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

There were only two people in the cave, so it was obvious who took it.

Mo Shan'an turned around and stared at the person. He couldn't believe that such a grown man would try to take the eggshell from him! Where was justice?

The more it thought about it, the more aggrieved it felt. Even its clumsy limbs became harmonious, and it limped over to the man in red, waving its claws excitedly, as if to say, "If you don't give me back my shell, I won't stop clawing."

The force was like a tickle. Mo Shitian did put away his eggshell. The eggshell was indeed nutritious for the newborn cub, but the spiritual energy on it was still not enough for it, so it was necessary to reduce the frequency of use.

Moreover, in someone's mind, the cheap bastard is no different from a gluttonous pig demon. He can't trust it to control itself, in case something unexpected happens!

Looking at the cub that was still hitting him, he decisively put away his last bit of hesitation.

Mo Shan'an was exhausted from pounding, so he lay down on the ground panting. Honestly, when will this useless little body ever grow up?

"continue"

"Woo-hoo?" What?

Mo Shan'an had only been lying down for less than five seconds when he heard the other party's request. He looked at him with a puzzled expression. What kind of request was this?

"Even in my childhood, I was capable of tearing demonic beasts apart."

As the name suggests, it means you're too weak; you run out of energy after just a few swings.

Mo Shan'an could not only see the disdain in the man's eyes, but also a look of disappointment on his face. What did that mean?

Mo Shitian frowned. Could it be that he hadn't explained things clearly enough? He had examined the little guy's spiritual root, and it was no worse than his own. Moreover, the little guy cultivated both demonic and spiritual paths, so why was he performing so poorly?

Mo Shan'an, a cultivation genius, wasn't just mediocre; he was simply too lazy.

For example, right after exercising, my stomach is full, and I just want to sleep. My drowsy, half-asleep look as I lie on the floor with my eyes closed successfully makes someone's forehead veins throb.

If his young son, Mo Shitian, couldn't be unable to even defeat demonic beasts in the future, it would be more than just a disgrace if his mortal enemies found out; it would be a laughingstock throughout the three realms.

Mo Shan'an didn't care what the other person said. Not only did they take away his food, but now they wouldn't even let him sleep.

The sulking cub glared at the person next to it, then quickly turned away, covering its ears with its hands, as if saying, "I can't hear you, I can't hear you."

Having witnessed Mo Shan'an's series of actions, especially that glare, Mo Shitian curled his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly, his subordinates who knew him well knew that this was a bad omen.

Sure enough, the black beast that was still lying on the ground appeared in his hand the next second. Meeting the innocent little guy's eyes, he smiled murderously and said, "I'll give you one more chance. Remember, this is the last time you disobey me."

Mo Shan'an understood the man's implied meaning, swallowed hard, and nodded timidly, "Mmm."

Mo Shitian saw the fear in the cub's eyes, his gaze flickered slightly, he loosened his grip, and pursed his lips. "You should practice using your limbs first."

After returning to the ground, Mo Shan'an dared not argue anymore. She secretly glanced at the thoughtful man and silently carried out his orders.

half an hour later

He felt like crying but had no tears left. All he wanted to do was go back to the modern world. The people here were not only fierce, but they also had a compulsion to raise cubs.

For example, during those half hours, every time he took a step, someone not far away would snort coldly, scaring Mo Shan'an so much that he didn't know whether to step out with his left or right foot.

It's really not his fault. He's been a human for over twenty years, and suddenly he's become a four-legged animal. He needs to get used to it first.

Moreover, Mo Shan'an shamelessly made excuses for himself, saying that he was clearly a newly hatched cub, so why should he have to endure the world's beatings for so long?

Mo Shitian's face was so black it could be wrung out like ink. He had never known that cubs needed to be trained in their limbs after birth. How could this be allowed to spread?

As the little guy was still struggling to climb, a noise suddenly came from above.

Mo Shan'an wanted to look up to see what was going on, but the next second he saw a pair of slender fingers landing on his foot. "Lift this foot first, and then follow behind."

Before he could think any further, those hands began to control his limbs and teach him to walk. The scene was indeed heartwarming, but it made Mo Shan'an feel a little awkward. It was just like a father teaching his newborn son to crawl.

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed to him, so he quickly shook off the strange thoughts in his head.

However, Mo Shan'an couldn't help but glance at the person behind him. The other person had a serious expression on their face, as if they didn't find anything strange about it.

"Waaaaah!!!"

Mo Shan'an noticed that someone had taken the opportunity to press down on his hand a few times, their eyes full of accusation. "You're going to teach me, so why are you taking advantage of me?"

"Ahem, I was just reminding you not to get distracted."

Under the little guy's accusation, Mo Shitian refuted him with reason and evidence. He had indeed pinched the cub a few times. The cub's flesh was indeed very tender, and he couldn't help but pinch it a few more times.

"Chirp chirp?" Really?

"Since you don't trust me, then forget it. You can continue with your suggestions."

After saying that, he walked back expressionlessly. His red figure made Mo Shan'an feel a little guilty. The other person had kindly taught him, and he had accused them of taking advantage of him.

No, I can take it or leave it. A human being, no, a beast, cannot be so heartless and ruthless.

He shook his head, stood up again, and followed the technique the other person had taught him, slowly walking forward step by step until he successfully reached the man's side.

Mo Shan'an scratched his head and said hesitantly, "I'm sorry."

He looked up at the other person, walked proudly in front of Mo Shitian twice, as if to tell him, "Look, I've learned everything you just taught me."

The latter sat on the steps, propping his chin up and staring at the little cub trying to please him, his eyes lowered as if he were thinking about something, before quickly regaining his composure.

"Little one, let me give you a name."

For ordinary people, this is a matter of course.

But for Mo Shitian, knowing what this meant meant that he had accepted the child, given him his surname, and that he would become the young master of the Demon Clan.

"Ooh," don't

Mo Shan'an rejected the suggestion without even thinking about it. He already had a name, so why should he have to choose one again?

"I have a name."

"Okay, then!!"

Mo Shitian's remaining words were cut off. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he asked fiercely, "What did you say? Say it again!"

Does he even have a name? He's Mo Shitian's descendant—which reckless ant dared to claim that name before him?

Mo Shan'an hadn't expected such a strong reaction, and weakly replied, "Mo Shan'an."

"what?"

"Mo Shan'an"

Seeing the man's strange expression, he repeated it uncertainly.

Mo Shan'an? This name made Mo Shitian feel extremely disgusted and speechless, as the Demon Clan had never used the words "Shan" and "An".

Bloodlust is their nature, fighting is their instinct, so how can they be kind and peaceful?