Reborn as Xiao in another world, targeted by the little red bird

Chixing and Xiaolong argued for quite a while, but finally, probably because they were tired, both sides calmed down.

One of them squatted in the eggshell, and the other lay outside the egg, and they broke the eggshell together to eat.

For a moment, the only sound in the space was the crisp sound of "crunching", as if someone was eating biscuits here.

Chixing was eating happily when suddenly he felt a sharp gaze coming from behind, making him feel uneasy.

It was holding an eggshell in its mouth, and when it turned its head, it found that it was the mountain god who was staring down at it.

It felt a bad feeling in its heart, and its chewing of the eggshell froze, and it looked at the green goblin for help.

Akahoshi: Help! He seems to want to eat me!

In fact, Chixing's behavior is no different from stealing other people's breast milk, but its owner Xiao is not aware of this and even gives his own eggshell to Chixing to eat. Therefore, Chixing does not think there is anything wrong with eating a bite of the little dragon's eggshell.

Of course, Green Xiao didn't understand why the Mountain God was staring at Red Star. After receiving Red Star's pleading look, he cast a puzzled look at the Mountain God.

So the mountain god withdrew his gaze.

For the sake of Green Goblin, the Mountain God decided not to bother with Red Star's behavior of stealing food.

With the joint efforts of the two little guys, the eggshell was eaten clean in a short time, and the whole body of the little dragon was revealed to everyone.

It was about half a meter long, pink all over, without any scales covering it. It had a pair of fleshy wings on its back, like two featherless chicken wings, and looked a bit funny.

At this moment, it was crawling towards the mountain god reluctantly, looking back every few steps, but every time it happened to be blocked by the red star.

Chi Xing: "Don't look at it, this one is mine, the one in front of you is yours!"

Xiaolong: "Tsk, stingy, then give me back the eggshells you ate."

Akahoshi: "Impossible, I earned it by my own ability."

Xiaolong: "Okay, okay, just wait for me!"

As the little dragon approached, the mountain god became flustered again.

The little dragon was too small for him. Once it got too close to him, it would easily fall into his blind spot.

He wanted to get close to the little dragon, but at the same time he was worried that he might accidentally crush the little dragon to death if he wasn't careful.

After some fiddling, the mountain god finally got the little dragon onto his finger.

He extended his finger to the green goblin and tried to sell it once again: "It likes you very much."

The distance between him and the green goblin suddenly shortened, and Xiaolong was very happy. He shook his head and shouted "Awoo awoo" at the green goblin. The sound reached the green goblin's ears and was automatically translated into a boyish voice calling "brother".

Then, the mountain god righteously corrected him, "Call him uncle, the generations shouldn't be mixed up."

No one knew how the mountain god calculated seniority, but after hearing this, Xiaolong's face immediately fell, and he slapped the mountain god's fingers in frustration.

Dad…Mom…never mind, it’s not important.

Old Dragon, do you know how to sell? If you don’t understand, just shut up and don’t make things worse.

Soon, the very precocious little dragon stopped flapping the mountain god's fingers.

The mountain god's skin was too hard and it hurt its claws when I hit it.

Even though the old man and the young boy tried their best to promote it, Green Xiao still shook his head.

Chixing squatted beside Green Xiao and gave Xiaolong a boastful look, which made Xiaolong so angry that he turned his back and stopped looking at Chixing and Green Xiao.

Back to the point, refusing to accept that the little dragon doesn’t belong to Green Xiao, but to Xiao.

Green Xiao is indifferent to this matter. After all, even if the result is "agree", he will not be the one to take care of the cubs.

The reason why Xiao refused was very simple, it would be very embarrassing.

When Mozuche handed the egg to him, he had specifically emphasized that he should not let the hatched cubs recognize him as a relative.

If he were to take Xiaolong, who recognized him as his godfather, back home, the mere thought of it made him so embarrassed that he would want to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his feet.

The mountain god liked the green goblin very much, but if the other party insisted on refusing, he would not force it.

At the same time, the sad little dragon lay listlessly on the mountain god's nails, like a dragon trunk that had lost all desire to live.

The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and both sides didn't know what to talk about for a moment.

Finally, Green Xiao took back the triumphant Red Star and left, saying that he had something else to do.

A long staircase was built in the pool again, and after coming up from the bottom of the pool, Green Xiao handed over control of his body to Xiao.

On the way back, Xiao was thinking about how to cook the fish he caught, until he returned to the city and met Mo Zuche on the street.

