After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Mo Shitian propped his forehead up and stared at the serious-looking little cub in front of him. It was squatting in front of the cave entrance, fiddling with something.

"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

The little cub, carrying a few shiny pebbles it had picked off the wall, pushed them to the other child, saying it wanted to take them with it.

A sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of Mo Shitian's heart. Did he even understand?

If it weren't for that group of people, he wouldn't have let the little guy leave. After all, the little guy had a foolish tendency to be tricked wherever he went.

"Ooh?"

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Mo Shan'an reminded him again, trying to jump onto his lap.

"This seat,"

In the end, Mo Shitian put everything into the phoenix feather he had given to the little guy. The space inside was more than enough to hold the cub's belongings.

In the following days, he painstakingly taught him how to extract the contents of the phoenix feather, at least the eggshell inside was what the little guy ate every day.

Otherwise, Mo Shitian feared that Mo Shan'an would starve to death within a day of leaving. As for the little guy's safety, he was more concerned about his enemies.

Mo Shitian, still worried, placed several forbidden demonic techniques on Mo Shan'an. With the added blessing of the Phoenix Feather, as long as he didn't target God Mo Xiao, the cub would only be able to bully others.

"Did you understand what I said?"

"Woo-hoo"

The cub nodded, but the glimmer of light in its head seemed to want him to pull it out.

Mo Shitian inputted a map into the little guy's sea of ​​consciousness. The location of the dot there was once the resting place of the demon race, which is now deserted and is the best place for the cub to live.

"Woo-hoo"

The cub felt slightly uncomfortable. When he met the red-clad man's gaze, a wave of bitterness welled up inside him, making him feel very uneasy.

Mo Shitian raised his hand and rubbed his head, cupping his cheeks in his hands to comfort him, "Wait a little longer, I'll be able to come find you soon."

"Woo-hoo"

Just in case, he also used magic to conceal the cub's wings, so that it would only look like a dragon cub. Even if those people were greedy, they would still have to be wary of those old dragons.

"Are you ready?"

"Woo-hoo"

Actually, what the cub was thinking was, couldn't he just wait at the cave entrance for the bad guy to come? That way, he wouldn't have to steal it; he could just snatch it directly.

Mo Shitian frowned, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, but in the end he still saw him off.

He bit his fingertip and used his blood to draw a mysterious symbol in the air. Instantly, a light shone in the cave, and the spot where the cub had just stood was nowhere to be seen.

The man in red's delicate face darkened slightly. As if thinking of something, his pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes.

"Di Moxiao, I warn you to stay away from him, otherwise, when I return to the world, your dragon clan will never have peace."

There seemed to be a slight ripple in the air, and then the aura that Mo Shitian loathed finally disappeared.

He knew that the little guy's departure from the wilderness would inevitably attract Di Moxiao's attention, because the medium for leaving was the bracelet he had given to Mo Shan'an, and it was impossible not to alarm him.

Mo Shan'an, having left the wilderness, landed on a tree branch and became stuck there, no matter how it tried to move it, it remained firmly wedged between the branches.

The cub's face was filled with speechlessness and resignation. Mo Shan'an had a headache; how did he end up hanging in the tree? Wasn't he fighting that scorpion?

Upon regaining his memories, Mo Shan'an suddenly had a flood of memories about what he had been doing all this time. After sorting it out, he was even more speechless at his own incompetence, having been foolishly tricked into stealing things by someone!

The key point is, looking back now, that person was actually lying to him. Who would use that kind of expression to lure a child into stealing, especially something belonging to an enemy? Even a fool wouldn't let a young child steal it.

Mo Shan'an covered his head with both hands. My God, how could he be so stupid? This kind of stupidity is definitely not him!

"Woo-hoo woo-hoo"

Help! Is anyone there?

He called out for a long time, but no one passed by; the only people he saw were some flying insects.

Mo Shan'an suddenly remembered that he still had a pair of wings. He tried to peek over his back, and sure enough, they were stuck right in the middle of his stomach.

Where are my wings?!

He stared helplessly at his legs, trying to use the strength in them to move them a little.

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an has been hanging on the tree for almost half an hour. Fortunately, the tree has leaves to block the sun, otherwise he would have fainted from the intense heat.

"squeak"

what sound?

He suddenly heard a noise under the tree. He looked up and saw a squirrel with fruit in its arms staring at him warily through a hole in the tree.

"Woo-hoo woo-hoo"

Help! Come and give me a hand, Squirrel Bro!

Mo Shan'an said with a heavy heart that he is no longer the big brother with younger brothers in modern times.

The brown squirrel glanced at the chubby, black baby, worried that it might fall and damage its burrow entrance.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak," little cub, get off my big tree quickly.

After saying that, he threw the fruit in his hand at Mo Shan'an's head, hitting him right on the forehead.

"!!!"

"Oh my god!" Mo Shan'an stared wide-eyed at the arrogant animal. "I'm being bullied by a little squirrel!" His temper was starting to flare up.

"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

Let's have a one-on-one fight if you dare.

Sparks flew between the two creatures, one large and one small, of different species. In the squirrel's eyes, the cub was provoking it, trying to steal its territory and claim it for itself.

If Mo Shan'an could hear the other person's true feelings, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood. Who would want to take this lousy tree hole? He wouldn't even take it if it were given to him for free.

Next, Mo Shan'an was hit by pine cones one after another, and even the pine cones that the other person felt sorry for turned into stones.

"You son of a bitch!"

As Mo Shan'an was hit, the tree branch seemed unable to bear its weight and suddenly broke.

"Well"

When he saw that he was about to land, he instinctively covered his face.

Although it wasn't far from the ground, falling down would at least hurt for a while, but when it was still half a meter from the ground, it suddenly started to slow down.

Mo Shan landed steadily on the ground. He spun around in disbelief. He was really alright. Hahahaha, could it be that this body has a talent for slowing down?

The squirrel ignored the silly little one; since it had already fallen out of its territory, it let it go and darted back into its burrow.

Mo Shan'an wanted to argue with it again, but when he looked up, he found that it had already run away. How boring, so boring.

He looked around and saw dense jungle everywhere, with rabbits occasionally popping out of the grass. He swallowed hard; braised rabbit meat.

As he thought about it, he got hungry and remembered that Mo Shitian had told him that the things were hidden in the feathers he wore around his neck.

Mo Shan'an found a relatively quiet place, closed his eyes, and silently thought about what he wanted to eat. Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, the eggshell appeared in front of him.

It's so convenient. I smelled it and there's no other odor. It keeps things fresher than a refrigerator.

After eating and drinking his fill, he thought of what the man had said. His adoptive father had actually been quite good to him since he hatched, except for occasionally calling him stupid.

During the time he lost consciousness, all his memories came flooding back, and he could feel the man's attitude towards him slowly shifting from indifference to a degree of indulgence.

For example, when he was teething, even though he clearly disliked him rubbing against his clothes, he never stopped him; at most, he would say a few words.

She also often bites his fingers and grinds her teeth at night, and plays with his hair, and men usually turn a blind eye to it.

Mo Shan'an lowered his eyes, feeling somewhat sad. He suddenly missed the other person. The words "father" no longer felt as awkward and complicated to him as they used to be; in fact, he felt a sense of longing for them.