Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

The next day, Mo Shanan slept very comfortably. Except for the trouble with the chain on his wrist, everything else was fine.

The woman beside her looked tired. It was obvious that she had not had a good rest last night, and the use of the water mirror in the past few days had consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why are you so listless? Did you become a thief yesterday?"

Anyway, he had already confessed everything he should and shouldn't have said yesterday, so Mo Shanan simply stopped pretending, spread his hands and said to her, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

I lie down on the table like an uncle, and keep lying there without giving me anything to eat. I don’t want to go anywhere. You don’t dare to kill me anyway.

Qingnu was afraid that the other party would run away last night, so she didn't dare to rest all night. She was so well-behaved, but she couldn't stop for a moment.

"When we're full, it's time for us to get on our way."

"Oh" I'll say it after I'm full

Mo Shanan was holding the big bun that had just been brought to him. His little hands were a little red from the heat, so he could only put it on the basket first with regret.

I was getting bored while waiting for the buns to cool down, so I picked up a topic and asked.

"Do you gods also like to talk about love?"

The woman looked at him warily, "What do you mean? What do you know?"

"Aren't you looking for someone?"

Based on the story Di Moxiao told him, Mo Shanan fumbled around yesterday and roughly guessed what the woman wanted to do.

"how do you know?"

"Of course I guessed it. Someone told me that a hundred years ago there was a water god who took on the mistakes you made. I guess he was a man, right?"

Seeing that the steamed bun had almost relieved the fever, Mo Shanan gnawed it down with satisfaction. The meaty steamed bun was bigger than his face.

"Yes, Lord Qinglian is the gentlest person among the gods, but he shouldn't die like this. I haven't confessed my feelings to him, how could he die!"

The woman in blue kept repeating the last sentence as if she was in a daze.

Mo Shanan's bulging cheeks asked vaguely, "Does he like mud?"

"Of course God Qinglian likes me. We have been together day and night for thousands of years. We just need a chance to be together."

In the woman's mouth, Qinglian God is a man as gentle as jade. They love each other, which makes someone who often eats melons believe at most 30%.

"Then why would you let go of such a serious mistake?"

Qingnv's face immediately became filled with regret, she clenched her hands and confessed, "I saw Lord Qinglian being ill that day, so I wanted to get him some elixirs. Who knew that coming back late would have such consequences."

In the woman's voice, it could be heard that she only regretted that the man she liked died because of this incident.

She didn't feel a trace of guilt for the lost souls, nor did she feel that she was at fault. This made Mo Shanan shake his head. Love brain is really scary.

Qingnu put away the sadness on her face and stared at the cubs that were still eating expressionlessly. She impatiently tugged on the water chain and said, "We should go."

Mo Shanan quickly picked up another bun and quickly swallowed the last bite. "Well, I got it."

"Huh? This benefactor, the young monk sees that you have a great talent and you are a good candidate for cultivation. Do you want to join our sect?"

The sweeping monk who was chanting was the same monk who persuaded Mo Shanan to give up the three thousand trouble threads last time.

Di Moxiao allowed the man to talk nonsense and just asked lightly, "Qinglian?"

Although they look very similar, their personalities are completely different. I was a little surprised when I saw him last time on the demon clan.

"It turns out that the donor knows the young monk's name, that's great. Does the donor seek out the poor monk because he wants to become a monk?"

"........."

Di Moxiao grabbed the other party's collar and dragged him away. The latter was dragged innocently by him holding a broom.

"This benefactor, if you have something to say, please tell me. I wonder where the young monk has offended you?"

"To shut up"

Di Moxiao frowned and threw him on the ground again. Since Qingnu knew he was here, it meant he was coming soon.

"Now I give you two ways, one is death, the other is"

"Little Monk Choose Two"

The man decisively chose the second one. As long as he didn't die, everything was easy to discuss.

"The donor wants this poor monk to do something. He will not do anything like murder and arson."

"Stay here and don't leave my sight, otherwise,"

"boom"

Di Moxiao tore a small house next to him into two halves with a wave of his hand.

"Ah, the little monk's house."

Di Moxiao ignored the man's painful howl, and the chill in his eyes made him successfully shut his mouth.

Qinglian held her head in annoyance. If she had known better, she would have followed her master down the mountain, so that she would not have encountered such a weird man.

I couldn't run away and couldn't fight again, so I could only accept my fate and ask, "Can the little monk continue cleaning?"

The corners of Di Moxiao's mouth curled up, and the smile didn't reach his eyes, but it made people feel scared.

"What do you think?"

The completely silent monk could only sit on the steps holding a broom and thinking about where he had offended this living king of hell.

"I'm so exhausted, I can't crawl anymore."

In the early morning, Mo Shanan followed the steps and climbed up. He definitely had a grudge against the steps in his life, otherwise why would they be so long every time with no end in sight?

"Why don't we fly up?"

He just doesn't understand. Doesn't it have spiritual power? Why are you so embarrassed?

Mo Shanan had an idea, yes, why didn't he fly up!

He showed his wings and flapped them happily, finally finding a way to not get tired.

When Qing Nu saw the black wings behind him, she had some complicated emotions on her face. Is he a cub of the Yu tribe?

"Are you from the Yu clan?"

Mo Shan'an curled his lips disdainfully, why did growing a pair of wings have something to do with the Feather Clan?

"This young master is not from the Yu tribe"

"But you,"

Mo Shanan took out the meat bun from his arms, took a vicious bite, and yelled at the woman fiercely, "If you have wings, you are a member of the Yu tribe. Ni is also delusional. Why is Ni not a mental patient?"

Qingnu didn't know what he was talking about in unclear words. She didn't understand and didn't want to understand. This would only waste her time.

Along the way, Mo Shanan felt like a delusional mental patient. Sometimes he doubted whether the Qinglian God really existed.

If she wasn't there, wouldn't he be able to get rid of this woman? It's terrible!

"Is the Qinglian God you admire really on this mountain?"

"It's impossible for me to be wrong about this matter about the reincarnation of God."

The woman's firm expression made Mo Shanan feel at ease. You must make no mistake.

With the blessing of wings, someone could comfortably eat the meat buns on his hand, complaining in his heart, "I don't know what kind of man would make the other person crazy like this."