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

"Look, I told you not to be afraid, my father has come to save me."

Even with his hands and feet bound, Mo Shan'an hopped and skipped closer to Mo Shitian. His cute little face under the mask was contorted in a ferocious state as he jumped up.

What is this thing? It's tied way too tightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Shitian caught sight of someone bouncing towards him. That ugly mask made him want to destroy it immediately. He knew without even thinking who had given it to him.

"ugly"

The moment Mo Shitian saw the mask, he couldn't help but utter that word.

"It's not mine"

The cub's explanation carried a hint of grievance: "We haven't seen each other for so long, how come you're acting the same as when we first met?"

"I know"

Master Wan was only thinking about how to escape from here. He never expected that this cub would actually be related to Mo Shitian.

Seeing that the chance of escape was slim, he glanced down at Mo Shan'an, a calculating glint in his eyes.

Just as he was about to step forward and take someone hostage, before Mo Shitian could make a move, a light whip lashed out at him.

The other person collapsed to the ground in pain.

"what"

A wisp of black smoke rose from the fallen body. Mo Shitian's lips curled into a cold smile. "Trying to run? I still have some scores to settle with you. Since you like being controlled so much, I'll grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put Master Wan into his black bottle, and then he also put the black mist in the air into the bottle. Soon after, the hoarse, painful wails of an old man came from inside the bottle.

"what!"

Di Moxiao glanced at the bottle, then slowly walked to Mo Shan'an's side, blocking his curious gaze, and casually removed the mask from his face.

Under the little guy's gaze, he directly destroyed the mask with his spiritual power, and glanced sharply at the silent Ming Qing.

"You're not allowed to run around like that anymore."

Just as Di Yexuan said, the other party had indeed overestimated him.

"Where do you want to go? You can tell me. Going out with strangers will inevitably make people worry."

Fearing that his tone was too harsh, he lowered his voice and added a sentence.

Hearing the wailing from inside the bottle, Di Moxiao covered the cub's ears with both hands, somewhat disapproving of Mo Shitian handling these things in front of the little guy.

Master, wake up!

Mo Junlin and Jian Xiaoling knelt beside Wan Jiansheng, but the old man had already stopped breathing and would never wake up again.

"Senior Brother, is Master dead?"

Mo Junlin recalled his master's words in the main hall. It turned out that his master had long foreseen this outcome, and perhaps only death could stop his daily guilt.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Mo Shan'an felt somewhat saddened when they landed on the sect leader. In truth, the other party wasn't a bad person; it was just a cruel twist of fate.

Don't look.

When Di Moxiao saw Mo Shan'an staring at the corpse of the Divine Sword Sect's leader, he assumed he was afraid and gently nestled Mo Shan'an's face against his own.

"The person whose body has been possessed has lost both soul and body, and there is no way to bring them back."

He explained to the person in his arms that he thought his low mood was related to the sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect.

Only after the jarring sound ended did he release his grip, look up at Mo Shitian's gloomy face, and calmly bend down to pick up Mo Shan'an.

"Let's leave here first."

He didn't want the little guy to see these devastated scenes again.

When Mo Shitian met the ingratiating smile on Di Moxiao's shoulder, a half-smile appeared on his lips, causing the little guy to shrink back and look away guiltily.

"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back."

Judging from the erratic tone of his voice, Mo Shan'an knew what he would face when he returned.

She quietly leaned close to the man's ear and whispered his request.

"You'll have to help me explain later; I didn't sneak out."

Di Moxiao felt a warm breath brush past his ear, which tickled slightly, but he did not dodge. After listening to the little guy's request, the corners of his lips curled up.

"it is good"

Agreeing is one thing, coaxing him is another. As for the questioning later, Mo Shitian probably won't listen to the little guy's excuses.

After receiving a positive answer, Mo Shan'an was finally able to relax. Unfortunately, he relaxed too soon and didn't see that the latter's face darkened considerably when he chose Di Moxiao.

After Mo Shan'an left, Ming Qing looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, never expecting to have to face these things even after leaving the Underworld.

"Fine, I'm just being kind, so I'll consider this a good deed for the day."

The corpses on the ground turned into a ball of white light and all entered the Netherworld Cave that Ming Qing had conjured up.

Jian Xiaoling stood up, looked up at the black vortex that appeared in the sky, glanced down at the sect leader who remained unchanged, and knelt down on one knee to pray.

"Please lend me your assistance."

Having regained his adult male body, Ming Qing glanced up and said indifferently, "The person who was possessed has already lost his soul. I cannot help him. Just let him rest in peace according to the rules of your human race."

"But,"

Jian Xiaoling wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mo Junlin.

"Xiao Ling, let Master rest in peace."

"Brother!"

"Go down the mountain and call back the fellow disciples who were evacuating the people."

By the time Jian Xiaoling turned around, Ming Qing had already left.

Afterwards, news of the untimely death of Wan Jiansheng, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, spread among all the races.

Therefore, everyone felt that this was the Demon Clan's revenge against the Divine Sword Sect, and people were in a state of panic. It wasn't until Mo Junlin personally explained that it had nothing to do with the Demon Clan that the public opinion was calmed down.

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Upon returning to the Dragon Clan, Mo Shan'an suddenly realized that he had forgotten his underlings again! But he was now in dire straits himself.

The person who had promised to defend him was sitting silently to the side, ignoring even his pleading gaze.

Why go to the Divine Sword Sect?

Mo Shitian propped his forehead up, squinted slightly, and stared at the cub standing in the center, his slender fingers tapping the table in a regular manner.

"Exactly, exactly, we got tricked into going."

Mo Shan'an glanced at the person with the ugly expression, not daring to say another word, afraid that the person opposite him would raise his hand and give him an unforgettable childhood experience.

Mo Shitian's forehead veins bulged as he looked at the cub's round face, which trembled slightly because of its master's unease. This made him reluctant to speak too harshly.

"Is this how dragons take care of my cubs?"

The topic shifted to Di Moxiao, especially the warm scene between the two of them earlier, which indeed made him feel resentful.

"If I hadn't arrived in time, would the Dragon Lord have intended to return a corpse to me?"

"He will be fine. Even if you don't come, I will ensure his safety."

The implication is that you're meddling in other people's business.

The two had only exchanged one sentence when Mo Shan'an sensed the intense tension of battle.

Sure enough, the two started fighting right in front of the cub, and even instinctively added a protective aura around him.

The two even started arguing over this trivial matter, neither willing to give in.

Mo Shan'an could only watch as the aperture kept changing colors, one moment gold, the next red, so dazzling that he couldn't understand why they had to be so particular about this.