Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

The old man is the oldest among the demon clan, and he was already there even before Mo Xiotian came to the demon clan.

"The juniors of the demon clan call me Lao Yao, and the young master can also call me the same."

"Old demon?"

This name is a bit strange

"Come in and sit down, it's been a long time since I've seen a demon cub as young as you."

Mo Shanan hesitated for a moment, but seeing the expectation in the old man's eyes, he followed in silently.

"Come, have something to eat"

"Thank you"

This was the first time that Mo Shanan saw so many pastries, and the other party just waved them away.

He felt it was so magical, he liked this kind of magic, and he stared at the person opposite with his eyes shining brightly.

"It's changed!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

The old man laughed, the descendants of the Demon King were so simple.

"Can I learn?"

Mo Shan'an grabbed one with one hand and stared at him with big round eyes. He was very good, and he promised not to let Long Mingjian come to cut flowers in the future.

The old demon wanted to tease him, so he deliberately said incomprehensibly, "This may be difficult."

Just as he expected, the little guy gnawed on the cake dejectedly after hearing this.

The old man stopped teasing him and told him the principle of the spell.

"Hahaha, I just made this pastry, not a conjured one."

Mo Shanan really couldn't handle it. He was as tall as a table and a chair, and he had to be carried up by someone else just now.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat"

Seeing how delicious he was eating, the old man glanced at Long Mengjian who was helping him weed in the yard, and asked curiously.

"How did you get the Dragon Sword?"

"It follows me of its own accord"

Mo Shanan thought for a moment. Although he was involved in abduction, the other party was also voluntary, not to mention that he also rescued it.

"initiative?"

This is what the old demon didn't expect. This Long Mingjian has quite a personality.

"Um"

Mo Shanan had almost finished eating, clapped his hands to clean them, and jumped off the chair to say goodbye.

"you"

Before the old man finished speaking, he smiled and said, "It's time for you to go back."

After saying that, he looked at the man who had appeared at an unknown time. When Mo Xiotian found that the little guy was missing, his heart tightened. He followed the trail and saw someone eating delicious food.

"Finished?"

When Mo Shanan saw the familiar clothes, he hurried over and said, "Well, Grandpa Yao's cooking is delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Old demon grandpa? Mo Xiotian raised his eyebrows, and his delicate face looked meaningfully at the somewhat dull old man, who quickly waved his hand.

"Isn't this old man Zisha? Young Master, you should call me Lao Yao."

The man opposite him was a stingy man. I thought he had taken advantage of him with his words, but this man was plotting against him.

Mo Shanan suddenly realized that he had called him that just because the other party was very old and it was a bit impolite to call him an old demon.

But thinking about Queen Mo Shitian, he understood again.

"gone back"

Mo Xiotian didn't explain much about the title. He just glanced at Mo Shan'an and asked him to follow.

"Then I'll leave now and I'll see you next time."

Mo Shanan made a goodbye gesture and chased after them. When Long Mingjian saw that they were all gone, he left immediately.

The old demon looked at the backs of the two father and son and smiled, shaking his head happily. The man also watched him step by step to take the position of the demon king.

Now he is finally not as cold-blooded as before. At least he cares more about this cub who is connected by blood, otherwise he would not go out to look for him personally.

"Wait for me"

For every one step taken by the opponent, Mo Shanan had to run at least three steps, but he still happily grabbed the opponent's hand and jumped on the road.

"Do you like it here?"

Mo Xiotian slowed down to cater to the other's short legs. Just like Di Moxiao said, although the little guy and he were indeed father and son, they were still different.

"Great"

Mo Shan'an didn't notice the slightly strange tone of the man next to him, and elaborated that the people here are very nice, the food is delicious, and there are no shortcomings except that the little monster is not small.

Mo Yantian didn't know how to be a father, but what he could give him might just be the mark of being the son of a demon king, which was not a good thing.

"If you were given a chance to escape being a demon, you"

Mo Xiotian still hesitated. It turns out that when you have a weakness, you will give priority to the other party in everything you do.

For example, he is still young and may not know the consequences of becoming a demon, but Di Moxiao's words reminded him that he has the right to choose his future path.

Mo Shanan was confused when he heard this. He was the devil. Why should he get rid of the devil?

Mo Xiotian stopped, squatted down and said to him seriously, "The feather beads are to suppress the spiritual power in your body. You should know that the two forces in your body cannot practice together."

He thought for a moment and then added euphemistically, "Maybe it will get better when you grow up."

Mo Shanan thought it was a big deal. He tilted his head and smiled, "I know, that Dragon Lord told me, and he also said he could help me drain the demonic power."

Mo Xiotian pursed his lips, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. He was meddling in other people's business. Hehe, Di Moxiao was really good at scheming to take away his power.

Next time we meet, I will remove your dragon marrow.

Mo Shanan proudly raised his chin and told the man his answer on his cold face.

"Of course I refused."

"Ok!"

Mo Xiotian's coldness suddenly dissipated. Looking at the little guy's angry expression, he suddenly thought of Di Moxiao's envious expression, and his mood instantly improved.

"I look so much like you, how could others not know that you are my father?"

Mo Shanan changed his somewhat sensational answer, held his face in his hands and smiled foolishly, twisted his little body and said in a high voice, "Oh, it's all because I'm too cute. There are so many people trying to steal me. Being too good is not a good thing." .”

The little guy's weird expression made Mo Xiantian's mouth twitch slightly, and he looked at him speechlessly.

He raised his hand and pinched the baby's fat cheek hard. Sure enough, it was better not to listen. I shouldn't have asked him these questions.

"Oh! Mu let go of the nest"

"I just want to feel how thick-skinned you are."

“The nest is not thick”

"Well, I'm just a little fat."

When Mo Xiantian was about to drool, he withdrew his hand in time, ignoring how much damage the word "fat" caused to Mo Shan'an's soul when he was still a cub.

Fat! !

Mo Shanan only had the word "fat" in his mind, and he ran up to argue with the other party unconvinced.

"I'm not fat"

"Well, you're not fat. Look at your belly. Are you not fat?"

Mo Xiotian stared at his slightly protruding belly and shook his head inexplicably.

This made Mo Shanan very upset. He took a deep breath, held it back, and asked the other party to look at it again.

"Pfft"

Mo Xiotian couldn't look at the other person directly because it was too funny.

"I'm just,,baby fat?"

"I have never had such a thing as baby fat since I was a child."

Looking again, his childish cheeks were bulging. He touched his chin. His face seemed rounder now?

"Oh, you are jealous of me. I won't argue with you. After all, I will be the handsome one from now on."

After saying this, Mo Shanan successfully calmed down and comforted himself. He would lose weight when he grew up. No, he was not fat to begin with.