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

Mo Shan'an frowned as he looked at the man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and interrupted him. The man had curly blond hair, a shifty face, and a laugh that was really unpleasant to hear.

What do you mean by "I can crush him with one hand"?

"I said you look like a rat, with shifty eyes, you're obviously not a good person, dressed all in black, did you just come out of a stinking ditch, that's why you speak so foully."

"Hahahahaha"

The people around him burst into laughter, but the person in question looked extremely ugly, glaring fiercely at the little thing in front of him.

"Pfft, little benefactor, you are truly amazing. You saw through his true form at a glance. He really is a rat demon. You are not wrong."

Mo Shan'an never expected that his casual remark would actually come true.

"Little thing, you better not mess with me, or I'll show you what it's like to crush you, as easily as crushing an ant."

After the rat demon finished speaking, he didn't forget to mock Qinglian beside him, "A demon who dreams of becoming a god is just delusional. Don't you all agree?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Mo Shan'an glanced at the person in question, who remained silent and even had a smile on their face. Was this person stupid? Someone was saying this to you, and you were still smiling.

No wonder you can be friends with it.

"What did you say, young benefactor?"

"It's okay, I was just flattering you for being so optimistic."

"Then thank you for your kind words, young benefactor."

"buzz"

The man smiled and replied in the direction from which the sword's cry came from, "Thank you for your praise, Brother Sword."

Mo Shan'an watched them communicate without any hindrance, and realized that there was indeed a reason why they could become friends.

"So, it's going to be the two of us fighting later?"

The man still wore a smile, but it was a forced one. His smile gradually faded, and he spoke with a serious expression.

“Young benefactor, this humble monk will not grant you permission.”

The little guy didn't leave saddened by his words. Instead, he took the sword he had been communicating with, handed it to him, and said, "If I win, I'll give it to you. How about it?"

"Buzz!"

Long Mingjian felt betrayed, sadly broke free from his hand, and kept circling around him.

Mo Shan'an explained to it with an innocent look, "This way, I can win, and you can be with him. What a perfect ending."

Qinglian heard the two arguing, and her lips twitched slightly. Had they even asked for his opinion? He hadn't agreed yet!

"Young benefactor, I believe that such matters cannot be forced. Perhaps..."

"Stop, let me talk to it for a bit, and I'll be able to handle it in a bit."

Mo Shan'an gestured for the other party to give him another minute.

"buzz"

Long Mingjian was also annoyed by the man's interruption and roared at him.

Next came Qinglian's headache. He stood in the middle, but finally couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted their conversation.

"This humble monk has decided to let you win, so please let it go, young benefactor." Let him go too.

Mo Shan'an stopped abruptly. "No, I promised to give it to you. How can I take advantage of you?"

"No, this humble monk has already made up his mind. Young benefactor, you should take it away."

"this,"

"A monk does not lie, and I keep my word."

"Alright then, I'm taking him with me. Remember our promise."

"little monk"

Mo Shan'an gripped the sword hilt, and before he could finish speaking, he dragged the still-screaming sword away, quickly leaving the other man's sight, afraid that he might change his mind.

Qinglian shook her head helplessly, put her hands together, and said, "Master, I am still too young. I have been tricked by the same child three times."

After leaving the man's sight, Mo Shan'an loosened his grip on the sword hilt and revealed a sly smile.

"Not bad, not bad acting. No wonder you were taught by me." Just as smart as him.

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword was a little embarrassed by the praise.

After guessing the purpose of the sign, he teamed up with the Dragon-Dark Sword and put on a little act, and to his surprise, the other party actually believed it.

He believed that a windfall could really fall from the sky, and while he was still hesitating about whether to participate or not, a sudden turn of events occurred.

"Tsk, I have no choice but to play now. I'm destined to win."

Mo Shan'an skipped and hopped back, all the hesitation he had shown on the way there gone.

"buzz"

"Don't worry, I was just talking nonsense. How could I possibly give you to him? But he seems rather pitiful." He hadn't realized he'd been tricked.

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword hovered in the air, agreeing with the little guy's words, but feeling no guilt whatsoever for betraying its friend.

"Forget it, if something like this happens again, let's find someone else to scam."

Mo Shan'an secretly vowed that if he saw him again, he would definitely present him with a banner.

I personally delivered it to his sect, writing "Good Person Card" on it, not "Good Demon Card," so that all his fellow disciples could see that he was a good demon.

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"Who! Come out!"

The rat demon felt uneasy because someone was watching him, so he left the crowd.

Thinking it was because he was too nervous, he turned around and was met with a ball of black fire. His eyes widened in fear, and before he could even make a sound, he was turned into ashes.

"Crushing you is much easier for me than killing an ant."

Mo Shitian looked down at the ashes, a hint of disdain and contempt on his lips, his deep eyes filled with coldness.

The moment he turned to leave, a gust of wind blew the ashes on the ground away, leaving nothing behind, as if nothing had ever happened.

Mo Shan'an rushed back to his original spot, only to find that the man wasn't there; it seemed he had gone to the wrong place.

He searched anxiously everywhere, and finally he saw that dazzling red.

"buzz"

"Shh, we need to sneak back quietly, understand?"

Mo Shan'an warned Long Ming to keep its voice down, then crouched down like a thief and slowly moved over.

The Dragon-Dark Sword followed suit and flew slowly over, but compared to Mo Shan'an, it appeared much more upright, though it accidentally flew a little faster.

It didn't understand. Hadn't that fierce-looking person always been around them? Why would they do this? It's so hard to guess what a cub is thinking.

"came back?"

Mo Shan'an realized he had been exposed. When he looked up, he realized that the two people were still two meters apart. How could they have seen him?

When he saw the Dragon-Dark Sword, which had moved even faster than him, in front of Mo Shitian, he immediately realized what was happening.

"........."

He puffed out his cheeks and glared at the sword that was still showing off to him, excitedly telling him...

"Buzz!" I'm faster than you.

Mo Shan'an rubbed his forehead. He had just praised it, so why was it so easily praised?

"Where did you go?"

"Let's go find it."

Mo Shitian knew what had happened, and when he heard that Mo Shan'an hadn't lied, he didn't hold it against him.

However, he suddenly raised his hand and flicked away the Dragon Meditation Sword that was blocking his way, then glanced coldly at the sword that had fallen to the ground and said, "If you block my way again next time, I'll burn you."

Mo Shan'an picked up the dragon's talisman that had fallen to the ground, and reminded it with a hint of schadenfreude, "Serves you right for being so cocky. Now you know the consequences of being cocky."

"buzz"

The sword, already withdrawn and motionless, lay in the cub's hand; these two, father and son, were truly difficult to please.