Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"Can you stop following me?"

As soon as Mo Shanan got up, someone followed him closely, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Little Master, please don't make things difficult for me. If you run away, I won't be able to explain to the Demon Lord."

No matter how much Mo Luo likes the young master, he cannot disobey the devil's orders.

"But, do you have the heart for me to fight with people from other clans?"

"Don't worry, my subordinate has asked the old demon to refine the elixir to ensure that the young master can come down intact."

"Haha, I really "thank you" you."

"This is also the Demon Lord's order, and it is also the Demon Lord's concern for the young master."

Mo Luo didn't know why Mo Jun let the young master come to power, but there must be his reason.

"...:"

This concern is too heavy

"Young Master?"

"Ahem, I'm going to find the old demon to get the elixir. You don't have to follow me, right?"

Mo Luo shook his head, "No, I have to pay attention to your whereabouts at all times."

Mo Shan'an gave up when he saw that the other party was not willing to accept oil or salt, nor would he accept soft or hard advice.

"Okay, if you want to follow, then follow."

Came to the familiar herbal garden and ran into the house quickly.

"Old demon, I'm back again"

“Just right”

Before Mo Shan'an could react, a bunch of bottles and cans were stuffed into his arms. He could only hold them and look up at him, his face full of shock.

"Is it all for me? Is it too much?"

He just participated in a competition and passed the test, right?

"Not much. I have thought about all the threats. This is to stop the bleeding, this is the Bone Renewal Pill, and it also replenishes spiritual power, replenishes blood, and, and..."

Mo Shanan watched as the other person hurriedly introduced to him the effects of each bottle, including which bottle should be taken for internal injuries and which one should be taken for vomiting blood.

"Wait, wait a minute"

"What's wrong? Which bottle did you forget?"

Not only did he forget which bottle, he didn't remember any of them at all.

"No, I'm just going up on stage to discuss and discuss. Why do I need to prepare so many elixirs?"

The cub's clear eyes fell into the old man's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, glanced at the man following him, and asked with confusion, "Didn't you make it clear to him?"

Mo Luo scratched his head, with a complicated expression on his face. He didn't know. This was the Demon Lord's decision.

Mo Shan'an looked at these two people in front of him and didn't know what information they were conveying.

"Little Master, I ask you, do you know what you are going to do this time?"

"I know, isn't it just to go and learn from the younger disciples of other tribes?"

Mo Shan'an had already thought about it. When he went there, he would catch someone about the same age as him. If that didn't work, someone seven or eight years older than him would be able to accept it. At least psychologically, he would definitely win.

"A "younger" disciple?"

The old demon opened his lips slightly several times, not knowing how to speak. It seemed that the little guy was kept in the dark.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that-!"

The other party's sympathetic eyes and hesitant expression told him that something was wrong and there was something fishy inside.

"Young master, there is something that the old man doesn't know whether to say or not."

"You don't have to talk about it"

"That's not possible. Frankly speaking, why do you think I have to prepare so many elixirs for you? No matter how young the disciple is, they are the strongest and most talented disciples of all races."

All races definitely want to be in the limelight at the conference, and organizing these is nothing more than bragging.

Mo Shan'an remembered what someone said to him last night, saying he was the youngest. It turned out that he was the youngest among them.

"cough cough"

Mo Luo saw that the young master's fleshy, round face had turned pale and pale with the naked eye.

The old demon stopped when he saw the latter's eyes. He thought that the other party was mentally prepared, but he didn't expect that the little guy didn't know anything about it.

The person who immediately understood what was going on shook his head and complained helplessly in his heart, "The Demon Lord is really immature. He even killed his own cubs."

"Ah ah!"

A fierce little angry sound echoed through the room, and even Long Mingjian, who was flying over, turned his head and left.

The two people present quickly covered their ears and looked at Mo Shanan who rushed out. They looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"Did the Demon Lord lie to the young master?"

"Well, the Demon Lord told the young master that this is a war message sent by various tribes to the Demon Clan."

The moment the old demon was stunned, Mo Luo disappeared into the house, seemingly looking for someone who had run away.

When Mo Shan'an arrived at the gate of the Demon Clan's main hall, he had already made up his mind. After entering, he would act violently and then roll around, seizing the opportunity so that the other party could not even say anything before turning around and running away.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath, staring at the closed door. He raised his foot and wanted to kick the door handsomely. Such an entrance could express his extremely angry mood at the moment.

"Boom"

The door doesn't move at all

Mo Shanan put his hands on his hips and found that the door had not been kicked open. Then he looked around awkwardly and was relieved when he found that no one was passing by.

This time there was no need to make any fancy moves. I pushed open the door of the main hall with my little hands, and after seeing the scene clearly, I silently closed it manually.

"Little Master, I forgot to tell you that the Demon Lord is talking to the elders."

Mo Luo arrived a step too late after all. Mo Shanan thought of how many pairs of eyes were staring at him just now, and it was too late to say anything.

"Haha, I already know."

Mo Xiotian had long known that someone was hiding outside the door, but he just wanted to see what he was going to do.

Several elders also looked at each other in confusion. When they saw the cub intruding, they also knew that the father and son had something to say, so they left.

"Little Master, the elders have left, you can go in."

The corners of Mo Shanan's mouth twitched slightly. What should he say now that he's in? The atmosphere of contrast was interrupted by Wu Qingmo.

But in order not to die on the spot tomorrow, he still had to fight for it.

"Have you thought about it?"

Mo Xiotian knew what the little guy was doing here without even thinking about it. He narrowed his eyes and looked at someone who was squirming in the audience.

"Think about it, I think we demon clan has so many talented people, for example, Mo Luo is not bad, he is tall, mighty, and can fight."

"Mo Luo, do you think what this young master said is correct?"

Mo Shanan pulled the people who came in behind and started to recommend, but the latter didn't know what happened, so they could only answer bravely.

"Well, what the young master said is true, but this matter still requires the consent of the devil."

It means it’s useless for you to say so much.

Mo Xiotian raised his eyebrows, tall? mighty? His eyes gradually became darker, the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly condensed, and his calm tone was unpredictable.

"I don't think it's suitable. It wouldn't be honorable to win with Mo Luo's strength. Only you are the most suitable."

"This will also let them know that the future demon master of my demon clan can beat them into defeat at a young age."

Did Mo Shanan underestimate him, or did the other party underestimate him?

Could it be that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

"But, but, have I ever been able to fight?"

Mo Shanan raised his eyes and met the man's meaningful smile. After a full minute, he compromised.

Well, he can.

"Father, I have to leave first."

He was going to ask the old demon now if he had any charming medicine, the kind that would make him faint when he smelled it and fascinate the enemy. This was safer than those blood-enhancing pills.

"Magic"

"The subordinates are here"

He was suddenly stopped by the Demon Lord, especially since the other party's face looked very ugly.

"Young Master, you think I am not tall enough? Mighty?"

Cold sweat almost broke out on Mo Luo's forehead. That sharp gaze kept falling on him, making him not sure how to answer.

"Go down"

"Yes, I am resigning."

After leaving the main hall, Mo Luo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. For a moment, he seemed to see murderous intent emerging from the Demon Lord.