Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"Ah, it hurts"

Mo Shanan returned to the cabin again. This time it was a bit special. He fell from the top and landed on his butt.

"Hey, little guy, are you here again?"

The masked man still welcomed him cheerfully this time, as if he knew he was coming back.

"Why am I back here?"

"do not know"

Mo Shan'an also guessed it, so he could only sit farther away from him, thinking that apart from seeing the skeletal man, nothing strange happened today.

"The feathers on your neck are very pretty."

The masked man's words made Mo Shanan look down. He didn't know when Feng Ling was exposed. It should have fallen out accidentally when he fell from above.

"Of course, this was given to me by my father."

He proudly introduced the function of this Feng Ling, emphasizing by the way, "This is not a feather. My father said this is Feng Ling."

The masked man was stunned for a while, then stood up and looked around the short dumpling, and then said with emotion, "You are indeed the son of that guy Mo Xiantian."

When it comes to Mo Xiotian, he is full of bitterness.

"Do you know my father?"

"More than just knowing each other, we are so familiar that we can't be any more familiar."

Mo Shanan felt that the other party's gums were about to burst. How much hatred was there?

The thief, the robber, unexpectedly guessed it right.

"Little guy, your father has robbed me of my things. Why don't you sell yourself to compensate me?"

The masked man spoke in a longer tone, trying to get the little guy to agree.

Mo Shanan moved a little further away from the man who was lusting after his body.

"No, if you have the ability, go talk to my father."

He thought of Mo Xiotian's words, and if he saw him again, don't be polite to him.

"Forehead"

The masked man stopped talking. If he had defeated Mo Xiutian, how could he have been robbed?

"Forget it, I am generous and won't argue with you."

"Oh"

Mo Shanan only thought about when this dream would end, but the man next to him started chattering as if he had opened a chatty box.

"So, you are tired of being Pluto, so your subordinates took advantage of it and took your place?"

After listening to it for a long time, he realized that it was because of his idleness that he imagined so many things. He didn't believe a word of it.

"Ah, you are much smarter than your father."

When Mo Shitian came to the underworld to get hellfire, he almost lost his life, just to become the devil.

When the masked man said this, he bent down and pinched his chubby cheeks. This little guy was much more interesting than Mo Xiantian.

"Little guy, you really don't want to consider following me?"

"How about you think about it, I am at least the young master of the devil, and you will be my little brother from now on. I will protect you."

The masked man squatted down, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, then as your little brother, can you please pinch your face?"

Mo Shanan didn't expect that the other party agreed without even hesitating, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Stop pinching my face."

The masked man saw a few red marks on his fair face and put down his hand regretfully.

"Okay, let's make an agreement then. I'll be your little brother and you'll pinch my face every day."

"I"

"By the way, you can't go back on your word."

After saying that, he bit off his fingertip and placed it between his eyebrows. The drop-shaped golden pattern directly absorbed the blood on it, and he laughed with satisfaction.

"This way you won't be able to run away."

Father, he, he seems to have met a pervert who likes cubs! !

Mo Shanan's eyebrows hurt, and he didn't have time to think more. He only heard one sentence from the masked man before leaving.

"It's time for you to wake up, I will come find you"

"Wow"

The next second, Mo Shanan sat up directly, his messy hair now looking like it had exploded.

"Huh? Am I still awake?"

This doesn't look like his room. Mo Xiotian doesn't like golden things because he thinks they are tacky.

So Mo Shan'an, the demon clan, had always suppressed it, but now when he opened his eyes, everything was sparkling. He jumped out of bed, touching here and rubbing there.

The little guy's cute behavior was all seen by Di Moxiao who pushed in the door and curled his lips.

"Like it?"

"like"

Mo Shanan noticed something was wrong, turned around and saw that it was not a dream.

The awkward atmosphere suddenly solidified. What should he call the other person?

Di Moxiao walked up to him gently, looked into eyes with the same color, and raised her hands to help him arrange his clothes.

"It doesn't matter, you can call me whatever you like."

"Dragon Lord?"

The movement of the man's hand paused for a few seconds, and he nodded "Okay"

The feeling that Di Moxiao gave him was very different from that of Mo Xiotian, but he could feel that he really liked him.

"Let me fix your hair."

The man's movements were very skillful, without pulling any of his hair, and a beautiful and simple full-bun high bun was completed.

He also took out a golden crown of the same type and fixed it in place.

The reason why Di Moxiao was so proficient was that after knowing that the little guy was his bloodline, he practiced tying his hair every day, but he didn't expect that it would actually come in handy.

"Like it?"

"like"

Mo Shanan looked in front of the bronze mirror several times, his eyes always glancing at the golden hair crown.

Di Moxiao also prepared several sets of clothes that were scaled down like his own, but they couldn't make them too obvious, otherwise those in the dragon clan would become suspicious.

"Go, go."

"Where to go?"

Mo Shanan put his hand on the other person's palm and looked up at Di Moxiao.

"Dine"

The two walked out of the house hand in hand. Di Moxiao carefully squeezed the soft little hand, not daring to use force, reminding himself at any time.

This time, Mo Shanan still saw the familiar fruit and a small white bottle on the table, which looked like it contained some kind of liquid.

"Which one do you like to eat?"

He simply ignored the fruit called milk fruit. Only Di Moxiao noticed the cub's picky eating.

"This, all newborn cubs of the dragon tribe need to eat."

"Well, I don't think I'm a cub anymore."

Di Moxiao looked at the little dumpling who was fleshy everywhere. According to human measurements, he was only about two years old at most.

"Then drink this"

"what is this?"

Mo Shanan opened the lid curiously, and there was a red liquid inside. He originally thought it was some kind of juice.

After taking a sip, I felt it was strange, sweet and fishy. I couldn't say it tasted good, but it wasn't unpleasant either.

"Food the pups need"

Di Moxiao didn't tell him that this was dragon blood. Dragon blood is nourishing. For ordinary people, drinking dragon blood can improve their cultivation to a higher level.

The little guy needs to stabilize the dragon power in his body, so he needs dragon blood to nourish him. You can't give too much at one time, for fear that the cub won't be able to bear it.

After finishing the drink, Wrinkle wrinkled his nose and muttered, "I won't drink this next time."

Why is the juice so unpleasant to drink? Mo Shanan didn't associate it with blood at all.

Di Moxiao raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He definitely wanted to drink.