From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Qiling turned his head and glanced at the young man who was eating fruit. He saw that he simply ignored the painful masks of Hei Xiazi and the others, and looked quiet and confused, as if he didn't know how powerful his barbecue was.

Zhang Qiling narrowed his eyes again and looked at Mo Jiu, who was eating happily with a gloating look on his face. He remembered the time when he roasted meat for Mo Jiu when he first came to his side.

Just after taking a bite, the whole little Qilin fell to the ground with its four hooves facing the sky, foaming at the mouth. He was so scared that he thought that this was the reason why the little guy couldn't eat ordinary food. After all, he could eat it himself and it was fine.

At that time, he was so concerned about the little Qilin that he did not even try the barbecue. Later, the little guy only ate the spiritual fruits and herbs in his mansion, until Yin Xinyue and the others arrived at the Zhang family's ancient house.

Why did he ignore the question of whether this little Qilin could eat ordinary food?

Zhang Qiling recalled what happened later. It seemed that Mo Jiu, apart from eating the food he bought and the food made by other people, never asked him to cook for him again.

Mo Jiu seemed to say that the food he cooked was unpalatable. Could it be that the food he cooked was poisonous?

Zhang Qiling lowered his head, took the skewered meat, placed it next to the fire and slowly roasted it.

Mo Jiu, who was gnawing on the phoenix wing, froze in his tracks and stared at the barbecue in Zhang Qiling's hands, his scales almost bursting.

He rolled his eyes, looked at the young man, and then looked at the black bear who was fighting against the barbecue.

How should he share all of Xiaoguan brother’s barbecue with others? After Xiaoguan brother started fasting, he hadn’t cooked anything. Why did he think of barbecue today?

In order to prevent Brother Xiaoguan from cooking, Xiao Qilin secretly raised his cultivation to a level that allowed him to practice fasting overnight. He was so tired that he didn't sleep all night. He didn't want to try the power of the barbecue again, but if he didn't eat it, what would happen if Brother Xiaoguan was sad?

Mo Jiu was a little distressed, and the phoenix wings in his mouth no longer smelled good. This was real phoenix meat, not the mindless phoenix that was raised and eaten with merits in the Dragon and Phoenix Pond. Usually, his father gave him one because he behaved well!

Except for Zhang Qiling, no one noticed that when he started grilling the meat, the young man silently shrank back, successfully hiding himself so that no one could notice him.

Just then the people behind were getting ready one after another. Mo Jiu quickly dealt with Feng Chi, and Zhang Qiling cooperated in finishing the job.

So, when Wuxie and Fatty fell down, no one caught them. They felt like their waists were about to break and screamed on the ground in pain. Pan Zi and others quickly helped them up.

The fragrance of the phoenix wings had not yet dissipated, making these people drool, but Zhang Qiling had already processed the bones of the phoenix wings.

Mo Jiu took the half-roasted meat from Zhang Qiling, looked at the slightly charred meat on the outside, and handed it directly to Wu Xie and Fatty.

He blocked their cries and said, "Here's some food for you to eat. It's delicious! Eat more!"

"There will be food when you come down. Judging from the aroma, the royal chef's cooking skills are really amazing. Thank you, Xiaojiu." The fat man took the barbecue with his big hands and his fat face immediately smiled happily.

"You're welcome. Eat more. If you're not satisfied, there's more." Mo Jiu stuffed a handful of the barbecued meat that the young man hadn't shared with them. Pan Zi and the others also had some.

The young man looked at the man squatting in front of Wuxie and the others with a sly smile, and silently picked up the black gold ancient knife, "I'll go explore the way."

After saying this, the young man disappeared in front of everyone.

Zhang Qiling wanted to hand him the barbecue, but he silently turned it around and gave it to the confused Hei Xiazi, "Eat more."

Hei Xia Zi was savoring the lingering taste in his mouth. He always felt that the aroma of the barbecue did not match the fragrance in the air.