calling him that."

Bai Maomao didn't care about his attitude, and asked eagerly: "Yan Miao, he didn't..."

"no!"

Mo Qin interrupted him forcefully, his face became very ugly, as if he would explode at any time as soon as he mentioned that word, "He is fine, I will always be with him."

Bai Maomao recovered from the excitement, and finally realized Mo Qin's weirdness, and he looked at Lang Junxian uneasily.

Lang Junxian patted his hand reassuringly.

He has noticed Mo Qin's moodiness a long time ago, he has observed more than Bai Mao Mao, and Mo Qin has a very ominous dead air lingering around him.Moreover, his current cultivation level is not inferior to his.

"We came to you to make a deal."

The old classmate's emotional card obviously won't work, so it's better to talk about the conditions straight to the point.

Mo Qin's hand stroking the rabbit's fur paused, the hostility between his brows dissipated a little, and he tried to twitch the corners of his mouth, showing an unkind smile, "There's no need to talk about a deal between us."

His voice was low, "Miaomiao will be angry with me if she finds out."