From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Mo Jiu looked at Qiongqi's quickly departing figure, rubbed his belly in disappointment, and pouted.

Alas! The food is gone again!

Zhang Qiling touched his little head with amusement, what a little foodie he was. It seemed that the true nature of this little unicorn was restricted when he was in the Zhang family.

"Brother, where are we going now?" Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qishan and his group who were all unconscious. Are they going to move back?

But the little Qilin is hungry now and doesn’t have the strength to move, so let them stay here and lie dead!

"They have plans, so let's go back to Changsha first."

Zhang Qiling picked up Mo Jiu and disappeared into the tomb. Without them, he knew the way now and could go very fast.

The little Qilin must be very hungry now, so they should go first and find something to eat.

……

Zhang Qiling brought Mo Jiu out of Qingwuzi's tomb, then took a magic weapon, planning to become invisible and fly back to Changsha on a sword.

However, they did not expect to encounter Japanese planes patrolling back and forth in the air. They were probably coming to check on the missing Japanese.

However, those Japanese have now died from the poison in the tomb, but Jude Kao was lucky enough to come out alive.

At this time, he was leading his men in ambush at the entrance of the mine, waiting for Zhang Qishan and others to come out.

Zhang Qiling and Mo Jiu stood on a big tree on a mountain peak, looking at Qiu Dekao's people in front of them. They were squatting in the weeds, watching the situation at the entrance of the mine closely, and chattering from time to time.

"Brother, what are they talking about?" Mo Jiu moved his fingers, wanting to search the mind so that he would know everything. Otherwise, he always couldn't understand, which was so annoying.

Can't the people here unify their written language?

"Longevity." Zhang Qiling said. He looked at Jude Kao and the group of strong and tall Americans who were obviously mercenaries, and pondered for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Their spirits all stink." Mo Jiu pinched his nose with some disgust. That little action was very cute.

Zhang Qiling looked down at him with a smile in his eyes. The little Qilin was born with auspiciousness, and naturally despised these evil people with corrupt souls.

"Xiao Jiu, let's go help this country!" Zhang Qiling's voice was a little empty. He looked up at the Japanese planes that were roaring in the sky.

If he were the person he used to be, he might not even be able to protect himself. In this so-called national crisis, he would be powerless even if he wanted to.

Now that he has achieved great success, the country where he was born is in dire straits. Zhang Qiling wants to do his part to help those helpless people escape from suffering as soon as possible.

"Why?" Mo Jiu was a little puzzled. In his inheritance, the various tribes in the prehistoric world were constantly fighting. Although there are not thousands of tribes here, there are different countries. Isn't it wrong to have war?

"Peace is the best life for fragile human beings." Zhang Qiling knew what Mo Jiu was thinking, but the creatures in this world were different from those in the prehistoric world.

Mo Jiu nodded. He didn’t understand, but he agreed with his brother’s choice.

Isn't it just to help the creatures on this land? It's a small matter. Anyway, he doesn't like those people who chatter and speak bird language.

As Mo Jiu agreed, at the dragon vein of the distant Sijiu City, the black spots on the body of the weak Golden Dragon of National Destiny were eroding its body, and at this time a stream of luck was slowly approaching it.

It opened its weak eyes and looked towards Xiangxi. Was someone helping it?

The Golden Dragon of National Destiny shook its powerless tail vigorously and roared to the sky.

Mo Jiu glanced in the direction of Sijiu City with interest. Was it asking him for help?

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qiling's current cultivation level was insufficient, and he was unable to sense the existence of the Golden Dragon of National Destiny.

"It seems like something is asking Xiaojiu for help." Mo Jiu said a little confused.

Tomb Robber Tiandao looked at the golden dragon of national destiny in silence. He was now confused about the development of his own world.

I saved a little Qilin that I liked and raised it in my own world. Why is it that now, the road of development of my own world has forked?

Should I take action to get it back? But this seems to be a good thing.

"What can you feel?" Zhang Qiling released his spiritual sense, but did not find any living creature nearby.

"It seems to be the golden dragon of luck." Mo Jiu blinked his big round eyes, but was a little uncertain.

Zhang Qiling looked up at the sky. The Heavenly Dao did not respond. The Golden Dragon of Luck? That could only belong to this country. The Heavenly Dao did not respond. Did that mean it agreed?

Tomb Raider: I just haven’t thought it through.

"Father Tiandao asked Xiaojiu to protect the country."

As Zhang Qiling was thinking, a thin layer of luck and merit fell directly on Mo Jiu in his arms.

At this time, Mo Jiu was excitedly looking up at the sky and chattering.

Zhang Qiling curled his lips slightly. The heaven in this world really favored the little Qilin. Before he even started to take action, he directly gave him luck and merit. It was really a blatant favoritism.