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

"Your Highness!"

Mo Shan'an was often stopped while walking in the Dragon Clan, and the other party would take out a bunch of human snacks and feed them to him.

During his stay with the dragon clan, he visibly gained weight, and the baby fat he had lost gradually returned.

Mo Shan'an walked along, eating a candied hawthorn in each hand, glancing regretfully at the Dragon-Dark Sword following behind him.

"It's a pity you can't eat it, otherwise I would have shared some with you."

"buzz"

Long Mingjian also curiously joined in, seeing the little guy eating with relish, he wanted to try it too.

Strangely enough, the flower my baby was supposed to have a few days ago is nowhere to be found today.

That flower hasn't shown any signs of wilting after all these days. Mo Shan'an only took it out to study it yesterday, and it not only hasn't withered but has become even more vibrant.

They treasured the Dragon-Dark Sword immensely, and even studying it made them nervous.

Where are your flowers?

The "hum" sound disappeared.

The Dragon-Dying Sword sounded somewhat disappointed as it thought about this; it was clearly still there yesterday, but it was gone this morning.

"Gone?"

Mo Shan'an took a bite of the candied hawthorn and, sensing the disappointment in Long Ming Sword, comforted him, "It's alright. After we return to the Demon Clan, you can go to the old demon's place and look again. Maybe there's still some left."

"Buzz!"

"Wait a moment!"

Long Mingjian's mind was filled with nothing but flowers as he used the hilt of his sword to push Mo Shan'an forward.

"What's the rush? The flowers aren't going anywhere."

"Buzz" can run!

"Hmm, it won't run away."

Mo Shan'an kept chewing, then gave in because he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you find it." As for whether it's the same or not, that's not important.

They didn't actually return to the Demon Realm; they just wandered around the Dragon Realm, looking at which flowers grew the best.

flower!

Mo Shan'an's eyes lit up as he recalled someone's peach blossom grove, where there were so many flowers that it was dazzling to choose from.

"Come on, I'll take you to find a pretty one."

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword indicated that he only liked the previous one.

Mo Shan pretended not to hear. He couldn't find the flower from before, and his intuition told him that the flower might really be the old demon's treasure.

He sneaked into Di Yexuan's peach blossom forest with the Dragon's Eye Sword, peered inside from outside the barrier, and tightly gripped the restless Dragon's Eye Sword in his right hand.

We sneaked in.

If someone finds out they're there to pick his flowers, he'll throw them out without a second thought.

However, Mo Shan'an heard from other members of the Dragon Clan that Di Yexuan had gone down the mountain to the human race these past few days and would not return for several days.

"buzz"

Alone with his sword, he glanced left and right like a thief. Once he was sure there was no one inside, Mo Shan'an coughed softly, put his hands behind his back, and swaggered in with the Dragon Meditation Sword.

"We're just here to admire the flowers, why do we have to act like thieves!"

"Buzz" is correct

The Dragon-Dark Sword also arrogantly charged ahead. Compared to Di Moxiao, it could still afford to offend Di Yexuan.

The saying "like master, like master" is absolutely true, especially when it comes to them.

Once inside the flower grove, they began to let loose and enjoy themselves.

"Buzz buzz buzz" flower flower flower

"wine wine wine"

Each person and swordsman acted separately, with a clear objective: one sought flowers, the other sought wine.

Mo Shan'an wrinkled his nose and sniffed around. He had been craving Di Yexuan's wine for a long time, and finally, the other party was not around.

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword circled around but couldn't find anything it liked. Turning back, it saw Mo Shan'an sniffing something like a canine cub.

"found it!"

"Buzz?"

Mo Shan'an happily walked to a peach tree, took a deep sniff, and ah, the aroma of wine was overflowing!

He frowned as he looked at his hand, then at the Dragon Meditation Sword that was approaching, a smirk playing on his lips as he stared at it with gleaming eyes.

"Buzz!"

"Hey, we're practically family, can I borrow you for a bit?"

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword couldn't escape even if it wanted to, so it could only resign itself to following the little guy's commands, sticking out wherever he pointed.

Half an hour later, the man, his cheeks flushed from drinking, leaned comfortably against the Dragon's Eye Sword, grinning foolishly as he touched the hilt and asked in confusion, "Dragon's Eye, why are you shorter?"

The entire blade of the Dragon's Eye Sword lay at an angle, avoiding the cub's wandering hands, lest he accidentally get cut.

"buzz"

"Shh, don't make any noise"

"Snapped"

The Dragon-Dark Sword had to dodge the blade while protecting the cub, leaving it completely immobile.

When Di Moxiao arrived, he saw this scene. He stepped forward, picked up the little drunkard with one hand, and asked in a dangerous tone, his gaze falling on the Dragon Eye Sword.

"You sent him?"

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

Long Mingjian was completely fed up. It was clearly this brat who wanted to drink, what did it have to do with him?!

"Hey, how dare you! Let me go right now! Do you know who I am?!"

The cub was like a cat with its throat being choked, its head was dizzy, its limbs were struggling incessantly, and it kept uttering some harmless and threatening words.

"Young master's place, but..."

The cub's voice grew softer and softer, and it gradually stopped struggling. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to have fallen asleep.

"........."

Di Moxiao swayed from side to side several times, clearly drunk. He glanced at the empty bottle on the ground, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Well"

This movement probably made Mo Shan'an uncomfortable, and she even muttered a few words, "Where's my blanket?"

He even reached out and groped around. Helpless, Di Moxiao changed his position and hugged him in his arms. The next second, he smelled the smell of alcohol emanating from Mo Shan'an.

Looking at the cub curled up on his chest, its lips smacking a few times as if savoring the taste of the wine, he lowered his raised hand again.

Di Moxiao looked at the quiet Long Mingjian and said, "Don't bring him here next time."

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword stood innocently to the side, bearing a heavy burden of blame, but when it met someone's gaze, it obediently chose to keep quiet.

There are even more innocent victims; the former had just left when the latter returned.

Di Yexuan returned to the flower forest in a cheerful mood, but upon entering, he saw the peach blossoms lying in ruins. The smile on his lips vanished instantly, and he froze, completely still.

I walked slowly over with heavy steps, looking at the bottles scattered on the ground with a pained expression.

He hadn't been home for only a few days, and his house was burgled!

Di Yexuan's mind oscillated between calm and rage, finally erupting in a furious roar: "Mo-Shan-An!"

Di Moxiao also heard someone's roar, paused for a moment, then continued to leave as if nothing had happened.

As for Di Yexuan's retribution, Di Moxiao, who doted on his cub, simply ignored it. The child was still young, and besides, the cub was able to find the wine, so it wasn't his own fault.

Mo Shan'an suddenly jolted awake from his sleep; the wind in the room was too strong, making his back feel a little cold…