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

The old man was the oldest among the demons; he was already there before Mo Shitian came to the demon realm.

"The younger generation of the demon race all call me Old Demon, and the young master can also call me that."

"Old demon?"

This name is a bit strange.

"Come in and sit down. It's been a long time since I've seen a demon cub as small as you."

Mo Shan'an hesitated for a moment, but seeing the expectation in the old man's eyes, he silently followed him inside.

"Here, have something to eat."

"Thank you"

This was the first time Mo Shan'an had ever seen so many pastries, which the other party had simply waved casually over.

He found it amazing; he liked this kind of magic. His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the person opposite him.

"It's here!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

The old man burst into laughter, amazed that the Demon Lord's descendant was so naive.

"Can I learn?"

Mo Shan'an grabbed one in each hand, his big, round eyes staring at him. He was very obedient; he promised not to let Long Mingjian come over to cut the flowers again.

The old demon wanted to tease him, so he touched it and said in a deliberately mysterious tone, "This might be difficult."

Just as he expected, the little guy hung his head and ate his pastry dejectedly after hearing the story.

The old man stopped teasing him and explained the principles of magic to him.

"Haha, I just made these pastries, they didn't conjure them up."

Mo Shan'an really couldn't handle this. He's tall, and the table and chairs are even taller than him. He had to be carried up there by someone else just now.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat"

Seeing how much he was enjoying his food, the old man glanced at the Dragon Sword in the yard, which was helping him weed, and asked curiously.

"How did you obtain your Dragon-Dark Sword?"

It followed me on its own.

Mo Shan'an thought for a moment. Although he had a kidnapping element, the other party was willing, and besides, he had rescued it.

"initiative?"

This was something the old demon hadn't expected; the Dragon-Dark Sword was quite unique.

"Um"

Mo Shan'an finished eating, clapped his hands to clean them, jumped off the chair, and prepared to say goodbye.

"you"

The old man hadn't finished speaking when he smiled and said, "You should go back now."

After speaking, he looked at the man who had appeared out of nowhere. When Mo Shitian realized that the little guy was missing, his heart tightened. He followed the trail to this place and saw someone eating heartily.

"Finished?"

Mo Shan'an saw the familiar clothes and quickly ran over. "Hmm, Grandpa Old Demon's cooking is delicious. Do you want to try some?"

"Grandpa Old Demon?" Mo Shitian raised an eyebrow, his exquisite face looking meaningfully at the somewhat dazed old man, who quickly waved his hand.

"Isn't this too much of an honor for this old man? Young Master, please just call me Old Demon."

The man opposite me is a petty fellow. Back in the day, he only managed to get the upper hand verbally, but this guy has schemed against him quite a bit.

Mo Shan'an suddenly realized that he had called him that because the other person was very old, and calling him "old demon" would be a bit impolite.

But then he thought of Mo Shitian and realized what was going on.

"gone back"

Mo Shitian didn't elaborate on the form of address, but simply glanced at Mo Shan'an and told him to follow.

"I'll be going now, I'll come find you again next time."

Mo Shan'an made a waving goodbye gesture and chased after them, while Long Mingjian, seeing that they had all left, also departed.

The old demon smiled as he watched the father and son's retreating figures, shaking his head with satisfaction. The man had watched him rise step by step to the position of Demon Lord.

Now he's finally not as cold-blooded as before; at least he cares more about this blood-related cub, otherwise he wouldn't have come out to search for it himself.

"Wait for me!"

For every step the other person took, Mo Shan'an had to run at least three steps, yet he still happily grabbed the other person's hand and skipped along the road.

Do you like it here?

Mo Shitian slowed down to accommodate the other's short legs. Just as Di Moxiao said, although the little guy was indeed his father, they were still different.

"Great"

Mo Shan'an didn't notice the slightly strange tone of the man next to him. He recounted how nice the people were and how delicious the food was. Apart from the little monster being quite large, there were no other drawbacks.

Mo Shitian didn't know how to be a father, but what he could give the other party was probably just the mark of a demon lord's son, which was not a good thing.

"If you were given a chance to escape being a demon, you..."

Mo Shitian still hesitated. It turns out that when you have a weakness, you will prioritize the other party in everything you do.

For example, he is still young and may not know what the consequences of becoming a demon will be, but Di Moxiao's words reminded him that he has the right to choose his future path.

Mo Shan'an was completely confused. He was a demon, so why did he need to get rid of the demon?

Mo Shitian stopped and squatted down, saying earnestly, "The Feather Pearl is to suppress the spiritual power within you. You should know that you cannot cultivate two powers simultaneously."

He thought for a moment and then added tactfully, "It might get better when you grow up."

Mo Shan'an thought it was something serious. He tilted his head and smiled, "I know. That Dragon Lord told me about it. He also said he could help me remove the demonic power."

Mo Shitian pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly turning cold. Meddling in other people's business, huh? Taking away his power, Di Moxiao is really good at scheming.

The next time we meet, I will extract your dragon marrow.

Mo Shan'an raised her chin arrogantly, giving the man her answer over his cold face.

"Of course I refused."

"Ok!"

Mo Shitian's coldness vanished instantly. Looking at the little guy's smug expression, he suddenly thought of Di Moxiao's envious look, and his mood instantly improved.

“I look so much like you, how could others not know that you are my father?”

Mo Shan'an revised her somewhat sentimental answer, cupped her face and chuckled, then twisted her small body and said in a high-pitched voice, "Oh dear, it's all because I'm too cute. So many people want to take me away. Being too outstanding isn't a good thing either."

The little guy's quirky expression made Mo Shitian's lips twitch slightly, and he stared at him speechlessly.

He raised his hand and pinched the baby-fat cheek hard. It was better not to listen. He shouldn't have asked him those questions in the first place.

"Hmm! Let me out of my nest!"

"I just wanted to see just how thick-skinned you are."

"The nest is not thick enough"

"Yeah, just a little chubby."

Just as Mo Shitian was about to drool, he withdrew his hand in time, ignoring how much damage the word "fat" would cause to the mind of Mo Shan'an, who was still a cub.

Fat!!

Mo Shan'an's mind was filled with the word "fat," and he ran up to argue with the other person.

I'm not fat.

"Hmm, you're not fat. Look at your belly, aren't you fat?"

Mo Shitian stared at his slightly protruding belly, then shook his head with a profound and enigmatic expression.

This made Mo Shan'an feel very upset. He took a deep breath, held his breath, and asked the other person to take another look.

"Pfft"

Mo Shitian couldn't look the other person in the eye because it was too funny.

"I'm just... chubby-faced?"

"I've never had baby fat since I was a child."

Looking again, the cub's cheeks were puffed up with anger. He touched his chin, and now his face seemed even rounder.

"Heh, you're just jealous of me. I won't hold it against you. After all, I'll be a god-like beauty in the future."

After saying this, Mo Shan'an finally calmed down and comforted himself, thinking that he would lose weight when he grew up. No, he was never fat to begin with.