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

The news that Yu Ji brought back to Yu Lieping made him restless, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"The demons are going too far, demanding exorbitant prices."

No, how could Yu Lieping possibly hand over the Feather Clan's possessions to his enemy?

“Grandpa, if we don’t give it to him, Mo Shitian said he will come to collect it in three days. How can our Feather Clan resist?”

Yu Lieping had no choice but to go to the Dragon Clan again. "Only the Dragon Clan can stop Mo Shitian."

"Yu Ji, let's go to the Dragon Clan."

Yu Ji had a premonition that since Di Moxiao hadn't made any moves in the Wilderness last time, he probably wouldn't this time either.

When Molu arrived at Dragon God Mountain, he encountered the Feather Clan and smiled.

"What, are the Feather Clan so eager to offer up the Feather Pearl?"

Yu Lieping stared at him with a dark expression. "Don't push your luck. I'd rather destroy the Feather Pearl than give it to you."

"Alright, then we'll wait for the 'grand gift' the Demon Clan will send to your Feathered Clan in three days."

Molu's sarcasm was too much for Yu Lieping to bear, and just as he was about to make a move, the dragons descended.

"The Demon Lord sent us to tell you that this matter is between the Feather Clan and the Demon Clan. If you help him, we wouldn't mind paying a visit to Dragon God Mountain."

"The Dragon Lord is not on the mountain; you'll have to handle things yourselves."

The refusal was obvious; Di Moxiao seemed to know why they had come.

"Hahaha, did you hear that? Without the intervention of the dragons, I advise you to obediently submit to our Demon Lord, and maybe he will spare your life."

As Molu left, he couldn't help but sneer. It was truly gratifying. It wasn't that he was afraid of the dragons, but with the dragons' intervention, the old man would probably only be dragged out for another day.

Yu Lieping tried to force his way up the mountain, but Yu Ji stopped him.

"Grandpa, let's go quickly."

She had never suffered such humiliation before, and being rejected twice in a row today was too much for her to bear.

After the first few people left, the rest of the group came out.

"Yuehua, what do you think the Dragon Lord is really thinking?"

If the Feathered Clan is wiped out by the Demon Clan, what benefit will it bring to the Dragon Clan?

Yuehua glanced at the clueless latter and offered only a gentle reminder.

"Of course there are benefits. The appearance of the demon race signifies..."

He pointed to the sky, and Tenglong instantly understood, though he was somewhat taken aback.

"You mean, the Dragon Lord did it on purpose?"

"Ahem, it's good that you know, some things are better kept to yourself."

The Dragon Clan was bound by the Heavenly Dao after the Demon Clan was sealed away. Now that the Demon Clan has returned to the world, it means that their binding force from the Heavenly Dao will gradually weaken, which is great.

The news brought back by Mo Luo did not arouse any doubt in Mo Shitian. He twitched the corner of his mouth and thought, "Di Moxiao is quite the schemer."

The reason why Mo Shitian left the Wilderness so quickly was because Di Moxiao deliberately weakened the seal. The reason he sent Mo Luo to talk about this was just to remind the other party of their agreement.

Di Moxiao released him only for the sake of the Dragon Clan, and he originally disdained it, thinking he would come out sooner or later. However, a cub connected to him by blood suddenly appeared.

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword interrupted the man's thoughts. Mo Shitian narrowed his eyes and stared at the sword that had begun to stir.

"Foolish sword, I only took you out of the icy pool because he likes you, otherwise you would still be frozen."

"buzz"

"I don't understand, shut up."

Mo Shitian's forehead veins bulged slightly; he had no idea what the little guy liked about this stupid sword.

"Be quiet, wake him up, or I'll throw you into a volcano."

The Dragon-Dark Sword instantly fell silent, lying obediently on the table, as if it had all been the man's illusion.

Mo Shitian's lips twitched. He glanced at the person who was still fast asleep and left. The dragon clan is really tolerant, still worshipping it.

After the other party left, Long Mingjian started making a fuss again, this time directly coming to the bedside and waking someone up with the hilt of his sword.

Mo Shan'an had been sleeping for quite a while, but he woke up quickly. Although he was no longer sleepy, that didn't mean you could wake him up.

"What are you doing?"

"buzz"

"Go to sleep if you're bored."

Mo Shan'an suddenly regretted understanding its words and let out a deep sigh.

"Alright, I'll go shopping with you."

It was already dark outside. After opening the door, Mo Shan'an felt a strong urge to return to the moment he had agreed to it.

But the latter happily wandered around. Oh well, it was his good helper, and he always granted his little brother's requests. It was just a quick stroll.

Along the way, people bowed and greeted him, making him feel a little embarrassed.

"where are you going?"

The Dragon-Dark Sword, like a wild horse that has broken free, has been charging recklessly and has now flown into a courtyard.

Mo Shan'an tiptoed into the courtyard, quietly reached out and pushed open a crack, and then saw the Dragon-Dark Sword continuously harvesting small flowers with its blade.

"Hey"

This guy is even more of a scoundrel than him; he's squandered all the flowers in the yard.

Although he is the young master of the demon clan, what if word gets out that he is so openly indulging his younger brother in ruining other people's courtyards?

"Come back soon."

Long Mingjian even shook him a few times happily, gesturing for him to come in and play together.

Perhaps because it was nighttime, no one noticed them.

Mo Shan'an quietly went inside, intending to remove it so it wouldn't cause trouble in other people's yards.

Have you had enough fun?

"buzz"

Mo Shan'an stared speechlessly at the stupid sword that flew off again and was randomly poking at something.

"boom"

A sudden noise inside the room made Mo Shan'an's brow twitch. He glared at the sword that was still playing around with it recklessly and whispered, "I'm leaving. If you're not leaving, I'm leaving."

Just as Mo Shan'an was about to leave, he noticed that the door opened automatically. He paused for a moment, curiously standing still and looking over, but he didn't see anyone inside.

When I turned around, I found someone standing behind me.

Mo Shan'an recognized the old man as the one in the black robe who had been on stage earlier that day.

"Hahaha, little guy, what brings you here? Are you here to settle scores with this old man?"

"Look, you've ruined all the flowers and plants in my yard."

The scattered flowers looked particularly forlorn under the moonlight.

The Dragon-Dark Sword seemed to understand, and flew to Mo Shan'an's side with a buzzing sound, giving the little guy his support.

"It wasn't me, it was this thing."

Mo Shan'an patted the sword that was about to go and ruin other people's flowers in front of its master.

"buzz"

"Quiet down, can you beat him?"

The old man recognized the Dragon Sword as belonging to the Dragon Clan upon seeing it, but it was rather unusual that it was following behind a young demon lord and even entering demon territory.