Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"Hand out"

"Ok?"

Mo Shanan saw that the other party was already sitting next to him, so after asking the question, he was ready to take action?

Putting his hand on the other person's hand, Di Moxiao held Rourou's little hand and it felt good.

He frowned. The spiritual power in the little guy's body could hardly be suppressed. This was not a good thing, not to mention that the two forces could not be integrated.

Mo Shanan looked at the man's frown. He didn't do anything to him. He just held his pulse like a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. He felt as if he was seriously ill.

"Is there something wrong with my health?"

"Um"

"Am I going to die?"

The little guy looked like he was about to die. Di Moxiao raised his eyebrows and said nothing, just looking at him quietly.

Mo Shanan's eyes widened. Could it be that he was right? No wonder his body hurt from time to time recently, and then he became hungry so quickly.

"Can I still be saved?"

She obviously has a cute face, but she has to make an expression like an adult.

"I can save you, but I need you to give up something."

Mo Shanan's hair stood up as soon as Di Moxiao finished speaking. With short arms and legs, what else could he give up?

"I will extract the power that belongs to Mo Shitian from your body, so that your body will not have two spiritual energy riots, and there will be no more problems."

Mo Shanan lowered his eyes and became quiet. He understood what the man meant, but

"I do not want"

He raised his head and firmly rejected the other party's suggestion. Mo Shanan believed that the person would not harm him, and he could also feel that the person in front of him was not hostile to him.

I originally thought that Mo Shanan would reject the so-called enemy in front of him, but for some reason he couldn't hate him in his heart. Instead, he really wanted to get close to him.

"Why? I can help you without any pain."

Di Moxiao locked eyes with the little guy's reaction. He was obviously very dissatisfied with this promise. Is Mo Xiantian so good?

"He is my father, he is very good"

His words gave Di Moxiao a sense of powerlessness. He pursed his lips and focused his gaze on the pair of golden pupils that were the same as his. His figure was fully reflected in the clear eyes.

Mo Shanan suddenly had an idea, "How about you take away my other power?"

"no"

The man rejected his proposal without thinking. It was in order to preserve the pure power in the cub that Di Moxiao proposed to spend his spiritual energy to help him.

He wanted to keep Mo Shanan in the Dragon Clan, so the power of Mo Xiantian's demon clan in him must be covered up. The best way was to eliminate that demonic energy forever.

"why?"

Di Moxiao looked away and did not answer the question directly, but just responded casually.

"That spiritual power is good for you."

"But didn't you just say that they would fight together?"

Mo Shan'an was very confused. Since you can extract power, what does it matter if it's a different one?

"It will be better for you than Mo Xiotian's power."

The other party's particularly affirmative tone made Mo Shanan feel that another force in his body was related to him.

"Oh, then I won't smoke anymore, that's good too."

Di Moxiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, walked over to Mo Shanan, pinched the corner of his quilt, and said in a gentle tone, "It's getting late, you are a cub and you should sleep more, it will be good for you to cultivate your spiritual power in the future." .”

Before Mo Shanan could answer, he forced him to lie on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and then kept staring at him.

"I can not sleep"

Brother, how can I sleep if you stare at me like this?

"Can't sleep?"

This was the first time he had encountered the problem of a cub being unable to sleep. Di Moxiao frowned and recalled that when he was still a cub, he was not only practicing but also practicing, and there was no such thing as being unable to sleep.

"Then what do you want?"

Mo Shanan became more playful, since he was a cub now and he was not afraid of embarrassment.

"I want to hear a story"

"I don't know how to tell stories"

"Oh, forget it." He just said it casually. Bedtime stories were so childish and he didn't want to hear them.

(The phrase "dead duck with a tough mouth" is more suitable for him)

Mo Shanan pulled up the quilt and covered his face with some disappointment. After he adjusted his emotions and prepared to sleep, the quilt covering his head was suddenly pulled up.

He stared blankly at the man, who hesitated for a moment and then said to him, "I don't know how to tell stories, but I can tell you some things about the Dragon Clan. Do you think that's okay?"

Perhaps it was the other person's soft coaxing that made Mo Shanan feel warm. He nodded and picked at the quilt sheepishly.

"My name is Mo Shanan"

Di Moxiao was stunned for a moment. This name didn't seem like someone's style. The corner of his lips curled up "Di Moxiao"

"I know"

How could he not know that Mo Shanan's arrogant self covered himself with a quilt and looked at the man sitting beside his bed, obediently preparing to listen to the story.

"You tell me"

Di Moxiao told him about the historical princesses of the Dragon Clan, including how the Long Mingjian he was interested in came from.

The man's soft and magnetic voice successfully attracted Mo Shanan's attention. Slowly, he really felt sleepy coming over him, and he couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't want to sleep yet.

Because this was the first time he listened to a bedtime story. In the dark nights when he was a child, no one would ever stay for him.

A big hand covered his eyelids, saying nothing, just covering it quietly.

Di Moxiao stopped talking when he saw the cub fell asleep, and then withdrew his hand covering his eyelids.

The little guy looks very similar to Mo Shitian in terms of outline and facial features, but if you take a closer look, there are still big differences between the two.

He stayed for a while and was about to leave when the person on the bed was fast asleep. As soon as he got up, he found that the other person's little hands were clutching his clothes.

Di Moxiao could only gently take out the clothes from his small hands. The crumpled clothes could be seen how hard the little guy was pulling.

He chuckled lightly, and Mo Shanan on the bed was also a little uneasy because of the clothes he had taken away, waving his little hands everywhere.

Di Moxiao thought of the scene where he had seen a family of monsters coaxing their cubs many years ago. He leaned over and kissed the little guy's forehead.

"Be good, don't be afraid"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately became quiet.

Di Moxiao also came to his senses and thought about his actions just now. He really couldn't turn a blind eye to this little guy.

Just like he had just covered himself with the quilt in disappointment, his heart seemed to be blocked and he couldn't let go.

"Ah"

Di Moxiao covered Mo Shanan with the sheets again before leaving the room.