Xiao was moving too fast, and the scent of wind and snow still lingered on his body. Therefore, Mo Zuche could tell at a glance that he had just returned from Baihe Mountain.

He touched his chin and guessed that Xiao should have gone to the mountain god to solve the problem of hatching eggs.

Mo Zuche immediately showed a look of joy, but then he noticed that Xiao's face was not very good, and he came back alone without a cub by his side.

The eggs didn't hatch?

The joy on Mo Zuche's face gradually faded, and his intuition told him that the result might not be that simple.

Before Xiao could speak, he said, "This is not the place to talk."

Mo Zuche took Xiao and booked a private room in a nearby restaurant. When the waiter went to the kitchen to announce the dishes to be served, he asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time.

"How's it going?"

Meeting Mo Zuche's expectant gaze, Xiao coughed dryly and spoke uncomfortably, "I just went to the Mountain God. Now I have good news and bad news."

Mo Zuche's eyes darkened slightly: "What's the good news?"

"The eggs can be hatched and have already hatched."

"That's bad news..." Mo Zuche had a bad premonition in his heart.

"The mountain god won't allow you to take his child."

"The child of the mountain god?" Mo Zuche was slightly stunned. His understanding of the mountain god was still stuck on the dragon vein left by an emperor of Liang State.

He leaned his hands on the table, his emotions boiling. "You said my eggs belonged to the mountain god?! What's going on?"

Xiao told what he knew.

After hearing this, Mo Zuche felt as if all his strength had been drained away and he fell back into his chair.

As he moved, a harsh friction sound was heard in the room.

He looked dazed and his eyes were somewhat distracted.

How can this be?

They are all dead, everyone is dead. We have invested so much time, energy and money, but in the end, it is all in vain?

Who can accept this?

A minute later, he took a deep breath, his eyes regained focus, and he looked at Xiao and said, "Take me to see the mountain god."

He wanted to go to the mountain god to get his things back.

Xiao agreed to help.

The two of them didn't even have time to eat, and immediately set off for Tianchi Lake in Baihe Mountain, leaving behind the confused clerk with hot meals in his hands, facing the empty room with only a small stack of silver and coins on the table.

……

Even without the scales given by the mountain god, Xiao can still overcome the numerous obstacles in the mountain and reach the top.

But when he saw the snow-covered mountains and forests, he was stunned.

The wall of wind and snow that originally separated Baihe Mountain into two seasons disappeared, and even the raging wind and snow on the other side of the wall had stopped.

There is no doubt that this is the work of the mountain god.

Xiao had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't say them out loud. The current atmosphere was not conducive to chatting.

He silently took Mo Zuche and continued to rush up the mountain.

Without any obstruction from the maze and extreme cold, the two of them quickly reached the slope near the top of the mountain.

The dark tundra spread out before them, dotted with specks of color: red, yellow, green, and all sorts of other colors.

At the end of the field of vision, a golden dragon stood on the mountain peak, its folded metal wings covering the top of the mountain. Its upper body was looming in the clouds and mist lingering on the top of the mountain, like a majestic Dharma image.

The mountain god came out?

Seeing the familiar huge figure, Xiao paused for a moment and continued to move forward, but after taking a few steps, he realized that Mo Zuche did not follow him.

He stopped and looked back, only to see Mo Zuche still standing there, looking up at the huge monster on the top of the mountain, his eyes wide open and his body trembling slightly.

Mo Zuche was just an ordinary person whose bloodline had awakened. Even if the mountain god did not deliberately use pressure on him, his body was inevitably out of control the moment he saw the mountain god's true form.

This is a fear engraved in the blood and bones. Only a certain level of determination and ability can break through the shackles of this biological level.

Obviously, he had none of those things.

A few seconds later, an equally terrifying, yet benevolent aura appeared beside him, and he immediately felt the pressure on his body ease.

The stunning young man with golden eyes blocked his view, preventing him from seeing the mountain god. Only then did he come back to his senses from his fear.

It was only then that he realized that the short and handsome boy was able to block his view because he had been kneeling on the ground without him noticing.

"Do you want to continue?" Xiao asked lightly.

Mo Zuche did not answer, but lowered his head and looked at his kneeling legs.

The melted snow that had been accumulating under the grass now seeped out under the pressure of his weight, soaking his trouser legs, freezing his legs to the point of near numbness, and also dampening his confidence.

Let him snatch things from such a terrifying existence?

What a joke!

If he really did that, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

But... they are all dead...

After a while, Mo Zuche heard the sound of his teeth chattering, and at the same time, he heard his hoarse and dry voice.

"Go on," he said.