Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

The Zhang family values ​​bloodline, and children from pure-blood families are usually raised by their parents at the age of three or four, and are sent to the clan school at the age of five.

And those mixed-race orphans are all in orphanages and start training at the age of three.

When Zhang Qiyuan was disobedient and acted like a demon, Zhang Haiqing used this to scare him, but Zhang Qiyuan was not afraid, he just felt a little uncomfortable. Training should start at the age of three.

When he was three years old, his father told him very carefully some essential skills of the Zhang family.

For example, bone shrinking exercises are a kind of boy's exercise that removes joints and is usually combined with ointments and medicated baths, otherwise it will leave a root of disease.

Those guys in the orphanage camp couldn’t get these supplementary medicinal materials at all. They could only rely on their own hard work to climb up, and only when they reached the main family could they receive preferential treatment.

Just like raising Gu.

Zhang Qiyuan frowned. He previously thought that the Zhang family was a killer organization, but he didn't expect that they were actually a tomb-robbing family!

Zhang Qiyuan ignored the sense of familiarity. He had read at least ten thousand tomb-raiding novels, so it was normal for him to be familiar with them.

He has to sign in now.

While I was still young and not yet old enough to go to school, I looked for new places I had never been to and checked in. And sometimes there were some little surprises.

Moreover, Zhang Qiyuan discovered that his spiritual value would increase exponentially as he aged.

As Zhang Qiyuan got older, his tricks became more and more elaborate, and he was no longer satisfied with just teasing those little brats.

He wanted to go against the feudal patriarchs, bah, to fight for his legitimate rights and interests.

The reason was that Zhang Qiyuan's father, Zhang Haiqing, sent Zhang Qiyuan to the clan school.

Early in the morning of the first day, Zhang Qiyuan was still a little dazed. Zhang Haiqing quickly helped Zhang Qiyuan get dressed and then wiped his face with a towel soaked in cold water.

Zhang Qiyuan's biological clock usually requires him to sleep until he wakes up naturally. This was the first time he was startled by the cold water. He felt a little dazed and looked dazed.

Zhang Haiqing felt happy and reached out to pinch his kid's face. The rough calluses scratched his cheeks and made them turn red.

He suddenly felt guilty and nodded and said hello to the master of the clan, then slipped away.

There is really no way to teach this kid at home, so it would be better for him to come to the clan school early so that he can save some trouble.

Sitting on the hard stool, Zhang Qiyuan looked around. Due to lack of sleep, his IQ dropped. He was so sleepy that he lay down on the table and fell asleep in seconds.

Not long after, Zhang Qiyuan was woken up by Master Zhang holding his neck. At this time today, it was literature class, and the other Zhangs were busy learning Tibetan.

It's a jumbled sound, very hypnotic.

"Sleepy." Zhang Qiyuan felt weak all over. He kicked his legs and found himself hanging in the air.

Master Zhang frowned. It seemed that the Zhang family's strong gene for self-discipline had mutated in Zhang Qiyuan. He had taught so many Little Zhangs, but had never seen such a lazy one.

Finally, Master Zhang saw that Zhang Qiyuan was too young and that his father sent him here probably to help him adapt to the atmosphere of the clan school in advance, so he did not punish him, but just asked Zhang Qiyuan to stand outside to wake up.

Zhang Qiyuan was standing outside and had a full sleep. He could hear the birds singing and the sound of people reading. His IQ went up and he turned around to go back and settle the score with Zhang Haiqing.

As a result, Zhang Haiqing slipped away.

Zhang Haihui, Zhang Qiyuan's mother was still there, but she had just returned from a mission and had a wound on her arm. Zhang Qiyuan took a look at her and didn't disturb her.

The family atmosphere in the Zhang family is rather cold.

As for Zhang Qiyuan, he has a memory of 100,000 years. Although it is a long time, he has a good memory. He has a mother, Ms. Wen, a ruthless person who died of her father and left her son behind. Although Ms. Wen is sometimes crazy, she not only provides him with abundant material things, but also gives him warm maternal love and care.

The position of a mother cannot be replaced casually.

Zhang Qiyuan did not expect to find ordinary maternal love in a family that trains killers.

Zhang Haihui's maternal love was probably to embroider this chick on the purse for him, but Zhang Qiyuan couldn't say that the chick was pretty despite his conscience, so he could only say that the purse was of good quality.

Not only was maternal love lacking, but paternal love was like a landslide, stabbing Zhang Qiyuan in the back.

Zhang Qiyuan felt very depressed when he couldn't find Zhang Haiqing. He just walked with his head down. The wide bluestone slabs made the road very flat. After turning several turns, he finally arrived at the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall.

The Zhang Family Ancestral Hall is not magnificent in style, but it has an antique charm and profound heritage at first glance.

Zhang Qiyuan's eyes rolled and he came up with an idea. There was rapeseed oil stored in the space. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he could take it out.

After all, it is something that exists in this world, so the restrictions will not be too great.

