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

Mo Shan'an dared not help either of them in their rivalry, and could only sigh inwardly, "Having two fathers is bad enough, but why are they still enemies?"

These two kinds of fatherly love are not so easy to bear!

Mo Shan'an squatted for a long time, his hands supporting his knees and his cheeks cupped, his head nodding as if he were about to fall asleep.

The two looked at each other, stopped what they were doing, and fell asleep?

Mo Shitian suddenly thought of something, his brows relaxed, and a bright smile appeared on his handsome face.

"The ten-day period has ended. Will the Dragon Lord object to me taking the person away?"

Di Moxiao pursed his lips and raised his hand to stop the other person's action.

Mo Shitian's smile vanished instantly, his eyes fixed on the other person with icy intensity.

"What do you mean?"

"It's still half a day before the tenth day, Demon Lord, please come again tomorrow."

Di Moxiao picked up the sleeping Mo Shan'an in front of the man, turned to the side and smiled calmly, "Remember to close the door when you leave, Demon Lord. Thank you for your trouble."

After saying that, she woke up the little guy who was still half asleep and made him say goodbye to Mo Shitian.

Mo Shan'an didn't know what he was doing. He did whatever Di Moxiao told him to do, and waved goodbye.

The latter, seeing the little guy's actions, paused for a moment, then laughed in anger, "Ha, good, very good, I'll be waiting for tomorrow."

Di Moxiao watched the disappearing red figure, then thoughtfully looked down at the sleeping person, and then took down the little hand that was raised in mid-air.

Mo Shan'an shivered in his sleep, having a bad feeling.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Mo Shan'an was woken up by being pinched, a stinging pain shooting through his cheek.

"Well!"

Which bastard dared to disturb my sleep again! My anger reached its peak.

When he opened his eyes and saw the devilishly handsome face, he immediately wilted and put on a bright smile.

A soft, sweet voice asked ingratiatingly, "Good morning, Father. Why aren't you in the Demon Realm?"

Can you please stop pinching my cheeks?! They're going to swell up!

Looking at the little face, which was rounder and more swollen than usual, Mo Shitian couldn't help but pinch it a few times, and to his surprise, it actually woke him up.

"Oh? You really want me not to be here?"

Mo Shan'an instantly sobered up. Of course, he couldn't tell the truth at this time, so he firmly shook his head with a slightly red and swollen face.

No, of course not.

"Pack your things, it's time for us to return to the Demon Realm. The decorations of the Dragon Realm are an eyesore to me."

The disdain in his words was particularly evident.

"Oh"

Yesterday's events were still vivid in his mind, leaving him no room for objection. Only when he stood up did he realize what was there to pack? He would have to come back in ten days anyway.

"Packed up?"

"Um"

Mo Shitian looked at the little guy with satisfaction, who hadn't taken anything with him.

If he knew that the cub was thinking of coming back in ten days, which was why he didn't bring anything, he would definitely beat the cub.

As soon as they left the Dragon Clan, Mo Shan'an stopped, hesitated for a moment, looked back a few times, and then spoke.

I want to go say goodbye to him.

He had been here for almost half a month, and Di Moxiao had been so good to him, yet he left so quietly. He felt a little awkward.

Mo Shitian frowned, his expression shifting several times, but he finally gave in.

His sharp gaze swept over the person hiding in the corner. It was quite amusing that the mighty Dragon Lord had a penchant for peeping.

"Aren't you coming out yet? Do I need to invite you out?"

Upon seeing Di Moxiao emerge, Mo Shitian, like a fledgling chick eager for food, took off running towards him.

Di Moxiao opened his arms and caught him, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and gently stroked his hair.

"You've been there the whole time?"

If he hadn't wanted to say goodbye, would the other person have come out if he had been hiding there?

"Um"

Seeing that the other person had nothing more to say, but could sense that he was also reluctant to part with her, Mo Shan'an gave him a generous hug and comforted him, "It's okay, I'll be back in ten days."

She glanced furtively at the person waiting behind her and whispered, "I've lost my little brother. Could you go to the Divine Sword Sect and help me find him? I'm afraid he'll get ganged up on there!"

(Mingqing: Thank you for remembering me)

After listening, Di Moxiao raised an eyebrow. The little guy really didn't know the true identity of the "little brother" he was talking about.

I'll go to the Divine Sword Sect to look for them later.

"That's great"

When Mo Shitian saw the two of them whispering to each other, he immediately decided he didn't want to wait any longer.

He quickly walked over and, amidst the little guy's puzzled gaze, lifted him out of Di Moxiao's arms with one hand.

"Are you done saying goodbye? Can you go now?"

"It's over!"

Ignoring the cub's pleas, Mo Shitian carried him down the mountain.

"Father, I can walk by myself."

"What? You've only spent a few days with Di Moxiao, and you're already looking down on me?"

Mo Shan'an blinked. It seemed like he didn't mean that.

"In that case, shouldn't I let you return to the Dragon Clan? After all, the reputation of the Dragon Clan's young master is better than that of the Demon Clan's young master."

That's what they said, but they still headed down the mountain.

“But I only call you Father, the Demon Clan is my home.”

The cub's words dispelled the bitterness in the man's heart. If the little guy chose that guy Di Moxiao, he would break his legs.

Mo Shitian smiled, looking intently into Mo Shan'an's eyes. Suddenly, he chuckled and lazily narrowed his eyes, staring at the cub.

"I remember what you said, and I took it seriously."

Place him gently on the ground and let him walk on his own.

Mo Shan'an gazed at the man's retreating figure. This was the first bond he had formed since coming into this world, how could he possibly despise him!

And so what if he's a demon? He likes being a demon. What do people in the world think have to do with him?

"Father, I like being the young master of the demon race."

"I understand. Hurry up and follow me."

Mo Shitian turned around and quietly watched the person running towards him, his eyes deepening and a hint of tenderness appearing on his lips.

The cub did catch up, but it kept talking.

"Although you were a bit fierce back in the wilderness, I was very considerate. I was already prepared to support my family when I was still an egg."

Mo Shitian's face grew darker and darker as he listened. When he heard things like "you're responsible for being beautiful" and "he's responsible for supporting the family," he couldn't take it anymore, picked him up again, and turned to walk up the mountain.

Mo Shan'an sensed something was wrong and quickly spoke up to correct him.

"Huh? Wrong way, wrong way! We're going downhill, not uphill!" Why are we going back again?

"You haven't gone to the wrong place. I think keeping you in the Dragon Clan is a good decision." At least it will be quiet.