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

The two of them secretly returned the items to the person again last night.

So when he found the bottles and jars at the door the next morning, his eyes twitched slightly. What was the Demon Lord up to? He took them and then returned them. This was the first time he had ever encountered something like this.

"Wearing"

Mo Shan'an looked at the fox mask in front of him, reached out and took it, asking in confusion, "For me?"

"Well, just in case, if you lose, you can cover yourself up. That way, no one will know you are the young master of the Demon Clan, just as you wish."

Looking at the faces that resembled the two men, Mo Shan'an almost believed him.

"I don't want to wear it, I can afford to lose."

While saying this, he put it on without meaning it, which was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Can you still see my handsome face like this?"

After listening, Mo Shitian realized that putting a mask on him was the right thing to do. He adjusted the mask and, with the other person's back turned, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

When Mo Shan'an turned around, he was taken aback to find that the other person was wearing the exact same mask as him.

Why are you wearing it?

Mo Shitian curled his lips into a smile. "I am,"

Before the other person could finish speaking, Mo Shan'an interrupted him, saying, "Don't say anymore, I understand. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll win. Just wait and see how I celebrate."

For men to go to such lengths for him, even willing to wear such a childish mask with him, his father truly loved him the most.

Mo Shitian watched the little guy storm out the door, his thin lips parted several times as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only manage a helpless smile.

"Ok?"

Mo Shan'an was so excited he could kill a bull, but when he turned back to look at the man who was still standing there, he quickly urged, "Why aren't you moving?"

"Go, go."

What Mo Shitian actually wanted to say was that he never intended for the cub to actually go on stage; he just wanted him to know that some things were unavoidable and it was up to him to make his choice.

The reason I wore a mask this time was because I knew Mo Shan'an liked lively occasions, so I covered my face to avoid attracting attention.

"You really think about it?"

The fighting spirit blazing in the cub's eyes seemed genuine.

"Of course, even if you asked me to quit now, I would never quit, no matter what."

Since that's the case, Mo Shitian smiled meaningfully, "Then as his father, I can only grant his wish."

When he arrived at the scene, he looked around and saw that everyone was dressed in their own ethnic group's uniform clothing, making them very easy to distinguish.

There really wasn't anyone smaller than him. A shirtless man walked past Mo Shan'an, his abs and biceps were so strong, he could probably kill him with a single punch.

When Mo Shitian saw the cub silently looking down at his little belly, he was speechless. He glanced at the man who had just passed by and heard the cub's sigh.

"Thinking back to when I was younger, I was muscular when I took my clothes off, but looked slim when I dressed."

“You have flesh now, but I advise you not to try to take off your clothes.”

To prevent the cubs from having such thoughts, Mo Shitian added worriedly, "That would be stupid."

"........."

After listening, Mo Shan'an acted as if nothing had happened, looked up and looked away, and then noticed several elderly people sitting on the platform.

One of them, he knew, wasn't that "an elder of the dragon clan?"

Mo Shitian followed the little guy's gaze and looked around. He never expected that the dragons would also come to this smoky and chaotic place.

Tenglong was giving Xiang Wuye face, but what he didn't expect was that Di Yexuan also came.

"Old man, I'll take your place here. You can go back to the Dragon Clan now."

Di Yexuan went straight to the throne in the center and sat down without hesitation. How could he miss out on such a lively event? It's a pity the little guy wasn't here, otherwise I would have brought him to see it.

Tenglong covered his face and explained why Yuehua had suddenly pushed him yesterday. It turned out that the Crown Prince was coming, and he had tried his best to persuade him to stay in order to save face for the Dragon Clan.

"Your Highness, perhaps you should go back."

Di Yexuan transformed into a fan, leisurely fanning himself. "No, this prince wants to see what tricks Xiang Wuye is up to."

Tenglong could only stand beside him helplessly to prevent him from saying anything out of line later. As for the fact that Di Yexuan had taken the main seat, how could his dragon clan be subordinate to anyone else?

"Ahhh"

Upon seeing the man sitting in the center, Mo Shan'an excitedly tugged at Mo Shitian's sleeve and said...

"I think I can bribe Di Yexuan; maybe he can rule in my favor!"

Mo Shitian grabbed Mo Shan'an, who was trying to run up to the platform, and pulled him back to his side, shattering his fantasy.

"He's just a spectator; I advise you to give up."

That's not right.

"Why can he sit up there? Father, aren't you the Demon Lord?"

"My main purpose in coming here this time is to accompany you."

"But, wasn't I supposed to come with you?"

The two had conflicting accounts, and Mo Shan'an suddenly realized something: "Then does that mean I don't have to go on stage?"

Mo Shitian's gaze lingered on him for a moment, then he took out a tag from his waist and handed it to him, on which were written numbers.

"I asked you if you had thought it through, do you remember your answer?"

The little guy was stunned, as if struck by lightning. He froze, stiffly looking up at him, the smile on his lips vanishing instantly.

What did he say?! He was determined to get on stage, even if it meant his life.

Mo Shan'an just wanted to go back half an hour to that part of himself who had refused, and see what he had said!

"Then, then now..."

Mo Shitianxia's jawline tightened slightly, the nonchalance in his eyes gradually faded, he bent down and removed his mask, gently cupped the cub's round little face, and spoke to him earnestly.

"Losing is not terrible. The Demon Clan does not need a cowardly and incompetent Demon Lord in the future. Including, pity for the enemy is the greatest taboo."

What he saw in the cub was not cowardice, but the courage to not want to kill, including Di Moxiao's ridiculous behavior.

Therefore, unless Mo Shan'an is in mortal danger, he will not get involved, and he doesn't even mind teaching him how to kill.

"The law of the jungle is the survival of our demon race. It's either him or him who dies."

Does it make a difference?

Mo Shitian brought him here for this purpose as well: to make him confront his demonic nature, for bloodlust is in their very blood.

The little guy has been suppressing his desires, but he will find it harder to control them when he gets a little older.

The man gradually lured him to let go of his unease and fear.

Mo Shan'an pursed his lips. He clearly remembered that when facing that Divine Sword Sect disciple who insulted Mo Shitian, his blood boiled and clamored for him to kill him.

He wondered if he would have taken action if the black mist hadn't killed him.

"I,"

Mo Shitian didn't force him; he would know the answer he wanted soon enough.

"I'm giving you time to consider whether or not to go on stage."

He confidently raised the corners of his mouth and slowly put the mask on the man, as if he already knew the outcome.