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

"Oh, Your Majesty, please listen to me!"

Yuehua was kicked out of the house. He sighed helplessly. It was just a small suggestion. If he didn't like it, he had another way.

"Should we find a mate for the Dragon King?"

It's not good to always be eyeing other people's cubs. Although he wanted to, he couldn't afford to mess with them.

"boom"

"Uh-huh"

Before Di Yexuan could react, he was thrown off the bed. Who was this blind fool who dared to throw him like that!

After seeing it clearly, he immediately raised his hand and cowered.

"You guys finished fighting so quickly?"

Mo Shitian followed the trail of the phoenix feather all the way here, and when he entered the house, he saw Di Yexuan sleeping with the little guy in his arms.

Do I need to explain myself to you?

"No need, no need."

Di Yexuan felt guilty and dared not look the other person in the eye, because the little guy's appearance was partly due to his own manipulation.

Mo Shitian's icy gaze softened when he saw the sleeping figure on the bed.

"You're just leaving like that?"

Di Yexuan just watched as the other person carried Mo Shan'an away, leaving him alone in the room.

"What? Do you need me to personally escort you?"

As Mo Shitian spoke, a ball of black hellfire appeared beside him, staring at him with a forced smile.

"Be careful not to catch a cold, this prince will take his leave now."

The next day, a bewildered Mo Shan'an had already returned to the Demon Realm.

Was I sleepwalking?

Wasn't he resting at the inn with Di Yexuan?

"woke up?"

Mo Shan'an noticed that Mo Shitian was sitting in a chair, quietly watching him, without asking about the fact that he had abandoned him yesterday.

Next, Mo Shitian told him that he and Di Moxiao would each take turns living with him for ten days.

Mo Shan'an wasn't too surprised by the result, but he wrinkled his nose when he saw the small bruises on the man's face.

"What's wrong with your face?"

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Mo Shitian's lips. He lowered his eyelids to conceal the calculating glint in his eyes and responded with feigned ease.

"It's nothing, I just got injured yesterday and then I kept looking for you, so I forgot."

Sure enough, after he said that, the little guy immediately felt guilty, and he achieved his goal.

Mo Shan'an suddenly felt uneasy. "Wait a moment, I'll go get something for you."

"?"

The man watched in astonishment as the little guy ran out the door. Mo Shitian reflected, propping his forehead up with his hand, and narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction. Had he just given himself away?

A short while later, he saw someone excitedly running in, clutching a handful of unknown grass.

"This is?"

Mo Shan'an suddenly remembered that the herb planted by the old demon next door seemed to have healing effects; he had discovered this by accident.

"Wait a moment"

He rubbed and squeezed out the green juice from the grass, making it stick together, and before Mo Shitian could react, he slapped it onto that outrageously beautiful face.

Mo Shitian felt the sticky green juice sticking to his chin, and an urge to strangle the other person surged into his heart. He suppressed his discomfort and forced a smile as he asked.

"What are you doing?"

After finishing, Mo Shan'an casually picked up a cloth to wipe his hands. To be honest, the herbal smell was quite strong.

Unaware of the gravity of the situation, he smugly observed the spot where the ointment had been applied, finding it perfectly placed on the wound.

"Let me apply the medicine for you."

The little guy's upturned lips and smug expression left Mo Shitian speechless. There was no need to say anything about slandering Di Moxiao now, because he was simply...

The man in red was unwilling to utter that word, so he could only say thank you expressionlessly, and then leave the house with the intention of killing the person.

"No need to thank me, we're father and son, after all."

Mo Shitian almost twisted his ankle and could only glance back at the little cub's silly look, his forehead veins practically bulging.

Thinking to himself, "That idiot Di Yexuan, the little guy has become just as stupid as him after only one day with him. I can't let him appear in front of Mo Shan'an again next time."

If Di Yexuan knew that all the problems were being blamed on someone, he would definitely cry foul, saying that their cubs were not smart to begin with!

Meanwhile, someone in the neighboring yard was extremely annoyed as he watched his flowers and plants being trampled once again. Was the Dragon-Dark Sword eyeing his herb garden? Why was it constantly causing trouble in his little corner of the world?

After receiving his punishment, Mo Luo, pale-faced, prepared to report to Mo Shitian.

But when he looked up and saw the other person, his face was blank. Why was the Demon Lord's chin green?

"Demon Lord"

Several cracks appeared on Mo Shitian's originally expressionless face.

"Keep an eye on the young master"

"Yes, Demon Lord."

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Demon Lord"

Mo Luo was completely baffled. Why did the Demon Lord's behavior give off a sense of panicked escape? He must be overthinking it.

One big one leaves, and another small one arrives.

"Hi Moruo, good morning!"

"Hi?"

"Where is the young master going?"

The man nervously followed behind Mo Shan'an, looking bewildered at the basket Mo was carrying.

"I'm going to pick some medicinal herbs."

Mo Shan'an quickly finished relieving his stomach and became somewhat interested in the herbs.

"Old Demon, I'm here."

Molu could only watch the young master go in; he couldn't just enter the courtyard without permission.

"Old demon?"

Mo Shan'an was wondering why no one was there when a man with a sword rushed out of the house.

"buzz"

Behind the Dragon-Dark Sword was an old man chasing after it with a stick, but the sword darted behind Mo Shan'an.

"You damn sword, you're ruining my flowers and plants again! How many times have I told you to go play in the back mountain?"

Seeing this, Mo Shan'an guiltily hugged the basket, thinking to himself, "I'm sorry, you'll have to take the blame this time. I'll definitely go to the back mountain to dig up some grass for you next time."

When the old man saw Mo Shan'an, his anger vanished instantly. He stroked his beard and asked with concern, "Young Master, what brings you here? Aren't you going to rest inside?"

He knew about Mo Shan'an being kidnapped by the Feather Clan, but at the time he was refining pills and couldn't leave for a moment, otherwise he would have gone to settle accounts with that old bastard Yu Lieping long ago.

"I've come to learn about these herbs from you. I've heard you can also concoct elixirs."

The old demon's eyes lit up immediately. There were very few people in the demon race who wanted to practice medicine with him. Those guys were all about fighting and killing, like blockheads.

"Ahem, young master, what are you saying? As long as you are willing to learn, this old man will definitely teach you everything I have learned in my life."

"really?"

Mo Shan'an had this idea after seeing Mo Shitian injured. He was still young, and helping him might only hold him back.

But learning to concoct medicine is different; at least it can help the other party to some extent.

"Come, come, let me tell you about the uses of these flowers and plants."

The more excited the old man gets now, the more he'll be proven wrong later.

This little guy is of Mo Shitian's bloodline, so he's bound to surpass his master. He's definitely a talent for alchemy.