From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

When he said the name, the boy was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why this name suddenly popped up in his mind, as if it had originally belonged to this little cub.

Hei Xiazi quietly reached out and touched Youan's little hand. It was cold, without a trace of warmth, just like...

"This name sounds nice, Xiao Youan, Xiao Anan." The fat man nodded and said happily.

Wuxie also liked this name very much, and kept telling Xie Yuchen the meaning of this name and which celebrity in history had taken this name as his pen name.

I have to say that Wuxie is worthy of being a top student who graduated from Zhejiang University. His knowledge and culture are truly impressive.

Mo Jiu stared at You An's delicate little face, "The little cub of the Zhang family, the little cub younger than Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu is finally not the youngest."

Daodao: Silly boy, have you forgotten that you are not from the Zhang family?

Zhang Qiling thought of the group of old antiques of the Zhang family on the prehistoric Xuantian Island. They had lived for tens of thousands of years, and it seemed that all of them were single. Indeed, there were no newborns in the Zhang family.

He frowned slightly and thought about it.

Forget it! He is single now. If the Zhang family is incompetent, then he will continue to be single! He is the clan leader, but he is not responsible for solving the marriage problems of the clan members.

On the contrary...

Zhang Qiling looked at You'an in his brother's arms. Although he didn't have Qilin blood, he felt a blood connection with the Zhang family.

"He..." The young man's cold eyes fell on Zhang Qiling. He was not familiar with Daodao, and Mo Jiu looked unreliable. The only person he could count on was probably another himself.

Zhang Qiling tilted his head and glanced at Daodao.

Daodao avoided the gaze of his eldest son and pulled Mo Jiu over, "Little Jiujiu, Daddy brought you a lot of delicious food, let's go eat."

"Okay, okay!" When Mo Jiu heard this, he immediately gave up the thought of snatching You'an from the young man's arms and treating him as a little doll to play with him, and instead turned his attention to the delicious food.

He turned around and ran away happily following Daodao without any reluctance.

Zhang Qiling walked a few steps towards the young man, stopped one step in front of him, and looked at Youan.

He looked through the small body and saw a tiny, curled up little soul huddled deep inside.

It was a soul covered with wounds, like countless soul fragments stuck together. In the eyes of Zhang Qiling, a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, Youan's life was not concealed at all.

Zhang Qiling took out his finger and tapped Youan's forehead. A golden light flashed into Youan's forehead, and Wuxie and Fatty's eyes sparkled.

As the golden light merged into Youan's little body, they could see with their naked eyes that Youan's little face instantly turned rosy as if he had drunk something tonic.

On the small body, the chest began to rise and fall slightly, and the sound of small breathing reached the ears.

The young man and Hei Xia Zi couldn't help but hold their breath and stared closely at You An in the young man's arms, for fear of waking him up.

"Mute, you can't even cook, why don't a blind man help you? Just give you living expenses."

The young man suddenly looked up and stared at Hei Xia Zi's sneaky look with murderous eyes.

Turning around, the young man looked at Zhang Qiling helplessly and aggrievedly. He didn't know how to raise a cub.

Zhang Qiling: …

"Give."

Finally, Zhang Qiling seemed to have thought of something, took out a book from his sleeve and handed it to the young man.

"To raise a cub."

Xie Yuchen and a few others looked at Zhang Qiling in surprise. They could never have imagined that this man who looked like a god actually had experience in raising children.