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

"Demon Lord, please enter."

Qinglian didn't dare to look directly at the man in red in front of him; his face was quite different from the Demon Lord he had imagined.

Mo Shan'an discovered that this place was a hidden paradise. The lake on both sides of the road was filled with lotus flowers, and there were also small courtyards built next to it, which looked quite elegant.

"Woo-hoo"

A butterfly flew to his side, and Mo Shan'an couldn't help but wave his hand, but he was stopped just as he was about to catch it.

"Don't touch it!"

Qinglian regretted her words as soon as she spoke. The cub on the man's shoulder immediately bristled, bared its claws, and let out a fierce howl.

"Ow~"

Hearing the little guy's dissatisfaction, Mo Shitian glared sharply at the man who had called out to his cub, glanced at the butterfly that had flown away, and curled his lips into a smile. "Like it?"

Before Mo Shan'an could answer, he enveloped the butterfly in demonic energy and held it in his palm. The butterfly was as if it were encased in a transparent protective membrane.

"Take it"

Mo Shan'an blankly reached out and took it. To be honest, this homemade toy was quite interesting. He glanced at the dumbfounded monk and raised his chin provocatively.

"Woo-chirp, woo-chirp."

See that? Mine.

Once Mo Shan'an returned to his original form, his possessiveness increased significantly. Like a dragon cub, he developed a beastly sense; if he set his sights on something, he had to have it.

Unaware that something was wrong with him, Mo Shan'an, after his frustration at not catching the butterfly dissipated, happily played with the ball containing the butterfly in his hand.

“That’s not what I meant. All things have a spirit, and this butterfly is innocent. We should let it go and let it cultivate properly.”

"I didn't kill it."

Mo Shitian wouldn't bother killing a butterfly that couldn't even cultivate; he just liked a certain cub.

Qinglian thought the other party was going to kill it, but one should not kill living beings before the Buddha. He was overthinking it.

"Um, I misunderstood."

He waited for a while and was somewhat disappointed to find that the young benefactor had not arrived. However, this demon lord had actually dared to abduct a dragon cub.

"We've arrived. Do you need me to watch over it for you?"

Qinglian glanced at the dragon cub who was having a great time, and said, "Poor butterfly, this humble monk will perform a ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife."

"unnecessary"

Mo Shitian walked into the main hall filled with Buddha statues, looked around, and his gaze fell on the old monk kneeling on the prayer mat.

He stopped fiddling with the prayer beads, opened his eyes, and looked at the black cub on his shoulder with a kind expression.

"This must be the young benefactor. The Demon Lord's request will take until overnight."

Qinghui's words left Mo Shitian with no need to say anything more. Now that he knew what Mo Shitian wanted, he would just wait through the night.

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an found the things in his hands boring. When he looked up, he realized that he was in a Buddhist temple. He subconsciously put his palms together and prayed, "May Buddha bless me and make me rich."

The demonic energy that accidentally fell off the butterfly dissipated in the face of the Buddha's light, and it quickly flew away.

Seeing the young beast's devout actions, Qinghui paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "This humble monk sees that it has an affinity with Buddhism, so why don't you..."

But when he noticed someone's dark face, he stopped talking.

"Ahem, what this humble monk means is that this young benefactor has great potential."

Seeing how skillfully Mo Shan'an moved, Mo Shitian's lips twitched slightly. How could someone of Mo Shitian's bloodline believe in Buddhism?

"Snapped"

"Ooh!"

After realizing what was happening, Mo Shan'an met the man's ambiguous smile and immediately tried to make up for it with a "woof woof".

I prayed that it would bless me so that I could turn back.

"Oh? Then keep praying. I'd like to see if it will protect you."

"Woo-hoo"

The cub shook its head and waved its hands, raising its two paws high, indicating that it definitely wouldn't worship.

You can't blame him; it was a subconscious action. However, he said the wrong thing. That kind of talk should be used when you go to worship the God of Wealth.

Qinghui looked at the pitiful dragon cub. Although he didn't know why the dragon cub had the aura of the demon race, he could confirm that this was the little guy on the stage.

"Then this humble monk will take the Demon Lord to a side hall to rest for the night."

As soon as Qinghui stepped out the door, he saw Qinglian, who had been lingering outside. He walked over and slapped her.

"Why aren't you copying Buddhist scriptures? What are you doing wandering around here?"

"Master"

Qinglian touched the top of her head where she had been hit. Of course, she was just being lazy. How long would it take to copy it a hundred times?

"Disciple will escort the Demon Lord to the side hall. Master still needs to chant scriptures, so there's no need to trouble Master with such a trivial matter."

Qinghui saw through his little scheme at a glance and said, "Then don't cause any trouble for your teacher, or I won't be able to protect you."

"Then Demon Lord, come with me. I'll take you to rest."

"Ow"

Qinglian suddenly felt a weight on her leg. Looking down, she saw it was the little black dragon.

“This humble monk forgot that this benefactor Long also came with me.”

After being thrown to the ground by someone, Mo Shan'an, who hadn't walked like this in a long time, could only jump up and grab onto the monk's leg.

"Young Master Long, could you please release this humble monk's leg?"

Qinglian could clearly feel that the sharp claws had torn his fabric, but he couldn't lift his foot to shake them off because a burning gaze was fixed on him from the side.

Qinglian guaranteed that if he dared to fall on the little ancestor's lap, the people around him would definitely burn him to ashes with hellfire.

"Let's go, should I wait for you?"

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an also poked him with his paw, "Hurry up and leave, or I'll poke you."

"No, no, this humble monk will leave now."

Qinglian forced a smile, enduring the stinging sensation on her leg.

"I wonder why the Demon Lord has come to our little temple."

Under the other party's intentional or unintentional probing gaze, Mo Shitian's lips curled into a captivating smile, while a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.

Is it that not enough people have been killed, or that the deterrent effect is insufficient, to make this person feel entitled to question him?

"Why do you think I have come here?"

"Ahem, this humble monk does not know."

Qinglian already thought the man's features were so strikingly handsome that it was hard to tell if he was male or female, but now his smile was even more stunning than any demon woman he had ever seen.

"If you dare to look at me with those eyes again, I will slaughter everyone here."

A deep, pleasant male voice, yet tinged with a bloodthirsty intent, echoed in the other person's mind like a demon.

Qinglian, his face pale, quickly lowered his head. He had no homosexual tendencies; everyone has an appreciation for beauty, he simply enjoyed admiring good-looking people.

For example, he had admired that male benefactor who ruined him last time!

Seeing that they had all stopped, Mo Shan'an realized that only the two of them could hear Mo Shitian's last words.

"Woo-hoo"

He poked someone's thigh and asked, "Why aren't you moving? It must be tiring for him to be clinging to me like this."

The man withdrew his imposing aura, and the other man collapsed to the ground, a thin layer of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

Mo Shitian picked up the cub, glanced at the little guy in his hand casually, and slowly spoke.

"dirty"

After hearing this, Mo Shan'an puffed out his cheeks. "You were the one who threw him down, and now you're complaining that he's dirty. Men are such unpredictable creatures."