From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Hearing the voice of Mr. Ba, Mo Jiu ran faster and ran upstairs and into the room.

Zhang Qiling, who was in a daze, watched him rush in with a pile of money in his arms, while Mr. Ba was chasing him from behind.

"Robbing it?"

"No, I won." Mo Jiu shook his head. "I won by playing cards with Sister Yin and the others. I'm lucky. I win every time."

Zhang Qiling couldn't help but curl up his lips. Wouldn't it be a waste of money to gamble with the little Qilin? Who could beat its luck?

"What's the matter with him chasing you?" Zhang Qiling looked at the breathless Mr. Ba leaning against the door of the room and asked curiously. This man is quite good at fortune-telling. He knows that Jiujiu is different and has been avoiding her. How dare he chase Jiujiu today?

"I don't know, but it's not a good thing." Mo Jiu frowned as he looked at the Eighth Master. He was born a Golden Immortal and could sense some things of ordinary mortals.

This fortune teller wants to find me to save someone!

"Young senior, I have a brother who wants to visit you. Is it convenient?"

"It's inconvenient, it's inconvenient." Mo Jiu shook his head and snuggled into Zhang Qiling's arms, not wanting to see this person.

But he forgot that he was not a little unicorn the size of a palm. The ten-year-old child rushed into Zhang Qiling's arms, but he couldn't hide.

"My brother is rich, with a fortune of millions." Thinking of Mo Jiu's money-obsessed look, the Eighth Master couldn't help but tempt him.

Sure enough, Mo Jiu stopped what he was doing after hearing this. Money! He was in need of it! After leaving the Zhang family, he realized that money was needed everywhere. However, he had no silver coins in his mansion. He had to rely on his brother to support him. What should he do if he was tired? He was interested in making money!

Zhang Qiling was stunned by his reaction. All the gold, antiques and jewelry of the Zhang family were kept by him. Why did Duo Jiujiu still like money? Did he have the blood of a Pixiu?

At this time, Mo Jiu had never seen others use gold. He had always seen others use silver dollars. Zhang Qiling had never told him the function of gold. He only knew that the dragon clan liked these golden things, and thought that humans also liked them and collected them, just like those antiques that could not be eaten.

I can only say that this is a beautiful misunderstanding.

"How rich are you? Can you buy the Zhang family's house?" Mo Jiu now earns money to buy a house of his own, but he asked Yin Xingyue, it's too expensive! Jiujiu can't afford it with that little money.

When Mr. Ba saw that there was a chance, he quickly said, "Yes, you can buy it. Three seats like this are all fine."

Mo Jiu turned around and looked at Mr. Ba, poked his fingers with some confusion, and looked at Zhang Qiling again.

"Let him come over."

Zhang Qiling touched Mo Jiu's head. Little Qilin can do whatever he wants, since he is there for him!

"Okay, okay, thank you senior, thank you young senior." Mr. Ba ran downstairs happily, almost rolling down the stairs in excitement.

"Eighth Master, be careful!" Yin Xingyue, who was talking to Er Yuehong, turned pale with fright.

On the other side, a young man with a fierce look on his face supported him and asked, "Did you do it?"

"How is the fortune teller?" Er Yuehong asked anxiously.

"Senior has agreed to see you." Master Ba nodded with a smile, looking at the girl leaning on the sofa with a pale face and dark and cloudy eyes. It all depends on whether she can grasp this glimmer of hope.

"Then let's go up now." The young man Chenpi walked up anxiously.

The Eighth Master quickly stopped him. He didn't know this kid's personality and temper. If he let him go up and offend his seniors, it might put an end to the Second Madam's life.

"Chenpi." Er Yuehong warned.

Chen Pi stopped unwillingly. Although he was expelled from the sect and became the head of the fourth sect, he still had to act as the obedient Chen Pi in front of his master's wife.

"This is your master's wife's last chance. You have an impulsive personality, so I don't recommend you go." Mr. Ba reminded him.

"What do you mean?" Chen Pi asked fiercely. Don't think that he won't dare to touch this fortune teller just because the Buddha is around.

"Chenpi, control your temper. If you don't want to harm your master's wife again." Er Yuehong shouted. Thinking that the girl was like this because of Chenpi, this traitor wanted to kill him himself, if the girl hadn't stopped him.

Chenpi's face suddenly darkened, but he had no urge to go up again.

Er Yuehong glanced at the maid, then turned around and asked Yin Xingyue to help look after the servants while he went upstairs.

"No need to go on."

There was a clear child's voice, and two stunningly good-looking people, one big and one small, walked down.

Er Yuehong was looking at Zhang Qiling and Mo Jiu in a daze. Mr. Ba had said that they were very young, but he didn't expect them to be so young. However, they were very good-looking, and she pales in comparison to them.

"You are the people that the Eighth Master mentioned who can save my master's wife. You are so young, you are not a liar!" Chen Pi looked at them, totally unconvinced. He felt that he was deceived by the Eighth Master.

"Chenpi." Er Yuehong even wanted to sew up Chenpi's mouth. He thought he had forgotten what he had taught others not to judge by appearance.

"If you're lying, why did you come to us?" Mo Jiu glanced at him and rolled his eyes in disgust. He was full of murderous aura, which the little Qilin hated.

It was the good-looking Er Yuehong who attracted Mo Jiu's attention. What a gentle brother.

Zhang Qiling glanced at Er Yuehong indifferently, then reached out and grabbed Mo Jiu's little hand.

"You are like this, you come out to deceive people and pretend to be a fool. Who would believe that you are a good doctor with such a childish look?" Chen Pi said and wanted to take the girl away, "I want to take my master's wife to the foreign hospital."

"I don't even want to save a person who has half a day left to live!" Mo Jiu said coldly. He had been here for so long, and no one had dared to do this to him.

"You little bastard, how dare you curse my master's wife?" Chen Pi roared angrily.

"Chenpi, how dare you."

Chenpi's nine-claw hook suddenly hit Mo Jiu, and Er Yuehong hurriedly ejected the iron bead to deflect the hook.

At the same time, Zhang Qiling's face changed and he stretched out his hand and swung it.

"Boom."

Chenpi was knocked flying, making a hole in the window of the hall, and fell in the yard, spitting out blood.

Seeing Chen Pi's miserable appearance in an instant, except for Mo Jiu who looked a little smug, everyone else, including Zhang Qishan and his group who had just walked into the yard and was shocked by Chen Pi who suddenly fell at his feet, felt a little creepy. Is this how a human would do things?

"Senior." Mr. Ba swallowed his saliva. It was the first time he saw Zhang Qiling take action. But was that the legendary inner force? Or the immortal power in myth?

"Clan leader, young prince." Zhang Qishan and his party greeted them one after another. They always felt that the tangerine peel under their feet was the young clan leader's dissatisfaction with them.

It's better to lower your head, and just fall at their feet. It can be seen that the clan leader has deep skills and control ability. I don't know if they can resist it after a palm strike.