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

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When preparing to go to the demon realm

"You don't have to wear it."

Di Moxiao looked down at the mask on the little guy's face and found it extremely irritating.

"It's okay, wearing it makes you look more mysterious."

He didn't want to cause trouble for the men. If people found out that the Dragon Lord had taken the Demon Lord to a demon banquet, what would they think?

"I don't mind their gossip."

Di Moxiao could tell from the cub's actions that he was trying to protect him, but it was too unfair to him.

"No, I think that's what makes it mysterious. I'm the most dazzling guy at this banquet."

Mo Shan'an interrupted the other person, who was about to tell him to take off his mask.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Don't you want me to be the most special kid tonight?"

He even exaggeratedly took off his mask and made a funny face, then put it back on arrogantly, indicating that no one could stop him from being the most handsome person on the field.

Di Moxiao paused for a moment, gazing into those stubborn yet clear eyes, and affectionately ruffled his hair.

"Okay, as long as you like it."

The demon banquet was indeed attended by all sorts of demons, with their hair in all sorts of colors, making it a dazzling sight.

Mo Shan'an held Di Moxiao's hand and looked around at the demons present, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

Because he was wearing a half-mask, which was brought by Di Moxiao himself, he attracted even more attention.

They were the last to arrive. When Xiang Wuye saw them, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He hadn't expected Di Moxiao to come.

"Dragon Lord, who is this?"

This was the first time Xiang Wuye had ever seen Di Moxiao bring a cub to a gathering, and the two seemed to be very close.

"Son of an old friend"

"May I ask how this young master is addressed?"

Mo Shan'an finally withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, revealing a soft, crescent-shaped smile that made people lower their guard.

"Greetings, Demon King. Just call me Shan'an."

This guy is clearly the star of the night; everyone's surrounding him, so it can only be the Demon King.

"Haha, that's an interesting name."

Di Moxiao casually sat down to the side with the little guy, but the man next to him was getting anxious.

"This is not good, Dragon Lord, please take a seat."

"No need, I can sit here. The Demon King has guests to entertain, so there's no need for him to stay here with me."

Xiang Wuye was indeed overwhelmed. As the newly appointed Demon King, he still had to consolidate his power in various factions, and with Di Moxiao's arrival, things became even easier for him.

"Then please enjoy your meal, Dragon Lord. We will thank you for your visit later."

After the man left, Mo Shan'an couldn't wait to sit cross-legged. There were all kinds of meat and fruit on the table.

"Eat it"

When Di Moxiao saw the cub staring intently at the meat, he knew the cub was hungry, so he reached out and tore the meat into a small piece and handed it to the cub.

"Hehehe, thanks."

Mo Shan'an ate directly from the other person's hand without any hesitation. It was so great that he could eat what he wanted without getting his hands dirty.

Di Moxiao was taken aback. He had only intended to give it to himself, but he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise. He didn't mind the cub's little trick.

From this day forward, the other party has been very distant and polite to him, which is not what this father wanted.

He wanted to quickly get closer to the other person, but he couldn't find a breakthrough. Now, coming to the demon clan was worth it.

"What else do you want to eat?"

"This, this, and this too."

Mo Shan'an pointed with his little hand and kept talking nonstop, saying that he wanted to try everything Fang Zheng had never tasted before.

Just then, there was another little boy, about the same age as him, sitting opposite them. He stared enviously at Mo Shan'an and tugged at the man next to him who was happily eating.

“Father, I want this too, and this one as well.”

"My son, I'm eating right now. Don't you have hands?"

The man was extremely puzzled. His cubs were usually chewing on things noisily, so why were they so quiet today?

"No, I want you to feed me."

Mo Shan'an was listening to the conversation between the father and son from the opposite side, and glanced somewhat embarrassedly at the person feeding him.

"I'll do it myself"

"No, I don't eat these."

These foods that satisfy his appetite are no longer needed for him.

Fearing the little guy wouldn't believe her, she continued to explain, "Eating too much of this won't do me any good for my cultivation."

Since that's what they said, Mo Shan'an began to accept the man's advances with a clear conscience.

Suddenly, he saw a man in a kasaya walking over. He unconsciously stopped chewing, his cheeks bulging with meat, like a little hamster.

“Look at him, you’re not home.”

Mo Shan'an spoke indistinctly, quickly swallowing the meat in his mouth, and pointed to the person not far away, asking Di Moxiao, "Is he here to catch demons?"

This monk is incredibly audacious! He actually went to the demon clan's stronghold to exorcise demons. He's truly a god!

Di Moxiao merely glanced at it, then continued tearing at the flesh. "No, he's a demon too."

"Ah!? He, he's a demon?"

A demon dressed as a monk? Is this some kind of cosplay? Aren't you afraid of getting ganged up on dressed like that?

The man walked into the group of cubs, who were all about the same age as Mo Shan'an. He was as excited as a human trafficker.

Di Moxiao also stopped what he was doing, looked down at the round little belly, and stopped feeding him with satisfaction.

"Go if you want to."

Seeing the curiosity in Mo Shan'an's eyes, and knowing that neither the demons nor the dragons had cubs his age, it wouldn't be a bad thing to let him interact with cubs of the same age.

"Then I'll go check it out and come back to tell you what he's doing."

His gossipy nature was uncontrollable; he strode towards the group of cubs with his short legs, not daring to be even a second slower than his curiosity would have been wasted.

After wiping his hands clean, Di Moxiao was not in a hurry to find Mo Shan'an. He simply sat calmly in place, watching the small figure not far away, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Come on, make way."

Mo Shan'an couldn't squeeze to the front, but he still managed to hear what the man said.

“Young benefactors, this humble monk sees that you have extraordinary physiques and are clearly good candidates for cultivating immortality. Why not come back to Qinglian Pavilion with me? You will surely become immortals and gods.”

“But my father said that anyone who says a demon can become a god is a fraud.”

The man persisted in trying to brainwash them, saying, "That's because they don't understand the methods, but this humble monk is different."

Mo Shan'an suddenly felt like he had stumbled into a pyramid scheme. This man was even more eloquent than him; to put it bluntly, he was trying to trick people into becoming monks.

"That's not true, young benefactor. How could I possibly deceive people into becoming monks?"

"Huh? You can hear me?"

Mo Shan'an covered his mouth, taking two steps back in fright. Had his innermost thoughts been overheard?

Oh, no, he accidentally blurted out what was on his mind.

The man stared at the masked little guy in front of him, looking him up and down several times as if he had seen a treasure.

“Young benefactor, this humble monk sees that we are destined to meet, so why don’t you come and cultivate with me?”

"I do not want"

Mo Shan'an rejected his request without hesitation; he had no intention of changing his profession to become a vegetarian.