From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

"Your Highness, long time no see!"

Mo Jiu knew someone came in, but he didn't look back. He was waving his hand to ask San Cun Ding to push Ye Mingzhu over quickly.

Perhaps his master had come, Sancun Ding stopped excitedly, ran two steps towards Gou Wuye, but stopped again, as if hesitant.

"Oh! It's you!"

Mo Jiu then turned his head to look at Master Gou Wu, then picked up a grape from the square table and started eating it.

"Your Highness likes three-inch dick?"

Mo Jiu stared at the three-inch Ding for a moment, "It's called three-inch Ding, what a strange name. Just like the one before that was called Laozi."

Lao Tzu?

Zhang Qishan and Gou Wuye were stunned. Is there anyone calling them "I"?

Zhang Qiling also paused, as if he had thought of something, "That man is called Blackback Laoliu."

"Ah! This name is also strange!" Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qiling and blinked.

Zhang Qiling walked over, picked up Mo Jiu from the carpet and placed him on the chair next to him.

Then he signaled to Gou Wuye to take Sancun Ding away.

"Why can't it grow up? I can buy it with money!" Mo Jiu looked at Gou Wuye picking up Sancun Ding, feeling a little reluctant.

Zhang Qiling was somewhat helpless. Mo Jiu's interest was only a three-minute enthusiasm, and in the end he would just throw him to him to raise, just like Xiaobai who was roaming freely in the Ghost Emperor Palace.

"Your Highness, Sancun Ding is a Tibetan Spaniel. It is as big as it can be. If you like it, I can help you find a new one. I raised Sancun Ding by myself, and I don't want to give it away like an item."

Gou Wuye's rejection made Mo Jiu a little confused. Since he was born, he could get whatever he wanted. This was the first time he was rejected.

Isn’t money omnipotent? He saw a dog for sale outside, so why not this one?

Zhang Qiling touched his hair and said, "If you like me, I will look for you. You can't force others to take what they care about."

Mo Jiu nodded, "Then I want someone who is just as obedient as this."

"Yeah!" Zhang Qiling nodded. Since it was what his little Qilin wanted, it would naturally be the best.

"We have a lot of small dogs in Wujia. Would you like to pick one, Patriarch Zhang?" asked Master Gou Wu with a smile. If Mo Jiu had not taken a fancy to his little dog, he would have given it away long ago. After all, a dog could be exchanged for a favor from the Zhang family.

"No need." Zhang Qiling shook his head.

Zhang Qishan walked to the Night Pearl and picked it up. "This Night Pearl is priceless. Your Highness should be careful when playing with it, lest it break. It would be a pity."

"It's just a marble! I have plenty of them. If it breaks, I can just play with a new one." Mo Jiu waved his hand, not caring at all.

These Versailles words made Zhang Qishan and Gou Wuye feel choked up in their hearts, and they looked at Zhang Qiling with envy and jealousy.

How much money does the Zhang family have? Mo Jiu is so extravagant that he can use fist-sized night-shining pearls as marbles.

Zhang Qiling: ...Don’t look at me, it wasn’t me.

"My father said that this is a child's toy. He gives me many different kinds of toys every year as gifts."

Gou Wuye was so envious that he was about to cry. What kind of godly father is this? Is he bullying him because his parents died early?

"Clan leader, did all the children of the Zhang family have such a childhood?" Zhang Qishan admitted that he was jealous.

"I haven't had it." Zhang Qiling shook his head. His childhood was filled with bloodletting, training, and learning to fight...

Zhang Qishan was silent. So, the little prince is a member of the Zhang family? Why is there such a big difference? Is it because of the strong bloodline?

Zhang Rishan's voice was heard from outside the tent, saying that the heads of the nine sects were in the big tent in the meeting room and had something to discuss.

"There should be some progress on Siguniang Mountain. Does the clan leader want to go over there?" Zhang Qishan asked.

"Go, go, go." Mo Jiu jumped up directly from the chair. He had a premonition that there would be something interesting to watch if he went there.

"You go first, I'll follow." Zhang Qiling held down Mo Jiu, who wanted to run away, and said to the two men.

Zhang Qishan and Gou Wuye left the tent first.

"The dog came back with me on its own. I didn't hug it." Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qiling's cold expression and pulled the corner of his clothes fearfully.

Zhang Qiling did not say anything. The Qilin is the king of beasts. This three-inch-tall creature has a little intelligence. It can sense the aura of Mo Jiu, and its nature makes it come over to pay homage. It is a normal phenomenon.

He kept Mo Jiu behind because the clothes Mo Jiu was wearing were for sleeping and his feet were bare.

"Change your clothes and I'll take you there."

"Oh!"

When Mo Jiu heard this, he knew that no one was going to say anything bad about him, so he immediately reached out and happily took off his clothes, and with a magic spell, he put on the black robe that Zhang Qiling had taken out.

"Who do you want to meet?" Mo Jiu asked curiously as he looked at the familiar Qilin pattern on his clothes.

"The elders of the Zhang family are here too. Take you there and let them meet the young prince."

Zhang Qiling called him "Your Highness" very softly. Mo Jiu raised his head a little proudly and said, "Alright!"

That cute look made Zhang Qiling chuckle.