From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

After settling down on the top of the snow-capped peak above Canghaihua, Mo Jiu stayed quiet for a long time and was no longer reluctant to go to the bronze gate under the Himalayas to find the source of the weirdness.

He followed Bai Ma all day long, like a little tail, sticking to Bai Ma and asking her to teach him Tibetan.

Speaking of Mo Jiu, a golden immortal little unicorn, his spiritual awareness is not comparable to that of ordinary immortals, and he learns things very quickly.

But this time it seemed like he just couldn't learn it no matter what. Bai Ma didn't know Mo Jiu's background, so he patiently taught him over and over again every day.

This made Zhang Qiling feel a little sad. That was his mother, but now she had become Mo Jiu's biological mother. His own son was being ignored in front of her.

Mo Jiu had never worn Tibetan clothes. His clothes were all small black Qilin robes that he had transformed himself into, or those bought for him by Zhang Qiling in recent years.

Bai Ma made Tibetan robes for Mo Jiu and Zhang Qiling. They were red Tibetan robes, which were Mo Jiu's favorite color.

Mo Jiu, who was wearing a little red Tibetan robe, happily pulled Zhang Qiling, who was also wearing a red Tibetan robe, and ran to the Zanghai flower field to have fun.

Zhang Qiling, who was wearing a red Tibetan robe, had a beautiful face. His cold and noble temperament was also gorgeous. His eyes were deep and clear, as if they contained endless wisdom and power, which made people dare not blaspheme easily.

Zhang Qiling seemed like a god who had walked down from a high platform. He was contaminated by the mundane world, but still maintained his cool and noble temperament.

Mo Jiu happily ran a circle in the flower field. His sunny and cheerful look was like a bright little sun, which was even more dazzling against the backdrop of the red Tibetan robe and Tibetan sea flowers.

His laughter echoed in the sea of ​​flowers, like a cheerful piece of music, resounding through the sky.

Zhang Qiling stood on a large rock next to the Canghaihua, staring at Mo Jiu quietly.

Mo Jiu's happy and carefree appearance was like a blooming flower, shining brilliantly in the sun.

The corners of Zhang Qiling's perfect lips curled up slightly, like a gorgeous morning light, illuminating the whole world.

"Brother Xiaoguan, it looks good!" Mo Jiu noticed Zhang Qiling's smile and shouted excitedly.

Those big, round, bright eyes narrowed into a crescent, and eight little white teeth appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Then she flew to Zhang Qiling, climbed up, let him hug her, and kissed Zhang Qiling on the cheek in a crazy way.

Zhang Qiling froze. Good job! Not only was his foodie personality getting worse, but this little Qilin’s obsession with looks was also becoming more and more obvious.

"I'm going to the Kangbalo tribe to take care of some things. Would you like to accompany my mother?" Zhang Qiling asked.

"What are you going for?"

"Find someone."

"I'll go as well."

"Then you can't run around."

Mo Jiu put his arms around his neck and nodded obediently, agreeing first and then talking about it later.

Zhang Qiling knew what he was up to when he saw his eyes rolling, but he didn't expose him.

Just put Mo Jiu down and let him walk by himself. This little Qilin is a bit lazy. When he is in a hurry to travel on weekdays, he will directly transform into an animal and let you hold him. He will sleep soundly then. You can't spoil him too much.

"Hold me, hug me, my feet are frozen." As soon as he landed on the ground, Mo Jiu stomped his feet as if he was frozen. He put his hands around Zhang Qiling's waist and tried to climb on top of him.

Zhang Qiling looked at Mo Jiu, who was as tall as his waist, and looked at him helplessly. He was running happily just now, so why didn’t you say you were cold?

A Qilin mythical beast would be frozen. Is he so easy to deceive?

"walk on my own."

"No, my feet are cold." Mo Jiu stamped his feet again, looking like a spoiled brat. He held Zhang Qiling's waist tightly with both hands, as if he would not leave unless she held him.

Zhang Qiling suddenly wanted to find the mysterious origin as soon as possible so that Mo Jiu's body could grow up quickly, so that he would have no reason to let her carry him while walking.

"Let Xiaobai out and let it carry you." Zhang Qiling said.

Mo Jiu's big round eyes rolled around. He regretted having Xiaobai as his mount. He could sleep while Brother Xiaoguan held him.

Little White Camel couldn't sleep because he was not as comfortable as his little brother, Little Official, in his arms.

"Xiaobai is not feeling well and can't carry me." Mo Jiu said without waiting for Zhang Qiling to reach out and pick him up. He jumped up and climbed onto Zhang Qiling's back.

She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, and then stopped moving.

Zhang Qiling could only reach out to hold up his butt and carry him towards the Kangbalo tribe.