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

"Old demon, old demon!"

The people drinking tea inside almost spilled their tea when they heard the sound.

"Why is the young master here again?" Didn't this ancestor just leave?

I want to ask you for something.

"What is this? Take whatever medicine you like from here."

Mo Shan'an, who was standing in front of him, shook his head. He smiled brightly, which made the latter feel a little flustered.

Is this little devil going to cause some kind of trouble again?

"If you don't want the elixir, then what do you want from me?"

The old demon, realizing something, quickly waved his hand, "I am powerless to help with alchemy. You should find someone more capable."

Seeing how afraid the old man was of his alchemy, Mo Shan'an thought, "So what if he made two mistakes? They say failure is the mother of success. Maybe he hasn't failed enough yet, which is why he hasn't succeeded."

"But that's not it. I wanted to ask if you have any sleeping pills, like powders, that can make the enemy faint without them noticing."

He looked expectantly at the thoughtful man, but the old man turned his back and waved his hand at him, "No, no, how could I possibly have such low-class things?"

"Really do not have?"

Mo Shan'an squinted at the person who was speaking with his back to him, who was rummaging through something. Then, he excitedly found a small porcelain bottle and whispered to him mysteriously.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Pretty bottles"

Mo Shan'an thought the little porcelain bottle was colorful and quite pretty; if he took it back to modern times, it would definitely be a good thing.

The old demon couldn't help but reach out and tap the cub's forehead. Seeing the cub clutching its forehead in pain, he felt much relieved.

"This is a good thing."

Mo Shan'an glanced at it, pouted, and muttered under his breath, "What's so good about it? Does it replenish blood or kidneys?"

"This is the gallbladder I was fortunate enough to extract from the corpse of a hydra years ago. I then refined it into this small bottle of liquid. Just a drop of the poison in it can kill a person without them even realizing it."

After the old demon finished speaking, he considerately stuffed the medicine into his hand and said, "Although I don't have any of those sleeping pills, this is much better than that. If you don't like someone on stage, just give them a drop."

"This is more than enough to deal with those minor demons who have only cultivated for a few hundred years."

After hearing this, Mo Shan'an gripped the small porcelain bottle tightly with both hands, afraid that it would fall to the ground and splash on him, which would kill him immediately!

"I think this suggestion needs further consideration, so it would be better to return it to you for safekeeping first."

Mo Shan'an carefully placed it on the table, then quickly retreated, keeping a meter's distance from it.

"Doesn't the young master want to win the competition?"

"Wanting to win is one thing, but I didn't want the other person to die."

Seeing that the other party was about to hand it to him again, Mo Shan'an ran away without looking back. "Old demon, I'll come see you again next time. This young master has something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

After running halfway, he turned back, grabbed a whole bunch of unidentified bottles and jars from the other person, and smiled at them, saying, "You said I could take whatever I wanted, hehehe."

If you don't take advantage of a good deal, you must be out of your mind.

The cub vanished from the old demon's sight in the blink of an eye. The old man put down the small porcelain bottle in his hand and spoke again to the empty house.

"Now that the Demon Lord has arrived, why doesn't he show himself?"

A flash of red light appeared, and Mo Shitian calmly picked up the so-called poison bottle while sitting in his chair, scoffing, "How come I didn't know you had this ability?"

The old demon touched his nose guiltily. "It's not that your little brat is too clingy. If I didn't say that, he would definitely keep pestering me to get some kind of sleeping potion."

"Cough, of course it's fake. I have no hydra gallbladders. This is just ordinary water."

After saying that, he stared resentfully at the person in front of him, thinking, "If you had brought back that snake gall, he would have refined it long ago."

The thought of wasting such a rare hydra still pains him deeply.

"Don't push him too hard; he's still young."

Mo Shitian paused, tossed the small porcelain bottle in his hand into his arms, and turned to leave.

"I know what I'm doing."

The old demon sighed as he looked at the bottle in his hand. In the demon race, the most taboo thing is to be merciful to the enemy and to have a heart of pity. Unfortunately, the cub has both.

He understood the other party's purpose in bringing the little guy there, but he still felt a little reluctant. However, there was nothing he could do; some things had to be faced.

When Mo Shitian entered the room, he could only see someone sitting on the bed with their back to him, their two small hands waving wildly from his perspective.

"No, the proportions are wrong, why is it so sticky?"

Mo Shan'an stared at the bottles and jars on the bed, her face scrunched up in confusion. "Tsk, what is this white powder again?"

After mixing it for a long time, it turned into a paste. He felt something was wrong, so he took a little bit and put it in his mouth.

"Pah! Pah! How come there's still flour in that bottle, you old monster!"

Mo Shitian quietly approached and stood behind him. When he saw the white liquid in the cub's hand, his face immediately darkened. He picked up the cub that was about to take another bite.

"You don't know what these are? And you dare to try them out?"

Mo Shan'an was about to struggle, but when he heard the familiar voice, he gave up.

“I collected these from the old demon; he said they were all his treasures.”

"He is indeed a treasure, so you want to follow in his footsteps and learn to cook from him in the future?"

Mo Shitian stared at the bottles and jars on the bed with amusement; the little guy couldn't even tell the difference.

"I knew there would be flour there!"

Mo Shan'an stared speechlessly at his sticky palms. He had said that the other bottles and jars smelled so good that he ended up eating them.

So he got all of this for nothing!

"stupid"

Mo Shitian poked the baby's plump little forehead with his fingertip. The cub looked up at him listlessly, then lowered its eyes and pouted aggrievedly.

"Alright, I brought these especially for you. See if these are the ones?"

With a wave of his hand, Mo Shitian restored the messy sheets to their neat state. As the red light dissipated, more bottles and jars were placed on the bed.

"Wow"

Mo Shan'an's mouth formed an "O" shape in shock. Had he stolen all the medicine from the old demon?

The man who had been robbed of everything was beating his chest in frustration. He wondered why the visit had come so suddenly, realizing it was all premeditated and that they hadn't left him anything.

Which bottle do you need?

Mo Shitian noticed that he liked those bottles and jars, so he took them all back.

Mo Shan'an was dazzled by the sight, but the effects of the pills inside weren't listed on them, and his smile vanished instantly.

"What kind of pills are they?"

The father and son looked at each other, both seeing blankness in each other's eyes. Clearly, the man knew what to take, but he didn't know what it was.

"I don't know, and I don't need these."