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

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Mo Shan'an returned to the cabin, but this time it was a bit unusual. He fell from the top and landed right on his bottom.

"Hey, little guy, you're here again?"

The masked man welcomed him back with a cheerful smile, as if he knew he was coming back.

Why did I come back here?

"do not know"

Mo Shan'an had guessed it too, so he could only sit a little further away from him and think back to today. Apart from seeing the skeleton man, nothing strange had happened.

"The feathers on your neck are quite beautiful."

The masked man's words made Mo Shan'an look down and realize that Feng Ling had been exposed at some point; it must have fallen out accidentally when he fell from above.

"Of course, it was a gift from my father."

He proudly introduced the function of this phoenix feather, and emphasized, "This is not a feather; my father said it is called a phoenix feather."

The masked man stared blankly for a moment, then stood up and looked the little dumpling up and down for a while before exclaiming, "You really are that Mo Shitian's son."

Speaking of Mo Shitian, he had a lot of grievances to tell.

"You know my father?"

"We're more than just acquaintances; we're practically inseparable."

Mo Shan'an felt like the other person's gums were about to be crushed. What kind of grudge could they have?

That thief, that robber, I never expected he would actually guess right.

“Little fellow, your father stole my things. How about this, you sell yourself to compensate me.”

The masked man drawled out his words, trying to get the little guy to agree.

Mo Shan'an shifted his position, moving further away from the man who was lusting after him.

"No, go talk to my father if you dare."

He remembered Mo Shitian's words: if he saw him again, he should not be polite to him.

"Forehead"

The masked man fell silent. If he had been able to defeat Mo Shitian back then, how could he have been robbed?

"Fine, I'm generous, I won't bother with you."

"Oh"

Mo Shan'an was only thinking about when this dream would end, while the man next to her started babbling on and on, as if a chatterbox had been opened.

"So, you found being the King of the Underworld too tiring, so your subordinates took advantage of the situation and replaced you?"

After listening for a while, he concluded that this person was just bored and had imagined all these things, and he didn't believe a single word of it.

"Ah, you are far wiser than your father."

When Mo Shitian came to the Underworld to retrieve the Hellfire, he almost lost his life, all for the sake of becoming the Demon Lord.

As the masked man said this, he bent down and pinched the boy's chubby cheeks. This little guy was much more interesting than Mo Shitian.

"Little guy, are you really not going to consider coming with me?"

"Why don't you consider it? I'm at least the young master of the Demon Lord. You can be my little brother from now on, and I'll protect you."

The masked man squatted down, his eyes slightly upturned, and agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, then as your underling, can I pinch your cheek?"

Mo Shan'an was surprised that the other party agreed without even hesitating, and he immediately had a bad feeling.

"Stop pinching my cheeks!"

The masked man saw that several red marks had been left on the fair face, and regretfully lowered his hand.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll be your little brother, and you'll pinch my cheeks every day."

"I"

"Oh, and you can't take it back!"

After saying that, she bit her fingertip and placed it between his eyebrows. The teardrop-shaped gold pattern absorbed the bloodstains, and he laughed with satisfaction.

"That way you can't escape now."

Father, he... he seems to have encountered a pervert who likes cubs!

Mo Shan'an felt a sharp pain between his brows. Before he could think any further, he only heard one sentence from the masked man before he left.

"You should wake up now. I'll come find you."

"Wow"

The next second, Mo Shan'an sat up abruptly, his messy hair now looking like it had been poked and bristled.

"Huh? Am I still not awake?"

This doesn't look like his room. Mo Shitian doesn't like anything gold-plated because he finds it tacky.

So Mo Shan'an had been suppressing his feelings in the Demon Clan. Now, as soon as he opened his eyes, everything was sparkling. He jumped off the bed and touched and rubbed against everything.

The little guy's adorable behavior was witnessed by Di Moxiao as he pushed open the door, and he smiled.

"Like it?"

"like"

Mo Shan'an sensed something was wrong, turned around, and realized it wasn't a dream.

An awkward atmosphere suddenly froze. How should he address the other person?

Di Moxiao walked gently to him, looked into his eyes which were the same color, and reached out to straighten his clothes.

"It's fine, you can call me whatever you like."

"Dragon Lord?"

The man paused for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay."

Di Moxiao gave him a very different feeling than Mo Shitian, but he could feel that he really liked him.

Let me fix your hair.

The man's movements were practiced; he didn't pull any of his hair, and a neat and simple high bun was completed.

He then took out a gold crown of the same type as his and fixed it in place.

The reason why Di Moxiao was so skilled was that after he learned that the little guy was his bloodline, he practiced tying up his hair every day, and he never expected that it would actually come in handy.

"Like it?"

"like"

Mo Shan'an looked at himself in the bronze mirror several times, his eyes always lingering on the golden hair ornament.

Di Moxiao also prepared several sets of clothes that were miniature versions of his own, but he couldn't make them too obvious, otherwise the people in the Dragon Clan would become suspicious.

"Go, go."

"Where to?"

Mo Shan'an placed his hand on the other person's palm and looked up at Di Moxiao.

"dining"

The two walked out of the house hand in hand. Di Moxiao carefully held that soft little hand, not daring to use too much force, constantly reminding himself.

This time, Mo Shan'an saw the familiar fruit again, and a small white bottle on the table, which looked like it contained some kind of liquid.

Which one do you like to eat?

He completely ignored the fruit called Milk Fruit; only Di Moxiao noticed the cub's picky eating.

"This is something that all newborn dragon cubs need to eat."

"Um, I don't think I'm a cub anymore."

Di Moxiao looked at the chubby little dumpling. According to human measurements, he was at most two years old.

"Then drink this."

"what is this?"

Mo Shan'an curiously opened the lid, and inside was a red liquid. He initially thought it was some kind of juice.

After taking a sip, it tasted strange; it was sweet but also had a fishy smell. It wasn't exactly delicious, but it wasn't bad either.

Food needed by the cubs

Di Moxiao didn't tell him that it was dragon blood. Dragon blood is nourishing, and for ordinary people, drinking dragon blood can help them advance their cultivation to a higher level.

The little guy needs to stabilize the dragon power within his body, so he needs dragon blood to nourish him. He can't be given too much at once, lest the cub can't handle it.

After finishing it, Zhou Ke wrinkled her nose and muttered a few times, "I don't want to drink this next time."

Mo Shan'an had no idea that such a awful juice could be related to blood.

Di Moxiao raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He knew he would still have to drink.