Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

Jian Xiaoling heard them arguing and quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Stop arguing, now is not the time to argue about this."

"Junior brother, haven't you read the records in the library? Mo Xiotian is an ominous person. No one born in the Yu clan would be dressed in black."

Facing his senior brother's questioning, Jian Xiaoling did not dare to meet Mo Shanan's probing eyes. He had indeed read the secret record, and what was written in it was the same as what the man said.

"Is the color black ominous? Are you so superficial that you judge a person by his color?"

With his eyes closed, Mo Shanan could think of the life the man had lived before. He was laughed at by everyone and regarded as ominous by everyone, just because of the color?

He clenched his hands vigorously and stared at the man in front of him with increasingly cold eyes.

"Even if he becomes the Demon Lord, it won't change the fact that he was once despised by the Feather Clan. Ominous is ominous. I heard that since he still has a bloodline, he is definitely not a good person. He is a raccoon dog from the same breed."

The people watching the show laughed and said, "As the saying goes, like father, like son."

"Oh, you are so protective of Mo Xiotian, are you a spy sent by the demon clan?"

When the man was talking, he didn't forget to reach out and push the little guy in front of him who was talking back to him.

Mo Shanan staggered back a few steps and looked at the sneering man in front of him. His eyes flashed with red light, and the smile on the mask was in sharp contrast to his current heart.

"Second Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

Jian Xiaoling stood in front of the little guy. He knew how the man in front of him behaved in the Sword Sect. He often bullied people based on his seniority. This was a common thing.

"Junior brother, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. I'm just teaching the newcomers some rules."

The man glanced at the people next to him, and four or five disciples of the Divine Sword Sect pulled Jian Xiaoling out and surrounded him to prevent him from coming forward to help.

"Second senior brother, he is still a child, please don't mess around."

Jian Xiaoling was surrounded and couldn't break free. Hearing what they said became more and more outrageous, he was about to call his senior brother for help, but his mouth was covered.

"Hmm? Hmm!"

"Junior brother, please don't make things difficult for us. It's not like you don't know what Second Senior Brother is like."

Jian Yifeng slowly walked up and wanted to teach this arrogant little thing a lesson and let him know what it meant to respect teachers.

"You have to pay a price for hitting me. Have you thought clearly?"

"what?"

"You are just a child without a father and a mother. No wonder you defend that devil so much. You are just showing sympathy for the same thing."

But even a little guy who wasn't even recognized by the Divine Sword Sect dared to talk to him like that.

If Jian Yifeng hadn't inquired about his life experience, he would have thought he was a relative of the emperor.

The golden eyes under the mask were already glowing red, and were slowly fading away from the light golden color, and the demonic energy in the body condensed into a ball.

The black mass of Zhenling Tower seemed to sense the demonic energy on Mo Shanan's body, and attacked the sword at the top of the tower like crazy.

However, the sword array still let out an uneasy sound, warning everyone that they could no longer hold on.

"They said you bullied me and they wanted to kill you."

The little cub's tone was like a reminder, and the movement in the tower became louder and louder, making Jian Yifeng take a step back in horror.

"What are you talking about? Where did they come from? I think you are crazy."

Mo Shan'an heard the hoarse voice in his head and curled up his lips and smiled.

"It's coming"

"You are,"

"Click"

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds as they looked at the Spirit-Suppressing Tower that had begun to crack. Could it be that the cubs were referring to them as things in the tower.

A burst of black viscous liquid flowed out from the broken tower body, and it poured out continuously. The smell was extremely unpleasant.

"not good"

The disciple of the Divine Sword Sect summoned his sword back and stared warily at the black-red mist in the sky.

Mo Junlin suddenly appeared behind the black mist and forced them back a few meters with his own strength, but a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After being unable to resist, he retreated to the ground.

"Big brother"

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect surrounded the injured Mo Junlin. Just as the leader was away, the senior brother was the most powerful and prestigious person among them.

Now that he is injured, everyone is in chaos.

But no one paid attention to the black mist floating out of the fog. Mo Shanan noticed it, tilted his head and looked at the black mist in front of him, and stretched out his little hand to touch it, but was stopped by a voice.

"Don't touch it"

Mo Junlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the "simple" little guy in front of him with worry.

"Come slowly to my side"

He clenched the sword in his hand tightly. If the situation went wrong, Mo Junlin didn't have much confidence that he could save the other party.

"why?"

Mo Shanan did not listen to the man's advice and reached out to touch the black mist in front of him, but nothing happened.

Heiwu felt the familiar aura on his body and rubbed it several times.

Upon seeing this, Jian Yifeng quickly moved away from the person in front of him, pointed at him and said tremblingly, "He must be a member of the demon clan, hurry up, kill him quickly."

Mo Shan'an didn't react at all when he heard this. Instead, the obedient black mist in his hand instantly penetrated the man's body at a speed that no one could see clearly.

Mo Junlin had no time to stop him and saw Jian Yifeng falling to the ground in pain, wailing, bleeding from his facial features, and struggling to hold on to his body.

He was speechless and could only scratch his face with both hands, trying to get the things out of him.

"Second senior brother!"

Jian Xiaoling saw with his own eyes that in just a moment, the vibrant person turned into a mummy, and a wisp of blood-red mist emerged.

"what"

The other disciples of the Divine Sword Sect wanted to run away when they saw this, but the black mist in the distance gave them no chance to escape. The black mist was close behind them, and they could only wave their swords randomly.

"I told you it was going to kill him, but he didn't believe it? What a pity."

The innocent tone of the cub made those who didn't believe him at first feel like they were grasping at a life-saving straw.

"Then tell it to let us go."

"Yes, tell it quickly"

Mo Junlin was not like the others. He probably guessed the identity of the other party.

"You understand what it's saying, how can you make it stop killing innocent people?"

"Yes, An An, if this continues, the Divine Sword Sect will be destroyed."

Jian Xiaoling didn't know the identity of the little guy or the origin of those things. He only knew that if this continued, everyone would be in danger.

"Why should I help you?"

The moment Mo Shanan came into contact with the black mist, all the scenes of the Divine Sword Sect massacring demons appeared in his mind, and then a man soaked their corpses in a pool of blood.