Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"nothing"

Mo Junlin withdrew his gaze and blocked Jian Xiaoling's view.

"Eat something first, let the brothers rest for the night, and continue on the road tomorrow."

"I know, senior brother, I have already explained everything."

Jian Xiaoling also traveled for a day, stuffed a few mouthfuls randomly, and then asked Mo Junlin to eat too.

"Senior brother, don't you want to eat?"

This time they are going to the territory of the demon clan, and there must be many dangers on the way.

"The strange movement of the demon clan this time is unusual. Even our Divine Sword Sect has had aftershocks. It seems that the things under the ground are very powerful."

Just as Sword Xiao Linghua finished speaking, he heard a discussion starting next door.

"You know, I heard that the demon clan was shaken by the birth of a great demon. You said that Xiang Wuye had just become the demon king, so he should give up the throne again, right?"

"No way, will Xiang Wuye give up the throne of the Demon King?"

"I heard it was the fox clan who did it."

The group of people kept shouting, which made Mo Shanan also listen to the gossip of those people. When he heard the vibration of the demon clan, there was a hint of shock on his face.

So, is it because Di Moxiao has been so busy these two days dealing with the monster clan?

No, the Dragon Clan is closer to the Demon Clan than here. Why didn't he feel an earthquake?

"Is there an earthquake? Why didn't I feel it in the Dragon Clan?"

Di Moxiao picked up a piece of fish and put it into his bowl, explaining to him, "The dragon clan is protected by a barrier."

It turned out to be like this. No wonder he didn't notice it. He thought he was too asleep and didn't feel it.

"So is there really a big monster?"

The little guy asked him with eyes full of curiosity, eager to know the answer.

Di Moxiao first fed him a mouthful of fish meat. As for what was under the demon clan's ground, he was not sure.

"unclear"

Mo Shanan blinked in disappointment, he thought the other party knew.

"Want to know?"

When Di Moxiao saw the cub's big eyes suddenly lowered, his pitiful look made him curl his lips involuntarily.

"Want to see what it is?"

"miss you!"

Mo Shanan's voice rose above the discussion of the group of people and immediately attracted everyone in the inn.

When Jian Xiaoling heard the familiar childish voice, he looked up and saw the little red figure and the other person's delicate round face.

"Pfft, cough, cough, senior brother, he," isn't this the little cub of the demon clan! !

Mo Junlin moved his position in disgust, and then asked him to keep his voice down.

"He, why is he here?"

Moreover, isn’t the person sitting next to him the Dragon Lord of the Dragon Clan? !

He opened his eyes wide and said, "Senior brother, could it be that he was kidnapped by the Dragon Clan?"

Who in this world doesn’t know that the Dragon Clan Emperor Mo Xiao and the Demon Clan’s Mo Xiantian are enemies. If the Demon Clan’s cub falls into the hands of the Dragon Lord, isn’t that a sheep falling into a tiger’s mouth?

"Senior brother! Do we want to save people?"

Mo Junlin's eyes twitched. Did you see clearly that Di Moxiao fed him food personally? The little guy looked like he was enjoying it. It didn't look like he was kidnapped.

"unnecessary"

If Jian Xiaoling really went to save him, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to save him.

Mo Shanan had eaten and drank enough and was ready to take a bath and go to bed.

"Does this guest need a hot bath?"

"right"

Di Moxiao bathed the cub for the first time, and now he was a little busy beside the tub.

"Wash your hair, wash your hair"

The cub in the barrel had a red face and a fleshy little body lying in the barrel like an old man. It would be better if the ferocious look on his face could be ignored.

The little arms like lotus roots tightly grasped the edge of the barrel, trying hard to suppress the sound.

Mo Shanan endured the pain on his scalp, woo! If he hadn't had so much hair, he would have suspected that he would be bald after tonight.

"I think it should be clean, right?"

Di Moxiao washed his hair seriously, not daring to use too much force, but still pulled out a few hairs. He pursed his lips and hid it with a guilty conscience.

"Well, it's clean."

Mo Shanan breathed a sigh of relief and decided not to mention washing his hair in front of him next time.

Di Moxiao wrapped him in the blanket required by the cub, just like a cicada, with only one head exposed.

Mo Shanan's hair was dried with spiritual power. At this moment, Mo Shanan's hair was so fluffy that he could only pull it and spread it behind him.

"Oh, it's too long."

After Di Moxiao helped get dressed, he heard what the cub said.

"Can I shave it for you?"

"........."

You can hear his ridicule in his tone

"Actually, I can still bear it. You don't have to be so insistent on making me a little monk."

As soon as Mo Shanan finished speaking, the other party started laughing, his smile melting like cold frost and snow, and his doting eyes narrowed slightly.

"cough cough"

Mo Shanan admitted that the other person's smile was really pretty, and if he was a woman, she might also like it.

Thinking of Hua Yunhuai, the corner of his mouth curled up. This man has too little vision. How can that silly little monk compare with Di Moxiao!

The feeling of protecting one's shortcomings suddenly came up.

"no!"

Di Moxiao was also used to the little guy's startled look, so he lowered his voice and asked.

"What's not working?"

"How can the Lord Qinglian compare to you? You are so handsome, handsome, and rich! He actually doesn't like you!"

That’s right, in modern times, this would be considered a tall, rich and handsome man!

The smile at the corner of Di Moxiao's mouth gradually froze, and the little guy looked regretful and felt unworthy for him, which made the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

"Do you also find something strange?"

"It's time for you to rest"

Mo Shanan was forced to lie on the bed, covered with quilt, staring at the man with an innocent expression.

"I'm not sleepy yet"

Di Moxiao didn't say anything, just looked back at him quietly, thinking he wanted to listen to a story.

Mo Shanan listened to the other party ignoring his resistance and started telling him a story. Forget it, he closed his eyes silently.

"I don't want to hear this"

He opened his eyes again, and as he listened, he was repeating the gossip from the last time.

Di Moxiao followed his will and helplessly asked him what he wanted to hear.

"I want to hear the story of the Qinglian God and the Flower God!"

"Oh, and how you and Di Yexuan turned against each other and ended up losing to him."

As soon as Mo Shan'an finished speaking, the man's expression suddenly changed, his brows were knit together tightly, and the veins on his forehead were jumping.

Di Moxiao suppressed the urge to take action and asked in a low voice, "Did Di Yexuan tell you? Or was it Hua Yunhuai?"

Mo Shanan didn't realize that something was wrong with the man. He thought it was because Di Moxiao didn't want to look back on that experience and couldn't tell him. Those deeds were passed down orally by the human race.

He could only say politely, "Well, that's what they said."

"Okay, I understand."

Mo Shanan always felt that the air pressure of the other party was getting lower, and even the eyes became darker, which made him shiver. Has the weather gotten colder? Is winter coming yet?