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

The child in Mo Shitian's arms had transformed into a little dragon cub, but due to excessive energy expenditure, it reverted to its original form and fell asleep peacefully.

He glanced at the cub, which was twice the size it had been when it hatched, and gently stroked its wing. The tenderness in his eyes instantly turned into a sharp edge.

"How long are you going to follow me?"

"If you take him back like this, the demon race will be depleted of spiritual energy. You should come back to the dragon race with me to recuperate."

Di Yexuan was behind, so he didn't see the dragon cub in the other person's arms. Only after he saw it clearly did he understand why Di Moxiao suspected it was his.

"it,"

Mo Shitian used his sleeve to cover the small beast in his arms. Seeing that the person opposite him seemed to want to say something but hesitated and was still blocking his way, he raised his hand, took off his mask, and threw it at him.

"Step aside"

Di Yexuan awkwardly dodged away; no matter how you looked at it, the dragon cub resembled him more.

"Well, I think..."

"Hey!"

Di Yexuan saw that the other party was not even listening to him and disappeared from his sight once again.

The only thing Mo Shitian could accept was what the other party said: the demon race's lack of spiritual power was indeed not conducive to the little guy's recovery.

Thinking of the old monk he had met earlier that day, he pondered for a moment and then changed direction.

"woo"

The little guy's movements made the man quickly look down to check. It turned out that the space was too small, and it was having trouble turning over. It kept kicking its little legs in his arms.

A hint of a smile flashed across Mo Shitian's eyes, then he raised his hand and, with amusement, pulled the body that Mo Shitian had finally managed to turn over back to its original position.

"click"

After struggling for a long time, the little beast slightly opened its eyes, angrily scratched the hand blocking its way with its paw, and scratched its face in a daze.

"Woo-hoo"

Upon hearing the sound he made, Mo Shan'an indeed saw the dark claws as soon as he raised his hand, and cried out in terror, "Ooh, ooh?"

The cub, who had successfully startled itself once again, suddenly came to its senses, realizing that this seemed to be its true form.

"Ooh?"

How could he revert to his original form after just one fight? Did he even win the fight? I pondered this serious question. If he had won and reverted to his original form, that would be somewhat understandable.

If you don't win, you'll be beaten back to your original form, which is incredibly embarrassing.

"Woo-hoo woo-hoo"

He looked up at the man holding him, his eyes still wet. Had he won?

Mo Shan'an could only vaguely recall that he seemed to have entered a space full of mirrors, and there was a voice constantly chattering in his head.

Later, it got so annoying that I kicked the mirror and smashed it, and then it disappeared.

When Mo Shitian saw the cub that had been startled awake by his true form, his eyes were full of helplessness, and he looked rather foolish.

"Won"

"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo"

He knew that turning back into a small beast would be worthwhile.

Mo Shan'an stretched out his beast paw and placed it on the back of Mo Shitian's hand. Under the other's questioning gaze, he tilted his head slightly and stared at him expectantly.

The little beast's lips curled up slightly, carrying a hint of smugness. Mo Shitian assumed that the other party wanted his approval.

"Well done"

Mo Shan'an watched as the man withdrew his hand, then placed it on his hand again and patted it, offering him encouragement.

He innocently withdrew his claws, expressing his request in Mo Shitian's puzzled gaze.

"Waaaaah!" Please turn me back to normal!

When Mo Shan'an saw the man suddenly reveal a strange smile, he had a bad feeling.

"Cannot be reversed"

After Mo Shitian finished speaking, he enjoyed the little cub's dazed look for a few seconds, and then a loud howl came from his ear.

"Woo-hoo, Awooo!"

No~

Mo Shitian's smile gradually froze, veins bulging on his forehead. He quickly covered the man's mouth, and when he met those pale golden, aggrieved eyes, he pursed his lips before speaking.

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

You don't need to say anything, I understand.

Mo Shan'an interrupted Mo Shitian's next words dejectedly, and before he could even feel sad, he was given a headshot by the other party.

"woo"

He covered his head with both hands, afraid that the gloomy-faced man would strike again.

"Next time, you must let me finish speaking."

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shitian frowned, reached out and pushed away the two small hands that were covering his head, and gently rubbed them for him. Although he knew he was fine, he still felt sorry for him.

"I will take you to recover."

Although he felt that the cubs would be better suited for cultivation, he seemed to dislike his original form.

"Woo-hoo woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an excitedly flew up and sat on the other person's shoulder, occasionally rubbing his cheek against him.

Mo Shitian outwardly showed disdain by blocking the way with his hand, but it was just a pretense; inwardly, he was quite satisfied with the little guy's actions.

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an, sitting at the top, realized that this place looked strangely familiar. He felt like he had been here before. He silently raised his head to think.

"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo"

Isn't this the same path that the former water goddess led him on when he came to find her true love?

The next second, they saw the long flight of stairs. This was where Mo Shitian had come from.

"Ooh?"

What are we doing here?

"Didn't you want to recover quickly?"

Mo Shitian's eyes gradually darkened. He looked thoughtfully ahead, then leaped up and instantly arrived at the gate.

"Ooh?"

Mo Shan'an sat obediently on the man's shoulders, completely puzzled as to why he had to come here to regain his human form.

"I've come to borrow something."

The man spoke as if this place belonged to him, as if he could lend it to anyone. Mo Shan'an glanced at him discreetly out of the corner of her eye. This was someone else's territory; what could she do if they refused to lend it to her?

Mo Shitian looked up at the gate with the Buddha image on it, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. He had just taken a step forward when the gate opened.

"who?"

The one who pushed open the door was a young monk, probably around the same age as Qinglian, or a few years older. He was probably his senior brother.

"Master is not here, please leave."

Mo Shitian felt the little guy sitting on his shoulder was about to fall off, so he raised his hand to pat his head and warned in a low voice, "Don't move."

Mo Shan'an shifted his feet, then obediently looked ahead. When he met the man's gaze, he glanced away guiltily.

To be honest, they acted like robbers; they said they were borrowing, but it was more like they were stealing from the other party if they refused.

"Ooh-ooh" I understand.

"Esteemed guests, Qinglian Pavilion never accommodates outsiders. Please return home."

"What if I absolutely must go in?"

"Then please don't blame this humble monk for being impolite, benefactor."

Just as the monk was about to make his move, a voice suddenly came from behind to stop him.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, please wait, benefactor."

"Junior Brother Qinglian, weren't you down the mountain? When did you return?"

Qinglian stopped the person who was about to attack.

"Senior Brother, Master invites them in."

"Please come in, benefactor."

He pulled back his sleeve that had been grabbed. He looked down on this junior brother and didn't understand why his master was protecting him so much.