Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"Hey? How about the little monk letting you eat meat?"

Mo Shanan crossed his arms and shook his head, "I won't go, and I won't go to eat meat either."

"Why?"

The man didn’t understand. Didn’t he let him eat meat?

"I don't want to be bald. Bald heads are ugly."

Although he is very good-looking, he still can't do it without hair. He can't ruin his appearance like this.

"From now on, I want to be the most beautiful man in the world. Now that I'm bald, I can only be the second most beautiful man."

Maybe it was the cub's solemn expression that made him have a black line on his face, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead after listening to it. This cub is really,, leaving people speechless, but.

"The poor monk thinks that whether the little benefactor is bald or thorny, he will be a handsome man, so why bother with these three thousand troubles."

"Have you seen my beauty?"

Mo Shanan touched the mask on his face, oh, it's still there. He couldn't help but admire this man. He could say this even if he didn't know what he looked like.

"You can actually see me through the mask?"

"Ahem, even though the little monk can't see it, he can already guess the appearance of the little donor."

Mo Shanan was a little embarrassed to be praised. If it was a product to be promoted, he would definitely buy it without hesitation. This is too wise.

"Ahem, if that's the case,"

The monk looked expectantly at this little cub that was full of spiritual energy. This was a rare and good seedling. It would be best to go back with him.

“It still doesn’t work”

The man almost didn't fall down. He praised him for this. The little guy was still so determined. Didn't the master say that the cubs of the demon clan are easy to abduct?

"Can you please tell me the reason why? Did I say something wrong somewhere?"

Mo Shanan put his hands behind his back and explained to him seriously.

"What you said is very satisfying to me, but it's a pity."

"I'm afraid if I go back with you today, the next day my father will come and demolish your Qinglian Pavilion, and I will feel guilty."

What a good person. Not only did he see his few talents, but he also praised his appearance. There should be no other person in the world.

"The poor monk can understand him with reason, move him with emotion, and slowly influence him."

Probation? I'm just afraid you'll just hang up!

Not to mention, he really wanted to see how this person would be influenced when he saw Mo Xiotian and Di Moxiao appear at the same time.

"If you can't influence him, just give up."

"The little benefactor's father turned out to be such a barbaric person. The little benefactor is really troubled."

"Huh? That's not true, it's just that he might not like monks and bald heads."

Mo Shanan touched his chin and said something particularly heartbreaking.

The man felt that the number of times he had been victimized tonight had reached the upper limit. He had to go back and cry to his master and the others a few times. This cub was too difficult to handle.

"In this case, I don't have to force myself anymore. I believe we will meet again if we are destined. I'll take my leave now."

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and ran away without even looking back.

"Ah, I hope we can discuss it next time. Why is the top of my head so white when I am bald? Isn't it possible for me to get tanned?"

The other party didn't know if he heard it, but he suddenly fell down halfway, then stood up and disappeared.

"What a pity. It's so hard to find someone so good to chat with."

"Oops, I forgot to ask him where Qinglian Pavilion is." You can go to him to kill time if you have nothing to do in the future.

Except for the fact that the other party kept making him bald, everything was fine.

When Di Moxiao saw this, he was almost done. He stood up and walked over and patted the little guy on the back.

"Have you finished talking? It's time to go back."

Mo Shan'an reacted, pulled the man's cuffs, and told him what happened just now, and suddenly said

"Do you think he can become a god?"

He could see that when the man just said the word God, his eyes lit up, indicating that he was yearning for it.

Di Moxiao was silent for a moment. The word "god" is a kind of constraint, and it is not a simple matter for a demon to transform into a god. Opportunity and cultivation are indispensable.

"Gods are not that good. To become a god, a demon needs a certain chance." And this chance may not come to him until his death.

"Then they all live in the sky? For example, one star represents a god?"

Mo Shanan looked up at the starry night sky. What kind of Jade King was there? Queen Mother?

"........."

The cub's too innocent tone made Di Moxiao not sure how to answer. The gods were scattered all over the place, each performing their own duties. There was no such thing as living in the sky.

There are too many rumors in the world, and gradually they seem to become true.

"No, every god has its own territory. It is not the same as what people in the world think, and it is no different from ordinary people."

The current God Clan has also gone through a series of purges and annihilations, which are unknown to the world. The Phoenix Clan has long since disappeared.

"Ah, is it the same as the demon clan or the demon clan? It's just that the aura of the god clan is more powerful than the average person's talent?"

"That's right"

Dragons are born with powerful talents, but they cannot be suppressed. Some things have advantages and disadvantages.

"That means you have to practice hard, but you may not be able to succeed."

Mo Shan'an thought about it for a while, and found that this method of practicing hard didn't seem to suit him.

When he returned to the Dragon Clan, Mo Shanan was ready to sleep, but Di Moxiao didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

I saw the man holding an unknown book in his hand, sitting on his bedside with a hint of uncertainty.

"Aren't you going to listen to bedtime stories?"

He specially asked people to collect various folk tales, and he didn't know whether the cub would like them or not.

Mo Shanan's golden pupils trembled slightly. He didn't expect that the other party would still remember his casual words, and the softest place in his heart was touched.

"hear"

Mo Shanan smiled at him, then closed his eyes obediently.

The man tried hard to keep what he liked in his heart, and also gave him the emotions he needed like an ordinary father.

Di Moxiao curled up the corners of his lips, and a glint flashed in his eyes. It would be great if someone could never come back.

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But someone is now being stalked and beaten

"I have been friends with you for many years. Now is the time to hurt my friend. How can you be so cold?"

Mo Xiotian saw the shadow of the cub in the other party, such as

"Can you let go of my feet first?"

The masked man's clothes were ragged and had been scratched by the sword energy. He was still hugging Mo Xiutian's thigh tightly, as if you didn't help me get out, and I wouldn't let him go.

"God Eater, I have promised to be your cub and his little brother. Now won't he be disappointed if I can't get out?"

If hard work didn't work, he would take the opponent's cub out for a walk.

(Mo Shanan: Do you want to hear what nonsense you are talking about??)