From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

night

Zhang Qiling was lying on the bed sleeping. He slept very straight and properly, and even slept the whole night without moving much.

But the little Qilin Mojiu who had just arrived at Zhang’s family was different. He lay on Zhang Qiling’s neck and moved around energetically.

The soft hair made Zhang Qiling feel itchy, and his heart also felt a little itchy. He couldn't help but reach out and grab it, pressing it next to the pillow.

"sleep."

Mo Jiu blinked his eyes and looked at the delicate and beautiful face in front of him. He couldn't help but move over and rub Zhang Qiling's cheek. It was beautiful, so beautiful.

"Don't." Zhang Qiling's ears turned slightly red and she pushed Mo Jiu away.

"Brother, can little Qilin practice instead of sleeping? Don't you want to practice?" Little Qilin asked curiously.

Zhang Qiling was speechless. What he experienced today made him feel unfamiliar with everything in this world. What was cultivation?

"Little brother, don't you have any inheritance? Your Qilin father and mother are even less responsible than your father and mother!" Mo Jiu said with disdain.

Is it possible that my parents are human and I am also human? Zhang Qiling replied silently in his heart.

"Brother, why don't you return to your original form? It's not easy to cultivate a Taoist body. What kind of Qilin are you? Jiujiu is a Mo Qilin! The most powerful one."

Listening to Mo Jiu's chirping voice, Zhang Qiling opened his eyes helplessly and looked at the roof. Can I throw it out? It's so noisy!

Seeing that he didn't react, Mo Jiu thought Zhang Qiling was sad, so she carefully climbed onto his face and looked at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling's face suddenly sank, and the lower half of his face was buried in the soft belly of the little Qilin. He suddenly met the wide-open eyes of the Qilin who was facing him, and was a little confused. What was going on?

"Little brother, Jiujiu will teach you how to practice!"

"No!" Unfortunately, Zhang Qiling's lips were pressed by the little Qilin's belly and he couldn't make any sound.

The little Qilin's forehead suddenly hit his forehead. Before Zhang Qiling could react, he felt dizzy. Countless wonderful and mysterious Taoist texts flooded into his mind, and his head felt like it exploded.

At the moment Zhang Qiling fainted, a question emerged in his mind. Did it give the little Qilin to him in order to torture him to death?

"Little brother?" When the little Qilin raised his head, he found that his little brother had fainted, and he called out in some surprise.

He shook Zhang Qiling's face with his forelimbs again. What's wrong with the little brother? Is he in meditation?

Zhang Qiling, who fainted, said: Thank you, I’m still alive.

Seeing that he didn't react, the little Qilin thought for a moment, then retreated to Zhang Qiling's chest and curled up into a ball.

Well, the little brother has been practicing, and Jiujiu also needs to practice, to become strong and powerful, to defeat the dragon and the phoenix, and to protect everyone.

(Tomb Raider: Little Qilin, is it possible that there is no dragon or phoenix here?

Little Qilin: Did the ancestor exterminate them? Wow! The ancestor is so powerful.

Tomb Raider:……)

Mo Jiu closed his eyes and began to practice according to the inherited method, drawing spiritual energy from the secret realm in his portable mansion and absorbing it into his body.

It didn't notice that a trace of scattered spiritual power was unconsciously absorbed into Zhang Qiling's body, and the spiritual power flowed throughout his body according to the inherited method...

The tomb-robbing Heavenly Dao far away in the Heavenly Dao space was resisting a wave of devouring from the mysterious Heavenly Dao, feeling tired and drowsy.

Suddenly, he sensed a slight change in the world and couldn't help but look at the two little guys, and was suddenly shocked.

It watched Zhang Qiling draw energy into his body and couldn't believe that its momentary kindness seemed to have caused the direction of the world to go astray.

My own technological path has reached a critical moment.

But the immortal path gave birth to...