From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Hong Huang touched Mo Jiu's soft sideburns. Hmm! It feels pretty good. It seems to be good to keep it and play with it. Otherwise, I'll take it back!

Daodao gritted his teeth and said, "Put down your hands. That's my baby. What do you think it is?"

As for Daodao's thoughts, Honghuang knew what He thought without even having to look at Him!

This is just a jealous little Tiandao!

Honghuang Tiandao hugged Mo Jiu's little Qilin body in his arms, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhang Qiling.

"The first Qilin bloodline, you are quite good at choosing?"

Daodao froze, and laughed awkwardly, with a little ball of light flickering.

Zhang Qiling: Could this bloodline be what I thought before? Tiandao really stole the Qilin blood from another world in Tiandao.

"The bloodline of the Pixiu, hmm! Just a trace, it seems to have been diluted to the point of being almost gone! You, little Tiandao, have a good eye." Honghuang looked at Heixiazi again and nodded slightly.

They all targeted the top bloodlines and roots in his primitive world. With the ability of this little Tiandao, he was able to succeed. It should have been done not long after the heavenly tribulation began, when he was still not awake.

At that time, the Great Dao had not yet disappeared, and the Great Dao governed the rules of the prehistoric world. It should be the back door that the Great Dao opened for this little Heavenly Dao.

The eldest son, the youngest son, and the eldest grandson, this saying in this world is quite true. The way of being is fair, but it also depends on the person.

This little tomb-robbing Taoist has made his own world into what it is now, and he hasn't even returned to the void yet. There are even faint signs of upgrades now. He just doesn't believe that this isn't the work of the Great Dao.

Daodao simply shrank his little ball of light into the crack. He now just wanted to bury himself.

When he was just born, he was looking for a place for himself and wandering in the chaos. By chance, he encountered the sleeping and upgrading Honghuang. He sneaked into His world and took a drop of blood from the unborn Qilin and a drop of blood from the Pixiu without leaving a trace. He was proud of his luck.

Now, having been caught red-handed by the real culprit, Daodao wanted to go back to the past and bury his daring self in the wilderness.

It’s over! This guy is not going to strangle himself to death!

"Replenish the veins of your world." Honghuang turned around and wanted to leave while holding the little Qilin.

"Before you leave, put my baby down first."

Hong Huang did not pursue the matter, but Dao Dao was completely furious. His child! But he could not move his clone away now.

Hong Huang paused, turned around and looked not at Dao Dao, but at Zhang Qiling.

"Raise that black cub by yourself!" Honghuang would not care about even a trace of the blood of a divine beast.

"This one barely has half Qilin bloodline, which is not bad. It can be considered as half a living being in my world! I will take it away with me."

Does the black blind man who is called Hei Zai dare to refute that he is not black?

He was now regretting coming to the Zhang family's old house! Could a small person like him meet these great gods?

Oh, oh... Please treat him as air!

Zhang Qiling had a bewildered look on his face. He felt as if he was being swept by a breeze, and before his eyes there appeared a world with auspicious clouds covering the ground and fairy mist floating.

Then he felt that he could move, and a chubby, sleeping little Qilin fell into his arms.

A small heavenly eye, flashing with lightning, angrily rushed towards the young Taoist body of Honghuang.

Honghuang didn't even look at him. With a wave of his hand, he sent the origin of Dao flying into the world of tomb robbers.

"Don't be lazy, go and repair your earth veins. Although this heavenly space is shabby, I can only stay here for a while."

As he spoke, Honghuang Tiandao conjured up a cloud chair, sat on it, and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhang Qiling silently held the little Qilin in his arms and found a corner with many auspicious clouds, where he squatted and daydreamed.

After Daodao's clone merged with his origin in the Zhang family's old house, he was so angry that he jumped several times directly on the hole in the earth vein.

Ahhh... If you dislike my home, please leave!

Not only was his own home occupied by another Heavenly Dao, but he was also driven out.

Ah... this is so unfair!

I'm so angry!

His cub was also robbed! Woo woo woo...

Suddenly, Daodao stopped venting, and his little eye turned to stare at Heixiazi, making crackling sounds like lightning.

Hei Xia Zi, who was trying his best to reduce his presence, couldn't help but smile at Dao Dao in a flattering manner.

"What do you see, you little black boy? What do you hear?"

"No... I didn't see anything. My eyes are blind, and my ears seem to be deaf too!" Hei Xiazi reacted immediately, looked up at the sky, pushed his black sunglasses that were about to fall off, covered his ears, and looked cowardly.

"Hmph! Go find someone to rebuild this place." Daodao snorted coldly and threw Hei Xia Zi away!

This useless guy can only help his offspring clean up these small messes.

But Daodao couldn't help but look sad when he looked at the holes and cracks in the ground beneath him.

He activated the source of Heaven's Way and began to repair the earth's veins. Looking at his own source which was being consumed less and less, he couldn't help but sing a song with grievance.

"Little Heavenly Dao, the world is in tatters, Heavenly Dao! Mend it up and another year has passed."