Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

Di Moxiao, who was swallowed by the sand, was dragged by the vortex, and the gravity in the middle separated him from Mo Shan'an. He desperately held the little guy's hand.

But there was still no hold, and the little guy's body was falling rapidly.

The wound on Di Moxiao's body also tore open again. Regardless of the wound bleeding again, he eliminated the dragon power on his body and instantly accelerated his landing speed.

He finally grabbed the cub's hand, and his heart was half relieved.

After falling safely, there was actually a black river underneath, with dark green light spots covering the black surface. He landed on a bamboo raft.

"Styx?"

Di Moxiao frowned slightly. Under the quicksand was actually the River Styx.

The underworld controlled by Ming Qing leads to life. The river of Hades forgets all living beings, and the river of Hades is full of evil spirits who have passed away and cannot be reincarnated.

The evil spirits accumulated over thousands of years have made the previous Pluto powerless. I heard that they have been sealed, but I didn't expect that they were sealed under this quicksand.

Di Moxiao held the cub in his arms. The blood on his body made things at the bottom of the river start to move, and the dark green river surface suddenly became more sinister.

"Blood, Jie Jie Jie Lie"

"It's blood and the smell of death"

Several pairs of bones-like hands suddenly appeared on the black face, as if they were groping for something.

Gradually, more and more white bones were exposed on the black surface, and there were even some bones that had not completely melted. More and more rotten hands appeared.

The evil spirits below are far more than the ones that appear. If anyone sees it, they are densely crowded under the black ground.

Some even have no bodies left, and the remaining resentment is flowing upwards.

"Body, give me body"

There are always some people who want to borrow corpses to bring back the soul, but unfortunately they haven't waited for the new ones. Now someone finally came in, and they desperately wanted to snatch the recently deceased corpse.

Since Heihe never sees light all year round, the evil spirits underneath can only look for the scent of Di Moxiao and the others, and slowly they can clearly see the big and small in front of them.

Di Moxiao narrowed his eyes and looked at these evil spirits with a solemn expression. When they all gathered around the bamboo raft, he clenched the light whip in his hand and dispersed them without hesitation.

"what"

The evil spirit below rushed over excitedly

"Jie Jie"

"Stop resisting"

The evil spirits came out in thousands and stared at them eagerly.

"Even if Hades comes, I can't save you. Why don't you give me the dead little guy in your hands? I might let you go."

When the evil spirits saw that they were touched by the man's light whip, they immediately dissipated. They all retreated warily, knowing that the person in front of them had a lot of background.

He could only focus on the little cub in his arms. The living one couldn't move, but the dead one could always move.

"Since the little guy is already dead, there is no way he can be saved even if he wants to, otherwise he would be left to us."

After Di Moxiao heard the other party's purpose, his half-closed eyes instantly opened. A group of dead creatures also wanted his child's body.

"What if I don't stay?"

"Then no matter how powerful you are, we are not afraid of you."

No matter how powerful he is, he is still a human being. How can they not count this number?

The corners of Di Moxiao's mouth raised slightly, and his cold body suddenly became sharp and gloomy.

He wrapped Mo Shanan in dragon power and kept him in the sky, away from the black face.

The wrapped cub changed from his human form back to that of a dragon cub, and the outer layer of round golden light wrapped him tightly like an eggshell.

Di Moxiao looked up and saw the little dragon cub in the golden light. He seemed to see that the little dragon had not yet broken out of its shell, and the coldness in the corner of his mouth gradually faded a lot.

He had to hold off these things before Mo Shitian came.

After seeing the other party's movements, the evil spirits under the Styx swarmed towards him.

Di Moxiao looked at the evil spirits approaching him expressionlessly. He kept waving the golden light whip, throwing out faint afterimages in the air, and the evil spirits he touched also let out a scream.

Even so, they came up in groups of hundreds.

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"Oh, oh, oh, boss, you don't want to die!"

"Uuuuuuuuah, if you die, what should we do?"

Mo Shanan's head hurt more and more as he listened to the whirring sound in his ears, and then he sat up unbearably.

"Cry, cry, cry, is there a death in your family or is it a funeral?"

The people in front of the bed were stunned when they heard the man's scolding.

Some fat men patted the people next to them

"Your crying spirit trick is really good. The boss was really woken up by us!"

Mo Shanan rubbed his dizzy temples, feeling something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he was frightened by the person rushing up in front of him.

"Boss, have you lost your memory?" This is how it is played on TV.

Huang Mao scratched his head, feeling a little strange about the boss's reaction.

Mo Shanan blinked. Aren't these his obedient brothers? Is he back again?

"Little yellow hair?"

"Yes, yes, it's me, boss, eh, eh, eh, boss!"

Mo Shan'an stretched out his feet to block the person approaching him, and his heart was complicated. Is he back?

Huang Mao and the young man next to him looked at each other. What happened to the boss? His head was broken?

"Where am I?"

"It goes without saying that since you fell into the sewer, boss, you were discovered by workers the next day and sent to the hospital."

Huang Mao couldn't stop talking about this. He angrily took out his mobile phone and found the news articles that had been trending.

"Boss, look, they actually said that you died as retribution for grabbing a child's lollipop."

"It's just random writing!"

Mo Shanan snatched Huang Mao's cell phone. After seeing the title above, he almost fainted again, bastard, which media is poaching the privacy of employees!

"That's nonsense. I'm obviously helping the little fat guy share the burden so that he doesn't get cavities at a young age!"

Little Fatty: You are quite a nice person.

As soon as his words came out, the people in the next hospital bed all looked at him.

The younger brothers felt a little guilty when they saw it, but they still faced the pressure and stepped forward.

"That's right, our boss is kind-hearted, but these marketing accounts are so heartless!"

Mo Shanan sighed, lay back on the bed, and pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

He couldn't tell now whether he was in reality or in a dream, and whether what happened after the fall was real or fake.

Mo Shanan turned over, his eyes full of sadness and loss. He seemed to be alone in this world again.

The younger brothers next to him, seeing their boss so decadent, grabbed Huang Mao and left the ward.

"Is there something wrong with you? The boss is so face-conscious, how can you show him this thing?"

"That's right, Huang Mao, you let the boss down so much!"

Huang Mao was beaten several times innocently. He held his head and begged for mercy.

"I didn't know that the boss has become so fragile, not to mention that he is on the hot search. How many celebrities dream of it!"

"go to hell"

The movement outside the door frightened the people inside. Mo Shanan irritably picked up a pillow and threw it at it.

"Be quiet!"

The boy outside the door suddenly became quiet. He obediently picked up the pillow, patted it clean, put it back into Mo Shanan's hand, and made a zipper motion on his mouth in tacit understanding.