A bucket of rapeseed oil was poured at the gate of the ancestral hall, and then a fire starter was blown, and a raging flame flowed on the oiled wood. The flames flickered, and Zhang Qiyuan looked at the fire in front of him. He thought the scene was beautiful.

Of course, it’s far worse than the fireworks in the small world.

Before he could finish admiring it, other members of the Zhang family came following the thick smoke.

The Zhang family is indeed a great family with a thousand-year heritage. Under the command of the clan elders, the raging fire was put out in a short while.

However, the charred door and the blackened ancestral hall marked the first time that the Zhang family had experienced a fire since its founding.

And it was a man-made fire.

The little Zhangs stared at Zhang Qiyuan who was squatting not far away with their eyes wide open. They were furious, but more suspicious, as if an alien had appeared in the Zhang family.

Zhang Qiyuan was not afraid. The Zhang family was a group of monsters who were immortal. Although their skin looked young, they might be a hundred-year-old old man.

So Zhang Qiyuan never remembered the names of any member of the Zhang family, except his parents.

He is just like that. He doesn't even bother to remember the names of people who have nothing to do with him.

Just like the pet he raised for hundreds of years, he only remembered its name.

Zhang Haihui rushed over, but did not plead for Zhang Qiyuan.

Zhang Qiyuan was forced to kneel outside the ancestral hall.

The burnt smell was unpleasant, but Zhang Qiyuan felt at ease. After venting his anger, he finally felt relieved.

He knelt on the hard ground, thought for a long time, called up the sign-in panel, and signed in silently.

Then there was a ding sound: "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a mutant unicorn tattoo."

An electronic sound without any emotion sounded dully in his mind. Zhang Qiyuan clicked to check the instructions for use. It only said that this was a blind box and the direction of mutation was generally random.

Having been a gambler for tens of thousands of years, Zhang Qiyuan felt in a good mood today and his luck was very good, so he clicked the use button without hesitation.

Then the three-and-a-half-year-old Zhang Qiyuan felt as if his whole body was burning by fire. He endured it for a few minutes and then passed out.

Xiao Zhang, who had been watching secretly, didn't know what happened. He only felt that Zhang Qiyuan suddenly fainted, and that he exuded a very pure Qilin bloodline aura.

Xiao Zhang walked over quickly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt the heat radiating from Zhang Qiyuan through his clothes.

Huh?

Is it because he has been away on a mission for many years and has not returned, that the Qilin tattoo can awaken on its own? ?

The matter of the automatic awakening of the Qilin tattoo alarmed the clan leader. Clan leader Zhang looked at Zhang Qiyuan who was soaking in the cold spring, along with the old guys in the clan.

Purple lines grew from Zhang Qiyuan's heart, entwined together, then separated, wandering across his chest, taking root bit by bit, and finally forming a ferocious and roaring purple unicorn.

As the purple unicorn tattoo took shape, thunder exploded in the clear sky. Purple arcs of electricity burst out from Zhang Qiyuan's body. The thunderstorm swept across a large area of ​​the sky, including the patriarch's house which was almost reduced to ruins.

However, Zhang Qiyuan was awakening, his Qilin bloodline was awakening, and his spiritual value was gradually increasing. He was struggling to wake up.

She is the goddess of fate, the throne that controls destiny. The dice of destiny in the space responded to the call of its master and appeared in Zhang Qiyuan's arms.

The crystal clear dice kept spinning and time froze in an instant.

Until the dice stops moving, with the 5 facing up, the golden number emits a faint glow.

Zhang Qiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden pattern of the Wheel of Fortune appeared in his black pupils in an instant. The still time was like a broken mirror, and the long river of time began to flow again.

"Shit! Where are my clothes!"

Hearing Zhang Qiyuan's shout, Patriarch Zhang didn't care about his burnt hair and clothes. "Your bloodline suddenly awakened. How do you feel now?"

The other Master Zhang who was almost burnt also came forward to check Zhang Qiyuan's purple unicorn tattoo.

So the little Zhangs who were attracted by the thunderstorm outside looked at the Master Zhangs standing in the ruins in the dark, and gathered in a circle to watch Zhang Qiyuan taking a bath.

Xiao Zhang: Wow~

Zhang Qiyuan put away the dice of fate, looked up and stared at the dark-faced Zhang clan leader, but didn't say anything.

Then I heard the black chief say: "You have not only awakened the ability to control lightning."

Zhang Qiyuan's eyebrows twitched, he blinked, and found that he seemed to vaguely see the line of fate.

"I can see your destiny line. You will die in..." an ancient city.

Before he could finish the rest of the words, Zhang Qiyuan spat out a mouthful of blood.

Patriarch Zhang was stunned for a moment, his face solemn: "Backlash."

Zhang Qiyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the cold spring was dyed red with blood. He coughed a few times and felt that his internal organs were all damaged to varying degrees.

"Let's elect the next clan leader as soon as possible."

These were the last words Zhang Qiyuan said before he fainted.

He really wanted to watch the clan leader selection competition.

I heard that the patriarch's succession ceremony was quite grand.