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

The cub, which had already stepped out and was about to leave, silently retreated upon hearing the word "demon."

Mo Shan'an kept craning his neck forward, trying to hear what they were talking about. It sounded like they were all going to the same place.

"Once we've rested enough, we'll set off and try to arrive as early as possible."

Seeing that they had rested enough, Mo Junlin prepared to continue his journey.

Mo Shan'an looked regretful; he had thought he could find out something. He turned around and prepared to continue his journey.

After turning around, I didn't see a small stone in front of me, so I stepped on it, slipped, curled up, and rolled away. Damn it.

"Senior brother, what is this?"

Mo Shan'an suddenly felt as if the sun was being blocked. Three men were surrounding him, staring at him and studying him like tourists in a zoo.

"Woo-hoo woo-hoo"

He made a few whimpering noises to confuse them, pretending to be an emotionless animal, and then quickly slipped away from their feet while they were distracted.

Mo Shan'an saw the wide road and smiled, thinking he had escaped. The next second, he was lifted up by a pair of unknown large hands.

"Woo-hoo"

Damn it, can you please stop pinching his neck? You always like to pinch his collar!

"Senior Brother"

Jian Xiaoling was almost fooled by this little guy, but why does he look so much like him?

"Is this a dragon cub? It looks a bit strange. Are there black dragons among the dragons?"

Mo Junlin examined the little guy in his hand. The latter was flailing its legs wildly, struggling haphazardly without any real threat. He even felt a little amused.

"Are dragon cubs really this weak?"

The disciples beside him also felt that this dark little guy, apart from having some dragon-like features, didn't look like one at all.

"Little one, where did you come from?"

Mo Shan'an stopped what he was doing, crossed his arms and groaned. Even while suspended in the air, he maintained his momentum and decided to rest before moving again to conserve his strength.

"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

I'm warning you, release me now, or else...

Before he could finish speaking, his cheek was pinched!

"Senior brother, it's quite cute. Why don't we take it back to the Divine Sword Sect and raise it?"

Jian Xiaoling especially liked the chubby cub, finding the little guy's threatening yet fierce appearance quite adorable, and wishing he could take him from his senior brother's arms.

Mo Junlin probably guessed that the cub in his hand was related to the dragon clan, because the little guy had dragon patterns on his bracelet. Bringing it back to the Divine Sword Sect was almost like bringing back an ancestor.

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an was genuinely afraid that this rather cute-looking man in front of him would take him home and raise him. Just kidding, he wasn't some cat or dog.

"Little guy, what are you saying? I don't understand. Woo-chih? What does woo-chih mean?"

Jian Xiaoling's mind and eyes were completely focused on this cub, leaving everyone around him speechless. How could you possibly understand that?

"Alright, this cub is probably from the dragon clan, so raising it is out of the question."

Mo Junlin was at a loss for what to do with the little guy. Should he leave it here or take it back to the Dragon Clan? Maybe it had sneaked out.

Jian Xiaoling sighed regretfully. What a pity! He had never seen such a pleasing cub before, yet he couldn't raise it.

"So, should we release it?"

"Woo-hoo woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an nodded quickly, "Yes, that's right, let him go."

"Look, senior brother, it agrees with me. It understands what I'm saying."

Mo Junlin glanced at it, and the cub's eyes revealed a glimmer of expectation as it stared straight at him, as if to say, "Please let me go."

He raised an eyebrow and, seeing the little guy's expectant gaze, said, "It looks like it ran away from the mountain. It probably wants us to take it back to the dragon clan. Let's be good people and see it off."

Mo Shan'an almost rolled his eyes. "Brother, where did you get the idea that I wanted you to send it back? Didn't you hear me make a sound?"

"That's great, then I can carry it the whole way."

Jian Xiaoling couldn't wait to take the little guy from his senior brother's arms, but the other party dodged him.

"Senior brother?"

"Well, it's safer if I hold him."

Jian Xiaoling stared at him with resentment in her eyes. He was holding her very steadily, so she told him to let her hug him.

"Alright, we should get going."

Mo Shan'an was simply ignored by them. From being picked up to being held in their arms, he didn't resist at all. He did resist, but he was suppressed by the man.

"Little guy, behave yourself, or I'll throw you down."

The man's threatening words reached Mo Shan'an's ears. Knowing that he was in the other man's hands, he could only glare at him.

"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

I'll remember you, young master.

You're welcome.

"Ooh!"

"Hmm, no need to praise me."

! !

This was the first time Mo Shan'an had ever seen someone with a thicker skin than him. He was so angry that he wanted to reach out and scratch him, but his hand was grabbed by the man.

Sword Xiao Ling, who was longing for the cub, felt that his senior brother might have said something wrong. The little guy's tone didn't sound like he was thanking him.

Mo Junlin stepped onto the sword, riding it, holding the cub in one arm and controlling the sword with the other.

This made Mo Shan'an dare not move at all. He had only played sword flight in games before, and had only seen it on TV in real life.

Now that I've actually experienced it, the wind is howling in my face, and I can't even open my eyes.

"Woo-hoo"

The little guy in his hands clearly made Mo Junlin sense his fear. He paused for a moment, then hugged him tightly and cast a spell to block the wind.

"You, a descendant of the dragon race, are actually afraid?"

What's wrong with dragons? Can't dragons be afraid? Who made that rule?

Mo Shan'an pretended to be dead and crashed headfirst into the man's arms, clinging tightly to his clothes with his limbs. "What are you saying? Anyway, I'm still a cub, I don't understand."

"........."

Mo Junlin was amused by the cub's actions and suddenly agreed with his junior brother's idea of ​​raising it, but he could only think about it; he still couldn't afford to offend the Dragon Clan.

Mo Shan'an closed his eyes, thinking about how to escape after going down. His original plan was to hide himself in the dragon territory before going in, so that no one would find him.

It seems that I can only wait until they rest before sneaking away. However, there are advantages to following them; at least I won't have to walk and it will shorten the time.

"Senior brother, it's asleep."

Jian Xiaoling had been keeping a close eye on the little guy's movements. Seeing the cub sleeping soundly in his senior brother's arms, he felt a strong urge to snatch it away.

"Um"

Mo Junlin noticed it, but his body was stiff and he dared not move, afraid that if he woke up the cub, it might start to make a fuss.

"Senior brother, can't we really keep it?"

Jian Xiaoling flew along on his sword, keeping pace with the man, and reached out to poke at the exposed claws.

"You can ask your master."

"Uh, no, no."

Jian Xiaoling thought about the consequences of asking his master. The little guy was cute, but his master was terrifying. It wouldn't be good if he were sent to the Sword Pavilion to cleanse his sword.