From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Seeing that Mo Jiu didn't understand these, the 8888 system immediately explained in order to please him: "There are many worlds of different dimensions in the universe. They are derived from the stories in the books. Many readers like the protagonists in the books and become fans of the protagonists..."

Mo Jiu nodded as he listened, indicating that he remembered it. If he didn't understand, he would ask his brother, what is the derivative world? What does the 8888 system mean? Are the worlds they are in the story characters in the book? And the 8888 system is the highest high-dimensional world in the universe. The main system there distributes these subsystems, allowing them to travel to a certain time period in each derivative world, change certain people's affairs, and satisfy the readers?

Mo Jiu touched the dull Chaos Bead hanging on his forehead. He felt that the 8888 system was wrong. He was a little prince of the prehistoric Qilin clan, the son of the two great ways of prehistoric and tomb-robbing. He was definitely not the protagonist of some book.

After Xiaojiu finds his brother, Daddy will come to find Xiaojiu. Xiaojiu wants to go to the high-dimensional world of the universe in the 8888 system to take a look. Does Tiandao dare to say that in that world, Daddy Honghuang is also the protagonist of the book he mentioned.

Humph! Dad dares to create a world for his father. Dad and Dad will deal with this audacious Tiandao.

Mo Jiu didn't want to listen to the beeping of the 8888 system anymore, so he manually muted it.

The 8888 system's lifeline chip was pinched by Mo Jiu. The whole little ball was in tears and lay trembling in Mo Jiu's palm, not daring to move.

Mo Jiu's ears twitched as he felt the footsteps in the distance getting closer. He sat up and looked down at the unconscious Wuxie, then at Xie Yuchen.

Mo Jiu decisively chose Wuxie, whom he hated, rested his head on Wuxie's belly and closed his eyes.

The rustling sound of footsteps on the sand was heard. Mo Jiu opened one eye slightly and saw a familiar young man in a hooded jumpsuit walking quickly towards him.

Hmm! This guy is older than my brother, but he is also very good-looking, but not as noble and ethereal as my brother.

Seeing this, Mo Jiu quickly closed his eyes and pretended to faint.

"Innocent."

The young man ran over and looked at the unconscious Wuxie, and shouted worriedly, "Pa pa!"

The young man patted Wuxie lightly but there was no response. He glanced at Mo Jiu, who was lying on Wuxie's belly as disheveled as a beggar, and was stunned for a moment with a cold expression.

He reached out and pulled Mo Jiu off Wu Xie's stomach, then looked at Xie Yuchen's condition. Seeing that both of them had fainted from dehydration, he went to check on the condition of the extra Mo Jiu.

Being pulled down, Mo Jiu's face was pressed against the hot sand:...

Just looking at Mo Jiu's tattered clothes, long hair like weeds, and dust all over his body, his face was completely invisible, and the young man paused slightly as he stretched out his hand.

He reached out and pushed the long hair away from Mo Jiu's face, revealing the dim Chaos Bead on his forehead, as well as the complex and mysterious golden Taoist patterns on his forehead.

Seeing the Dao pattern, the young man lowered his eyelids, and a hint of uncertainty flashed in his eyes. He lightly wiped the dust around the Dao pattern with his two slender fingers, and a burning feeling surged into his fingertips. A golden light emerged and quickly disappeared.

The young man paused the movement of his fingers, stared at Mo Jiu's dirty little face for a while, took out the kettle from his waist, and gave some water to Wu Xie and Xie Yuchen.

When he reached Mo Jiu, the young man hesitated for a moment, but still gave him some water to drink.

Mo Jiu felt the clear water entering his mouth, his eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, and his throat moved, gurgling, and he drank the remaining water in the kettle in one gulp.

Brother:……

He looked at Mo Jiu who had not yet 'awoke', shook the empty kettle, and pursed his lips slightly.

The young man put away the kettle, reached out to help Wuxie up, and put him on his back. Just as he was about to get up, a strange look flashed across his expressionless face.

He turned his head and looked around, but found nothing wrong. Staring at Wuxie's face, a thought flashed through the boy's mind: 'Why is there so much doubt about Wuxie today?'

The young man put Wuxie down and tried to drag him again, leaving long dragging marks on the sand.

The young man put Wuxie down and remained silent for a while.

Then the young man tried to carry Xie Yuchen on his back, and the result was the same as Wuxie.

The young man laid Wuxie and Xie Yuchen flat together, stared at Mo Jiu who was still motionless in the same position, then walked over and squatted down.

The young man reached out and touched the tattered clothes on Mo Jiu's body, then looked at the small white metal ball tightly held in his hand, and then reached out and helped Mo Jiu onto his back. This time, the young man carried him up easily.

At this point, if the young man didn’t know who caused this strange situation, he would be a fool.

The young man's expressionless face looked calm, but if Hei Xiazi was there, he would definitely be able to tell that he was cursing.

Without thinking twice, the young man wanted to put the stranger Mo Jiu down, but Mo Jiu stuck to the young man's back like a sticky candy.

Brother:……

The young man, who had no way to do anything with Mo Jiu, could only carry Mo Jiu on his back, dragging Wu Xie with one hand and Xie Yuchen with the other, and walked towards the temporary camp.

Mo Jiu, who was on the young man's back, quietly opened his eyes and stared at Wuxie and the other person who were being dragged on the sand with some displeasure.

It's so annoying. If it weren't for Xiaojiu's cleverness, the little brother in this world would have dragged me down. Although he is not my little brother, Xiaojiu doesn't allow others to be more important than me in my little brother's heart.

"Come down." The young man felt Mo Jiu's little movement and said lightly.

Mo Jiu pretended not to hear and continued to play unconscious. Anyway, he would not allow the young man to carry other people on his back.