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

The two are at an impasse regarding whether to change their names.

The two had been discussing for a long time, and Mo Shan'an could tell from the other's words how much he disliked his name.

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

Mo Shan'an turned and walked to the other side. Why did he have to change his name? Why should he be given a new name? This name was probably the only thing that still connected him to his past.

The departing figure of the cub also made Mo Shitian realize what was happening. His anger dissipated, and a sense of unease gradually appeared on his face.

Perhaps he named it himself? He seemed to be wondering if he had frightened it just now.

The person had no idea that he was now a stay-at-home dad worried about his toddler going through a rebellious phase, constantly reflecting on his behavior.

Mo Shan'an took a couple of steps and realized something was wrong. Why was he walking? It made him seem unreasonable.

Then, with an air of indifference, he turned back and sauntered past someone, not forgetting to hum a disapproving sound as he passed.

Mo Shitian's face froze for a moment, his entire expression displaying an unreadable complexity. In less than two days, he was already feeling as if each day was an eternity.

"Woo-chi, woo-chi, gurgle #@&"

Seeing that the man ignored him, Mo Shan'an passed by again. Perhaps influenced by this body, he became even more childish.

As for what he was saying, it was probably asking the other person to respect him and his name, since they were now friends, not enemies, and that he was no one to him and had no right to interfere.

The man suddenly laughed, as if he had heard a joke. With a smile in his eyes, he lazily interrupted the cub, who was still trying to whimper.

"I am your father."

With just one sentence, he successfully shut down someone who was still trying to bargain.

Finally, the noise around him stopped. Staring at the terrified cub, Mo Shitian narrowed his eyes and said with displeasure, "I haven't even complained about you yet, but you're already complaining."

Someone seems to have forgotten that he called something stupid just the day before.

Mo Shan'an was shocked by his father's actions. Could it be what he was thinking?!

Dad = Father = Father = Daddy = I'm actually his son!!!

Impossible, absolutely impossible. How old is this man? Besides, he's a human, and he's a beast—they're different species, unless…

Mo Shan'an dared not think any further; it was too beastly.

"Boom"

"Ooh!"

Mo Shan'an was flicked by someone, and his whole body rolled backward several times.

"Put away your foolish ideas. I never lie. If you weren't my descendant, you would have disappeared from this world long ago."

Mo Shitian glanced indifferently at the cub lying on the ground, and reminded him in a calm tone that he was the one who saved him from being alive.

This convinced Mo Shan'an, which explained why he had a strange feeling from the first moment he saw the man; his innate goodwill was apparently inherited from his bloodline.

(No, that's just your infatuation and obsession with good looks.)

After the two talked things out, they fell into an awkward period for a while.

Either Mo Shan was dead, or the sudden change in his identity made him unsuitable for the role.

Mo Shitian ignored what the cub hiding in the corner with its back to him was thinking. He thoughtfully raised his arm, flipped his hand, and a ball of black fire appeared in his palm.

He lowered his head, remained silent, and curled his lips into a smile. He clenched his fist, and the fire vanished.

Interesting. In just one day, his cultivation level has recovered by 50%, and even the Demon-Locking Chains on his body have begun to loosen.

All of this should be attributed to the little thing not far away. The spiritual power emanating from its hatched shell actually caused the Demon-Locking Chains to loosen, which made him increasingly curious about whose power it was.

After a night of deep thought, Mo Shan'an finally accepted the father-son relationship between the two.

That means he can stay here and freeload even more comfortably.

Thinking about it, he felt hungry again, so he turned around, smiled, and walked over, awkwardly saying to the man who was resting with his eyes closed, "I'm hungry."

Mo Shitian knew, of course, that it was time for him to eat, but he was also curious to know how long the other person could hold on.

The little beast in front of him stretched out a hand, its round eyes staring at him intently, its clear pupils asking, "Why haven't you fed him yet?"

It has to be said that men really like the look of dependence in a baby's eyes.

He raised his hand and produced a small eggshell, but instead of placing it in the other person's hand, he held it near the little beast's mouth.

This was something Mo Shan'an hadn't expected. There's no reason to refuse a service that's offered to him, and he liked it.

Mo Shan'an didn't bite. Instead, he arrogantly tugged at someone's clothes with his paws, spread them on the ground, and then lay down on them like a king, belly up, his little hands obediently placed on his stomach. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and said, "Ah~"

"Pfft"

Mo Shitian couldn't help but laugh out loud; this kid certainly knows how to enjoy himself.

He didn't stop them and tacitly allowed them to spread his clothes on the ground. He barely managed to suppress his laughter and slowly broke open the eggshell to feed it to them.

If a third person saw this loving scene between father and son, they would go crazy. No one could accept it happening to Mo Shitian.

After the eggshell was finished feeding, the little guy under her fell asleep with a smile on his lips, he seemed quite content.

The man raised an eyebrow, poked its round little belly with his finger, and couldn't help but complain, "It's a good thing you're my cub, otherwise no one in the entire world would dare to take you."

Inside the cave, the man in red was meditating with his eyes closed. A cub that had just been released was resting beside him. The cub would occasionally roll over, causing the man to open his eyes and inspect it. There was an indescribable warmth in the midst of the cold chains that imprisoned it.

This scenario also shattered the following day.

Mo Shitian was so annoyed that he wanted to slap this unfilial son to death. He reached out to grab the corner of his clothes that the son was biting. Since the son didn't have teeth yet, the clothes were covered in wet liquid.

"Let go"

"Ooh no"

Ever since Mo Shan'an learned about their relationship yesterday, she has been like a wild horse that has broken free of its restraints, constantly jumping around on the man's head and challenging his bottom line.

For example, early this morning, he kept pestering Mo Shitian for food, then for water, and then for clothes.

The man finally couldn't take it anymore. Mo Shitian's dark eyes were filled with a speechless expression. Where would he get clothes in this desolate wilderness? Water was one thing, but why would a beast need to wear clothes?

Mo Shan'an didn't necessarily have to wear clothes, but he always felt embarrassed because he had nothing to cover him, as if he were naked in the street.

Mo Shitian rubbed his forehead, annoyed by the commotion. "Loosen your clothes, and I'll give you something to cover yourself."

"Ooh?"

Mo Shan'an tilted his head, as if there was something questionable about what he said.

"I keep my word."

Okay, even if you're cold, you wouldn't lie to a cub.

When Mo Shan'an loosened his clothes, he saw that they were covered in his own drool and immediately looked away. Tsk, so dirty.

Mo Shitian casually cast a cleaning spell, and the corner of his clothes was instantly clean.

Then, a wicked smile crept across his face. He stroked his chin, his sly expression deepening the curve of his lips. With a flick of his wrist, he said, "All done."

Ready? So fast?

Mo Shan'an felt a chill in his body, as if he wasn't wearing any clothes at all.

Suddenly, she met those smiling eyes and had a bad feeling. She looked down at herself, and everything went black. She couldn't help but scream.

All he could see was a red cloth, shaped like a modern diaper, wrapped around his lower body. A wave of shame washed over him. What was this?!

"Pfft, I've granted your request."

Mo Shitian, without anyone noticing, took out a fan to cover his smirking lips, and occasionally teased the cub whose eyes were already bloodshot, saying, "I've heard that human babies are wrapped up like this, and I think it's quite good."

! ! ! ! !

What happened next was that the cub with bloodshot eyes chased and attacked someone like a madman. He tried to escape, but the cub couldn't catch up even if it had wings.