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

Finally, through repeated attempts to jump off buildings—no, to jump off cliffs—it not only overcame its fear of heights but also managed to flap its wings a few times.

He waved happily to Mo Shitian, "Look, wings! It can fly!"

"Yes, Not Bad"

The man smiled and encouraged Mo Shan'an. He didn't even need to stand on tiptoe; he could reach the other person directly with his hand.

Mo Shitian checked the wings and found nothing wrong. He stared at the feathers in confusion, wondering why it was flying so low.

Mo Shan'an, of course, noticed the problem in the man's eyes, but he laughed it off.

"It may not be grown up yet, so it can't support me."

This sounds a bit odd, but the person next to me just smiled knowingly.

"That's what I think too."

The two smiled at each other, and in the end, Mo Shan'an's request to soak in the hot spring was granted.

"Comfortable"

Her delicate face was flushed red from being soaked in water, and she was only wearing a pair of white underwear. She was leaning back with her arms outstretched like an old man, but unfortunately her legs were too short to cross them properly.

"La la la, I love taking a bath, my skin feels so good, woohoo!"

Not far away, Mo Shitian was manipulating the wooden basin to prevent the cub from falling into the pool.

That's right, Mo Shan'an also wanted to soak in the pool, but his height was a disadvantage, so after his persistent pleading, Mo Shitian finally granted his wish.

"Unpleasant to listen to"

Mo Shitian unconsciously placed one hand to his ear, and spoke in a low voice that was only audible to him.

It's cold, it's cold.

Mo Shan'an was afraid of splashing the water, so he gestured to the person on the other side to help him heat it up.

Mo Shitian's eye twitched slightly, but he still reached out and gently tapped the air a few times to change the water for him.

Since learning it, the demons have seen a little cub flying around every day, occasionally followed by a sword.

"Young Master? Where are we going?"

When Mo Shan'an returned to the familiar courtyard, the gate was tightly closed. He patted it in confusion.

"Old demon?"

The old man behind the door was packing his bags as if he were fleeing a disaster, ready to leave at any moment.

The reason was that the old demon was unwilling to give up. Seeing that the little cub was so humble in asking for advice, he secretly took him to the back mountain to refine pills, risking everyone's help.

The result was that the land behind the mountain was charred black after being bombed.

For his baby's safety, there's no need for this instructor to continue teaching.

"Moluo? Has the old demon been away for several days on business?"

Mo Shan'an asked the person beside him, puzzled. He hadn't seen the other person for almost two days, and every time he came, the door was locked.

Molu knew, of course, that there were people inside, but since they were unwilling to speak, he could only help cover it up.

"Well, young master, let's wait until he returns in a few days before looking for him."

"All right"

In that case, Mo Shan'an could only go to Mo Shitian to pass the time.

Another man was bored, staring at the person opposite him with a look of utter disappointment.

When is your son going to Mount Longshen?

Di Yexuan would bother Di Moxiao every two days, like an emperor who wasn't worried but a eunuch was. His younger brother even had the mood to drink tea.

"About three days left"

"So long"

Di Yexuan shook his head. His younger brother was too disappointing; he couldn't even compete with Mo Shitian! That meant he would have to wait another three days.

"Dragon Lord, Your Highness, the Demon King Xiang Wuye requests an audience."

Di Yexuan became interested in what unexpected surprises this newly appointed demon king could bring him.

When Xiang Wuye came in and saw Di Yexuan, he didn't react much; the two were old acquaintances.

"I remember the last time we met was hundreds of years ago."

Indeed, you're still the same.

Di Yexuan leaned back lazily in his chair and replied nonchalantly, "You've become the Demon King now, things are indeed different."

Di Moxiao listened to their words with cold eyes, his thin lips slightly parted, "Are you finished talking?"

Xiang Wuye almost forgot the purpose of his visit; he really shouldn't talk to this person too much.

"The day before yesterday, a black vortex appeared in the sky above the demon race, and it lingered for a whole night before leaving."

"Aren't you going to go in and see what it is?"

Xiang Wuye glanced at the nonchalant man. Did he really need to say that? If he could go in, why would he be here?

"Unable to enter, or even approach."

Di Yexuan became serious after hearing this. He knew Xiang Wuye's abilities well; it was rare for someone even he couldn't get close to.

Di Moxiao's expression became more complicated, and his brows furrowed slightly. Based on the other party's description, he waved his hand, and a black vortex appeared in the empty hall.

"Is that it?"

Xiang Wuye opened his eyes wide, the vortex glowing red, exactly the same as what he had seen that day.

“It was it, but,” the vortex power that day made him feel a deathly aura approaching him.

"Underworld Cave?"

Di Yexuan uncertainly voiced his guess: Hadn't the entrance to the Netherworld Ruins been blocked ten thousand years ago?

"Isn't the underworld a place where the dead gather?"

Xiang Wuye had heard of this place, but he didn't know much about it. He only knew that only the dead could enter it.

"It seems things haven't been peaceful lately. Why don't we ask Mo Shitian? Didn't he go into the Netherworld Cave before?"

Di Yexuan acted as if he were making sarcastic remarks, slumped in his chair like a boneless animal, as if all the troubles had nothing to do with him.

Di Moxiao's expression was sinister, his brows furrowed in deep thought, his gaze turning icy cold. What a troublesome thing.

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The cub, disliked by his father, could only play with his younger brother. Mo Shan'an never expected that he would be thrown out by Mo Shitian.

"Fine, I won't sing anymore?"

The little hand patted the tightly closed door a few times, and left reluctantly when it received no response.

"buzz"

"Alright, I'll play with you for a while."

After Mo Shitian could no longer sense the little guy's presence outside, he restored his closed hearing and a faint, doting smile appeared on his lips.

"It sounds awful."

remember-

The little guy came in and said, "Father, to make you feel relaxed and happy, I've decided to sing you a song."

He could barely tolerate the shrill singing after hearing it once, but by the third time, Mo Shitian could no longer stand the howling and wailing voice and threw him out the door.

Frustrated, Mo Shan'an could only play a game of hide-and-seek, where the dog kept hiding from him.

"Sigh, life without computers, cell phones, and games is really hard to endure."

Are you hidden well?

"buzz"

Mo Shan'an revealed a sly smile; this trick had never failed him.

He might say how childish it is, but he's actually having a blast doing it.

"Ha, got you? Now it's your turn to catch me."

Mo Shan'an spotted the sword hiding in the corner and smugly told him to go over there, "Remember, don't peek."

"buzz"

Mo Shan'an was looking for a secluded spot when he was suddenly bumped on the shoulder. At first, he thought it was Long Mingjian peeking again, so he brushed it off without a second thought.

I told you not to peek at me.

Something was pressing down on his shoulder again, and he could only helplessly try to turn around. "I've already told you,"

When he finally saw clearly what was standing in front of him—no, it wasn't human at all. The man's face was rotting on one side, and the bone on the other side was exposed. Blood was flowing from his body, and he was smiling at him in a strange way.

A hoarse voice came from his throat, and Mo Shan'an could no longer hear what he was saying.

"what"