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

"Take the princess back to heal her wounds"

"Yes

Seeing his granddaughter injured, he was furious. He glared at the little girl in front of him, then looked at the sword protecting her, and could only swallow his anger.

"The Dragon Sword is actually helping a demon cub. Does your dragon clan have some connection with the demons?"

Yu Lieping's implication was particularly clear: he was implying that the Dragon Clan was suspected of colluding with the Demon Clan.

Tenglong, with his fiery temper, couldn't take it anymore. He retorted angrily, "Yu Lieping, what does this mean? When the Feather Clan was almost trampled by the Demon Clan, who came to ask our Dragon Clan to help us?"

"Don't make a big deal out of nothing. The dragons have already been more than kind to you."

The Dragon Clan has had enough of supporting these fools over the years; Yu Lieping really thinks they're the Phoenix Clan.

"Soaring Dragon"

Yuehua stopped her from continuing; now was not the time to turn against them.

"Little one, where do you want to go?"

Mo Shan'an wanted to escape while they were arguing, but he was discovered.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm tired, I want to sit down."

He simply sat on the ground; it wasn't dirty anyway, so they wouldn't pay too much attention to me.

"buzz"

"Don't make a fuss."

The Dragon-Dark Sword hung somewhat aggrievedly at his feet, ignoring whatever it moved.

Yuehua's heart was filled with complicated feelings. Why did Longming Sword seem so familiar with this little guy? Could it be that they had known each other for a long time?

"Stop arguing. Our Dragon Clan will report this matter to the Divine Lord and let him make further plans."

Finally, amidst the resentment of the Feathered Clan, the Dragon Clan took Mo Shan'an away, placing him in the backyard to await the Dragon Lord's judgment.

The Dragon-Dark Sword also stayed inside, because it refused to leave the little guy, so there was no other way but to let them stay together.

"Ugh"

Mo Shan'an sighed, propped his cheek on his hand, and sat down in the chair. He counted that there were at least a dozen people guarding the door, and not even an ant could get in.

"Little one, I've brought you some food."

His voice carried a hint of excitement; he was probably a dragon youth in his early twenties. He had just defeated those people to earn the job of delivering meals.

"Do you like them? These are fruits that our dragon cubs like to eat."

Mo Shan'an looked at the various red and green fruits on the table, and one white one, and asked the other person with a puzzled expression, "What kind of fruit is this?"

"This is milk fruit; it's good for the cubs' health."

"Milk fruit?"

Under the man's expectant gaze, Mo Shan'an picked out the fruit with the white shell and firmly replied, "I don't want to eat this."

The baby's sweet voice successfully won the man's favor; it had been a long time since any baby dragons had appeared in the dragon race.

"Okay, then we won't eat them. Which one do you like? I'll peel it for you."

Mo Shan'an thought they would treat him the same way they would treat demons. Just the fact that he looked so much like someone made him feel guilty even when he tried to deny it.

These dragon people seemed to have a special fondness for him; for example, there were several people standing at the door watching him eat.

Mo Shan'an was happy to be free and gave orders without any hesitation. After eating seven or eight fruits, he was finally full and felt comfortable all over.

"Thank you, big brother."

"Hahaha"

The man, who was several hundred years old, felt rather embarrassed. He took the opportunity to rub the cub's head and even helped him tie his hair up simply.

The little guy in front of me was already good-looking, but now with his smooth forehead exposed and his chubby face completely uncovered, he looked even more adorable. I wonder what it would feel like to pinch his cheeks.

Mo Shan'an subconsciously covered his cheek, staring warily at the man who reached out his hand. This familiar gesture was exactly the one he used to pinch that chubby boy.

"Hahaha"

The other person awkwardly withdrew their hand and could only leave reluctantly. What a pity, they were just a hair's breadth away from getting a pinch.

"buzz"

After the man left, Long Mingjian kept wandering around, curiously observing everything in the corner.

"Sigh, do you think we can still escape?"

"buzz"

"I'm not going to give up so easily."

"buzz"

Like a foster father encouraging his cub, the Dragon-Ming Sword kept reassuring the little guy, telling him that if that guy came, it would go to guard the Cold Pool.

"I know, I'm trying to figure something out, don't rush me."

Mo Shan'an rolled his eyes at the cowardly sword. Could it really break that chain? He seriously doubted whether Mo Shitian was lying to him.

after an hour

Mo Shan'an had searched every corner of the house, but there wasn't a single hole, let alone a window; several people were guarding the windows.

"How about we take a break?"

"buzz"

Lying on the bed with only his sword, Mo Shan'an, with a "laissez-faire" mentality, figured he might as well make the best of it; this was all he could do for now.

After he fell asleep, Di Moxiao appeared in the room, walked to the bedside, looked at the little boy on the bed and fell into deep thought. Then, after glancing at the object next to him, he raised his hand and waved it, causing the Dragon Meditation Sword to fall directly from the bed to the ground.

"buzz"

"To shut up"

Hearing the familiar voice, the sound of swords grew softer and softer, but she was still worried about what Di Moxiao might do to the little one on the bed.

"go back"

This time, Di Moxiao didn't want to hear its voice at all. He swept his hand, and the Dragon Meditation Sword disappeared on the spot, its whereabouts unknown.

The movement was a little too loud, and Mo Shan'an was awakened. After feeling the movement by the bed, he opened his eyes groggily, thinking that Jian was trying to drag him away again.

But once he saw the person standing in front of him, he came to his senses.

Mo Shan'an forced a smile and greeted him, "Hi," but also wanted to say something more: "You're here so late at night instead of sleeping, what have you done to deserve this?"

Unfortunately, this wasn't the time for banter; his smile almost froze before he heard the other person speak.

"He asked you to come?"

Di Moxiao wanted to find him, but not in this kind of situation. Now that people from all clans were gathered in the Dragon Clan, Mo Shitian would not have let the little guy run here. Otherwise, he would not have gone to such lengths to help him escape the pursuit.

Mo Shan'an knew who the man was talking about, but he couldn't lie to the person in front of him, which made him feel very awkward.

"No, I found it myself."

"Why come here? Because of the Dragon-Dark Sword?"

As expected of the Dragon Lord, Di Moxiao got straight to the point, describing Mo Shan'an as a child caught being scolded by his parents for doing something wrong.

"Um"

Just as he had expected, seeing the cub obediently tilting its head back, not daring to look directly at him, Di Moxiao's cold face softened slightly.

"Why did you steal that stupid sword?"

Mo Shan'an thought he had misheard, but when he looked up, he found the man was very serious and his tone was very earnest, as if he had really done something stupid by coming here.

"Hmm, then I'll make it a little smarter next time?" Can you give it to me?

After he said that, the atmosphere between the two became a little strange. Even Mo Shan'an himself felt that he was too shameless, and he scratched his face embarrassedly.