Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

It was finally their turn. Mo Shanan looked around and felt uncomfortable.

The two of them were just stuck in the middle, and next to them were little boys who were two heads taller than them.

"One kneels down as the master, the other receives the jade plaque, and officially becomes a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect."

Everyone started to do it. Only Mo Shan'an and Ming Qing were like wooden logs, not moving. Everyone looked at them.

"Why don't you kneel down?"

"I'm afraid you'll suffer,"

"No, it's not"

Mo Shanan wanted to cover the other person's mouth, but found that wearing a mask meant he could only get the upper hand. His younger brother had a bigger temper than him.

Now that I'm on someone else's territory, I'm afraid he'll say something that deserves a beating.

"Nothing, you think my Divine Sword Clan Temple is too small?"

Wan Jiansheng pretended to be serious, but he actually liked the white and round little cub. He was cute just by looking at it, but it was a pity that he couldn't see it with the mask on.

"is not what it means"

If Mo Yantian knew how to kneel down to his opponent, he would definitely break his legs.

"what does that mean?"

"It's just that we haven't decided yet. Don't look at us as small, but we are very independent."

Mo Shanan kicked someone who was silent, and Ming Qing twitched his lips. He didn't speak to him just now, but now she thought of him.

"Um"

"My younger brother has been quite individual since he was a child. Hehe, he doesn't like talking to strangers."

After hearing this, Mo Junlin raised the corners of his mouth slightly. This little guy's personality is a bit like the little black dragon he picked up, a bit arrogant and a bit timid.

"Hahaha, you are indeed very personal."

Wan Jiansheng did not make things difficult for them, and the Divine Sword Sect would not do anything that would make things difficult for others, let alone just two children.

"If that's the case, then you can stay here first and it won't be too late until you think about it clearly."

Everyone had no objection to the leader's words. After all, who would care about a two or three-year-old child? Maybe he doesn't understand what the Divine Sword Sect is.

"Let's go, future senior brother, I will take you to dinner."

Zeng Shaoyang was one step ahead of Jian Xiaoling and abducted the cub. The angry man behind him said in annoyance, "Elder brother, aren't you going to have breakfast?"

"You go ahead, I have something to report to the leader."

"Okay, I'll ask the chef to leave a portion for you."

Seeing that his master and senior brother had something to say, Jian Xiaoling bowed respectfully and left, closing the door before leaving.

"What do you want to tell me, Master?"

"Last night, there seemed to be strange movements in the Spiritual Tower, and they were stronger than usual."

Mo Junlin was worried that the seal would not last long, and wanted to know what was inside?

"Disciple, I dare to ask, what is being suppressed in the Spirit-Suppressing Tower?"

Sooner or later, Wan Jiansheng had to find out. He slowly stepped down from the chair and told him about the origin of the Spirit-Suppressing Pagoda.

"Back then, the head of the Divine Sword Sect was afraid that the demons would produce resentful spirits after their death. At that time, the Divine Sword Sect was just established and there could not be any accidents."

"So their bones were sealed in the tower. Just in case, the blood symbols were painted with the blood of the demons who died."

In this way, it is more effective and longer-lasting than ordinary people's blood. In fact, it is just an excuse.

At that time, I didn’t know where I heard that dead demons can be refined and used by others, and they need to be locked up for thousands of years.

Mo Junlin raised his head and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. He could not accept this answer.

He remembered the last time he went to the Dragon Clan and heard the words of Demon King Xiang Wuye at the door. It turned out that they were all true.

"Child, I know you want to ask why? I also wanted to ask why I did that."

He had thought about this question for a long time. From the moment he took over as the leader and learned the truth, after so many years, he still could not face the resentful Tower of the Dead.

Wan Jiansheng once tried to send these dead souls to the underworld, but he could not open the underworld cave at all, not to mention, it was too late.

How could they eliminate the grievances that had been accumulated for thousands of years? If they were released, they were afraid of harming the people at the bottom of the mountain, so they could only delay it for a while.

"Can we ask the demons for help?"

When Mo Junlin said this, he wanted to laugh sarcastically. They had massacred so many demons, and it was good that Mo Shitian didn't come to settle the score.

"Alas, this incident all started with our Divine Sword Sect. The cycle of cause and effect, even if Mo Xiantian is willing to come, it will only be the beginning of a big war."

"So, those demons who died were all old, weak, women and children?"

Mo Junlin has his own bottom line. He does not kill good monsters or cubs. People are divided into good and evil, and the same goes for other races.

Wan Jianzong didn't dare to look at his disciples' eyes. As far as he knew, most of them were actually women, children, and cubs.

There was even a record in the file, but it was burned by the previous head.

"A few days ago, my disciple discovered traces of the Yu clan in a sycamore forest in a deep mountain. Do you think this is ridiculous? Everyone in the world says that the Yu clan was massacred by the demon clan."

But when he thought about it, the Demon Clan people did not seal the dead bodies of the Yu Clan so that they could not be reincarnated.

Mo Xiantian's methods were very cruel, but he did not massacre the women and children of the Yu tribe as the world said, so he did not see the bodies of women and cubs when he was cleaning the battlefield.

"Jun Lin, my master told you that human greed is sometimes more terrifying than monsters."

"Disciple, please retire first."

Wan Jiansheng looked at the man's disappointed back. Just like him before, he couldn't accept this gloomy sect, but he finally compromised.

"Senior brother, I brought you food. Look, I also brought my future junior brother with me."

Fortunately, Mo Shanan was wearing a mask, otherwise his face might have been rubbed away.

While having breakfast, the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who passed by squeezed his hand and poked him a few times even though he was wearing a mask.

"Your senior brother seems to have lost his soul."

Mo Shanan looked at the lost man. The person opposite didn't hear his words at all.

"The food has been delivered, can I leave?"

Jealousy transformed him beyond recognition when he thought that someone had gone back to his room and was fast asleep. It was all the fault of the person in front of him.

He said that the youngest brother had to bring food to the older brother. It was tradition. If he had known that he would eat faster, he would not have been caught.

"No, senior brother hasn't eaten yet."

As Jian Xiaoling spoke, he took the little guy's fleshy hand and said to him righteously, "According to the tenth sect rule of the sect, senior brother must obey unconditionally what he says."

"But, I'm not a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect yet."

Moreover, don’t think that he doesn’t understand anything at a young age and just talks nonsense. Which sect would set such weird rules! !

"It's not important. Alas, as soon as we talked like this, the senior brother disappeared."

"That's just right, I can go back to sleep."

But after saying this, he was about to turn around and go back to rest. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't have martial ethics. He picked up the tower with one hand and carried it on his shoulder, just like carrying rice.

"No, brother, you're stuck in my stomach!!"