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

After this incident, Mo Shitian gave up his idea of ​​refining pills.

Afterwards, he went to apologize to the owner of the house, but strangely, the other party was flushed and waved his hand, not caring at all.

"Old demon, aren't you angry? I blew up your alchemy room, and that cauldron is gone too."

Mo Shan'an lowered his eyes in self-reproach. If he hadn't acted recklessly, this wouldn't have happened.

“Who said there isn’t any? Your father gave me an even better treasure. I owe you so much this time. I’ve been eyeing this for a long time.”

The old man was overjoyed; the smile on his face never stopped from beginning to end.

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going into seclusion to refine pills now."

"That"

The old demon dared not look into the cub's eyes, quickly pushed the person outside the door, and ruthlessly closed it.

In his heart, he thought, "My little one, it's not that I don't want to teach you, it's just that your father has given you too much."

Mo Shan'an was left locked out, without even having asked if he could still refine pills with him in the future.

Remembering Mo Shitian's warning, he silently shook his head. Forget it, if this one won't work, he'll find another.

"What I have in abundance is the talent for self-discovery."

But unexpected events always happen suddenly, and the first problem arose in the search for talent.

"Oh, Father, I don't want to jump!"

Mo Shan'an hugged Mo Shitian tightly with both arms and legs, looking up at the man with teary eyes. His stubborn little face seemed to say, "I am your son, your own son!"

"Let go"

"I don't want to, unless you promise me otherwise."

He would never let go, no matter what. Mo Shan'an originally thought that the other party had brought him to the back mountain to soak in the hot springs, but he did not expect that they would make him jump off the cliff.

What's the difference between this and making him jump off a 100-story building in modern times?

Molu stood behind them, not daring to step forward to help, and could only silently comfort the young master in his heart.

Mo Shitian only wanted him to learn how to fly with wings, but he didn't expect the little guy to react so strongly.

He shook his leg, trying to shake the person off, but could only say something in vain.

I won't let you get hurt.

"I'll fall to my death."

Mo Shitian stood with his arms crossed, looking down at him casually. "No."

"Will I get maimed?"

"will not"

Mo Shan'an secretly observed the other party, whose determined expression forced him to give up struggling, but he still asked a question out of desperation.

"Can't I not learn?" He can walk!

"Oh, no way."

No matter how pitifully the cubs pleaded, Mo Shitian wouldn't budge on this matter. Soaring through the sky was their innate talent, and it would only benefit the cubs.

"All right"

Mo Shan'an quickly let go of his hand, looked ahead, and the bottomless cliff made his heart jump, and he gasped.

"Too, too high"

"Fortunately, I don't think it's too high."

Mo Shitian merely glanced at it indifferently; this was the lowest spot he had chosen.

"Then I'll jump!"

Mo Shan'an's calves began to tremble. He swallowed hard, his face turning deathly pale, like a steamed bun.

I prayed in my heart, "Wings, wings, you must be strong enough to appear in a flash!"

Mo Shitian smiled knowingly where the little guy couldn't see, a hint of tenderness creeping onto his slightly parted lips.

Do you need me to push you?

He seemed to be helping, but actually wanted to experience being a stay-at-home dad who would mess with his child.

The sudden words interrupted Mo Shan'an's prayer. Hearing this, she silently moved her feet away from the heartless man.

"I don't need that, ha!"

He spread out his little arms and started warming up. His soft, round face puffed up slightly, and he tilted his head back with a cute yet fierce look, yelling, "I really jumped! Don't regret it!"

While others roar like evil dragons, he's like a baby dragon that hasn't been weaned, fiercely baring his claws, utterly intimidating.

"Pfft"

Molu couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then he received two gazes, one of which was full of resentment, as if to say, "I'm so pitiful, and you're still laughing at me."

He held back his anger and disappeared from their sight.

"Jump quickly"

The little guy pouted and complained, "You didn't even tell me how to conjure wings!"

A crack appeared on Mo Shitian's handsome face, revealing a firm and flawless answer.

"Jump down and it will appear."

Mo Shan'an narrowed his eyes suspiciously. This was like asking, "Do you want to know what the King of Hell looks like?" The answer: "Go die once and you'll find out."

But the other person was so serious that they didn't seem to be lying to him, so he decided to try and believe them.

Okay, I believe you.

The little guy hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes and stood like a log, stiffly jumping down with his arms wrapped around himself, accompanied by a scream of "Ah!"

Mo Shitian casually lifted his eyelids, his slender fingers resting on his lips as he pondered. This was how he had seen others teach their cubs when he was in the Feather Clan; it should be fine, right?

"what"

Mo Shan'an felt as if his soul had left his body; he could only open one eye and close the other to check if the wings had emerged.

"Liar"

Now, only two words came to his mind: "This training is definitely unreliable."

As he neared landing, he couldn't conjure wings no matter what he tried, and could only howl, "Help!"

As Mo Shan'an landed, he covered his face, and a pair of large hands grabbed his clothes.

"I told you I wouldn't let you get hurt."

Mo Shitian pulled him up when he was a meter from the ground, then slowly lowered him to the ground, touched his slightly cool face, frowned, and warmed him up.

"Perhaps the Feathered Clan's methods are not suitable for you."

Feather clan!

Mo Shan'an snapped out of his daze and asked blankly, "So how did you jump when you were little?"

"I don't need to jump; I was born knowing how."

"........."

Mo Shan'an wished he could slap him across the face, telling him to stop talking and asking questions.

"But it's alright, I will teach you until you know it."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, drawing out the words in a way that seemed to be coaxing him, "You won't disappoint Father, will you?"

Mo Shitian immediately saw the cub staring at him with great enthusiasm. "Father, don't worry, I will definitely inherit your talent. I have the double buff of beauty and intelligence."

Mo Shan'an was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He couldn't let his handsome father down. As for jumping off the cliff, wasn't it just like bungee jumping? He could do it.

As for the person next to him, Mo Shitian could only understand the first part of the sentence; as for the rest, such as beauty and intelligence, that remains to be seen.

"what"

For the next few hours, everyone within a ten-mile radius of the demon race heard the young master's pig-like screams, and everyone covered their ears in horror.

"Tell me, what is the Lord doing?"

"Teach the young master to attack enemies with sound?"

He didn't quite believe it when he said it, but the voice really sounded like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, sending a chill down their spines.