Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

Mo Shanan didn't know where he got the strength to push the other person away. His hands were covered with sticky red blood. He was breathing quickly and staring at his hands.

"buzz"

Long Mingjian sensed something dangerous and stepped forward to block the little guy.

Mo Shanan stared blankly at the bloody man in front of him. When he met his empty eyes, his eyes gradually failed to focus. It was not until a figure in red appeared in front of him that he fainted.

"Roar"

The strange man discovered that his prey had been snatched away, and he showed his fangs fiercely to warn the people in front of him.

Mo Xiantian caught the fainted little cub, and the hand holding Mo Shanan shook slightly. His red eyes stared at the pale little dumpling in his arms.

He pursed his lips, and his low and hoarse voice was a bit sickly and sinister, "I will crush you to ashes."

A ball of dark hellfire hit the rotting corpse. This thing was neither human nor ghost. Ordinary spells had no effect on him.

But Mo Shitian's hellfire was obtained from the underworld, and it was easy to deal with the undead coming out of the underworld.

"Ho, ah"

The rotten corpses were reduced to ashes by the burning of black fire, and a black vortex appeared above the demon clan's sky, and disappeared again after a while.

"Demon Lord, there are many rotting corpses in the back mountain, as if they were bitten to death by something."

Mo Luo reported the matter with a solemn expression, but when he saw the fainted villain, he was a little worried, "Is the young master okay? I will go find out who did it."

"No need, I already know, I will handle this matter."

Mo Xiantian carried Mo Shanan back to the dormitory and cleaned the dirt on his hands. When he felt the power, it was still a step too late.

"What is it about you that attracts those ghosts so much?"

Those undead spirits are particularly sensitive to smells, and there must be something on the little guy that attracts them.

Mo Shanan, who was in a coma, repeatedly dreamed of being chased by a group of rotting corpses.

"Brother, stop chasing me, I don't taste good."

This place is in ruins, and he doesn't even have a building to hide in. What is he doing? Resident Evil?

I finally found a dilapidated cabin, and as soon as I opened it, a man's figure suddenly appeared inside, wearing a mask on his face.

Mo Shanan was so frightened that he wanted to scream. He quickly covered his mouth with quick eyes and hands, closed the door and pressed his lower lip, "Shh, don't make any sound."

"Hmm"

The man only let go of his hand when there was no movement outside. He stared at the little dumpling in front of him in confusion, especially when he saw his face, as if he was confirming something through his face.

"Who are you, Mo Shitian?"

Mo Shanan felt that this dream was too real. He pressed against the door panel defensively and stared at the mysterious man in front of him warily, "Who are you?"

"Hahaha, I am the owner of this underworld, you can call me"

"Hades?!"

"Little thing, very smart and discerning."

Although the man was wearing a strange mask, his white collar was embroidered with small red flowers, and even his sleeves were embroidered with red petals.

Mo Shanan looked up and down and rolled his eyes speechlessly, "You are Pluto, so may I ask why you live in this cabin."

"Also, if you are so powerful, why are you hiding from those ugly things?"

The man felt a little guilty when asked, and he didn't know how to answer these questions.

"Why, I can't tell you."

Mo Shanan thought he had exposed the man's lies, so the other party couldn't answer.

He raised his chin slightly, narrowed his big round eyes and looked around. He fell on the red flower on the man's clothes and complained, "This flower looks really ugly."

After the man finished listening, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He seemed to have heard this sentence from someone before, and he heard it again today.

"So, who are you, Mo Yantian?"

"it's me"

The man didn't finish hearing what he said. The little guy just disappeared in front of his eyes. He curled up his lips. He was so familiar with this power.

"woke up?"

Mo Xiotian retracted the palm that was used to cast the spell, looked closely at Mo Shan'an who opened his eyes, patted his cheek, and asked worriedly, "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

The little cub blinked its clear eyes a few times and stretched out his hand for him to hold.

Mo Xiotian held him on his lap. When he saw him fainted and unconscious, he felt powerless, self-blame and helpless for a moment.

He couldn't guarantee what Mo Shanan would do if he couldn't wake up.

The little cub sat on his lap, stretched out his hand to tug on his sleeves, suddenly thought of something, showed his cute little teeth like glutinous rice, and complained to him about a person in his dream.

"I'm telling you, I dreamed about a man. He seemed to be a little out of his mind and said some strange things."

"Oh? What did he say?"

Mo Xiantian arranged his hair, and his low, magnetic voice tempted him to tell him what was in his dream.

"Hahaha, he said he was Pluto and wore an ugly mask."

Mo Shanan puffed out his chest proudly and continued, "I didn't believe a word of it."

"Oh, it is indeed him."

A sneer twitched at the corner of Mo Xiantian's mouth, his eyes were dark and sinister, it seemed like it was time to catch up with him.

"What is he?"

"It's nothing. If you dream about him next time, don't be polite to him."

And next time? Farewell, he didn't want to experience being chased by those carrion corpses again.

"Okay, go to sleep"

Mo Shanan nervously pulled on the man's clothes, "I don't dare to sleep alone."

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the half-skeletal face and the bloody body.

Mo Yantian hugged him and lay down, stretched out his hand and patted his back, "Go to sleep, father is here, no one can touch you."

When he said the last words, the temperature in his eyes was so cold that it was chilling.

Mo Shanan lay in the man's arms, slowly closed his eyes, except for his small hands nervously grasping his collar, and then fell asleep quietly.

"Magic"

"Demon Lord"

"Now go to Longshen Mountain and tell Di Moxiao that I will send the young master to him for a while tomorrow."

There was a hint of astonishment on Mo Luo's face. Send the young master to Di Moxiao? Isn’t this sending a sheep into the tiger’s mouth!

"Demon Lord?"

"Go quickly"

"Yes"

It's time for Mo Xiotian to go to the underworld. If this matter is not resolved, the little guy will not be safe if he stays here.

After sending it to Di Moxiao tomorrow, I will go find that guy and see what he wants to do.