From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Qiling and the young man looked into each other's eyes. One was a god who was aloof, noble and worldly, while the other was a god who was aloof and indifferent but had experienced the vicissitudes of life and had walked down to the mortal world.

They seemed to be looking at each other across time and space, seeing each other's traces of time. They had clearly the same origin, but at a certain point in time, a parallel line suddenly split into two lines in different directions, leading to different endings.

Zhang Qiling looked at the young man's experience, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Mo Jiu nestled in Zhang Qiling's arms. When he heard the young man's voice, his body changed for a moment, but he soon relaxed and collapsed directly on Zhang Qiling, allowing him to hold him.

His ears twitched a few times, and he stood up quietly like a small animal, listening to the movements of the two people, his round eyeballs constantly turning.

Zhang Qiling naturally knew what the little Qilin he raised at home was thinking. He retracted his gaze and looked down at Mo Jiu's inky black hair.

Mo Jiu pulled Zhang Qiling's clothes on her chest with her claws, and her little fingers kept spinning! Her little ears kept moving!

Speak up! Speak up, your two! Xiao Jiu is curious about what will happen if the two brothers meet?

The young man lowered his eyelids, his eyes fell on the slightly exposed tip of Mo Jiu's ear, and his two slender fingers rubbed it slightly.

The black bear approached the young man from behind, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Dumb, your son?"

It's no wonder that Hei Xia Zi is so curious and gossipy, mainly because he has seen what the young man looked like when he was a teenager. It's just that Zhang Qiling looks like the young man's stunning appearance, with the beauty effect and godly temperament, he looks even more extraordinary and beautiful. Even the best painter in the world would find it difficult to depict his true divine appearance.

You know what, he really looks like a real god, Hei Xiazi muttered to himself.

Mo Jiu couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing what Hei Xia Zi said.

Zhang Qiling reached out and rubbed his head helplessly, "Stop it."

Just two simple words, but Hei Xia Zi could sense a deep doting in the cold words from this godly young man who looked exactly like Zhang the Mute. Hei Xia Zi couldn't help but shudder and turned to look at the young man's profile, feeling a strange feeling.

"Brother Xiaoguan." Mo Jiu was rubbed on the head, and following the strength of Zhang Qiling's hand, he subconsciously rubbed his neck.

A slight itchy feeling penetrated into Zhang Qiling's heart, making him ignore the hint of watching a show in Mo Jiu's voice.

The young man gave Hei Xia Zi a cold, sidelong look with murderous intent in it, which made Hei Xia Zi silently make a gesture to cover his mouth.

Oh, oh, oh... I'm so scared, the mute is so fierce!

Aning, Wuxie and the others followed over and looked at Zhang Qiling's face, their eyes full of amazement and some doubts about the young man.

Is he really my brother's son? My brother is as beautiful as a fallen immortal, so it is not impossible for him to give birth to a son who is more handsome than himself.

Although Zhang Qiling was used to the way people looked at him, he didn't like others staring at him all the time. He glanced at everyone with a cold gaze. Aning and others felt their hearts suddenly stop beating, and they subconsciously lowered their heads and retracted their gazes.

Dingzhu Zhuoma, supported by Tashi and Chen Wenjin, who was pretending to be her daughter-in-law, came to a place not far from Zhang Qiling and knelt down devoutly.

Zhang Qiling moved his body while holding Mo Jiu inconspicuously, avoiding her kneeling.

"I am a cultivator, and my teachings are different from those of Tibetan Buddhism. You don't need to kneel down to worship me. (Tibetan)" Zhang Qiling looked down at Dingzhu Zhuoma and said calmly.

"What did he say?" Wu Xie didn't understand Tibetan and asked curiously. But he was more curious about the relationship between Zhang Qiling and the little brother.

Tashi did not dare to translate, and knelt silently behind his grandmother. His grandmother believed in Tibetan gods all her life, and she had a sense of some special things. As for Dingzhu Zhuoma, she believed in Zhang Qiling as a god. He believed in his grandmother's words, so he naturally did not dare to disrespect Zhang Qiling.

Chen Wenjin retreated to the side, lowered his head and concealed his presence. No one knew what he was thinking.

The young man understood what Zhang Qiling said, but he was confused. Is there anyone in the Zhang family who has achieved success in practicing Taoism?

"Lead the way." Zhang Qiling said to the young man.

The two looked at each other and understood each other tacitly.

The young man turned around and took Zhang Qiling towards his tent.

Zhang Qiling half-hugged Mo Jiu who was still clinging to him, and followed silently behind.

Wuxie wanted to follow, but was stopped by Heixiazi.

"Young Master San, the long-lost family of the mute has been found. Let's not disturb them from reminiscing about the past!"

Hei Xia Zi said this with a smile, but his eyes under his sunglasses glanced at Aning and others, and the warning was very obvious.

Although Aning was curious, as long as it did not affect her mission, she did not care if a few more people showed up. She turned around and took her men to continue to check what was going on under Wuxie's tent.

Chen Wenjin supported Dingzhu Zhuoma and walked into the tent, but there was a trace of worry between her brows. She didn't know whether the two mysterious people who suddenly appeared would affect her plan. But she didn't have much time, and she had to find a way to let Wuxie enter the Queen Mother of the West Palace as soon as possible.

After sending everyone away, Hei Xia Zi looked in the direction of the young man's tent, laughed, then shook his head, looked a little nonchalant, found a place to squat, and guarded the tent to prevent others from approaching.