From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

When he woke up in the morning, Mo Jiu lay on the bed and was reluctant to get up. He watched Zhang Qiling changing clothes beside him.

Mo Jiu, who was originally feeling a little sleepy, suddenly perked up, raised his head, supported his cheeks with his hands, and looked at Zhang Qiling's smooth back with bright eyes.

Zhang Qiling felt the burning gaze behind him, turned around helplessly, and met Mo Jiu's admiring eyes.

He walked over, reached out and pulled the quilt, burying Mo Jiu completely in it, then he took his clothes and put them on quickly.

"Hehe!" Mo Jiu arched his back in the quilt and crawled out like a caterpillar. Seeing that Zhang Qiling was already dressed, he stood up from half-kneeling and stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Qiling to carry him downstairs to change clothes.

Zhang Qiling reached out and held him under his armpits, picked him up and put him standing beside the bed, then picked up the coat beside him and helped him put it on.

The movements are very natural and familiar, showing that it is something that is done frequently.

After Mo Jiu put on his clothes, Zhang Qiling took him to wash up and eat breakfast. A personal soldier of the Zhang family squatted outside the tent and looked at the open tent door cautiously.

Zhang Qiling noticed that this personal soldier had been here for a long time, but since he didn't say anything, he ignored him.

Seeing Zhang Qiling and the other person eating breakfast, the Zhang family soldier stood up, walked to the door and asked, "Patriarch Zhang, when are you free?"

"Is there something?" Zhang Qiling turned his head and glanced at the soldiers outside the door.

"Patriarch Zhang, Master Buddha and those people from the Zhang family have been trapped in the conference room tent for a whole night." Zhang family's personal soldier said with a sad face. He was afraid that if Zhang Qiling didn't release these people, his Master Buddha and adjutant would be tortured to death by those members of the Zhang family.

He thought about the scene they saw when they opened the curtain of the tent in the middle of the night when they saw Mr. Buddha and the others coming out of the conference room.

The poor head of the Nine Gates, the powerful and awe-inspiring Zhang Dafo of Changsha, was beaten by the Zhang family and lay on the ground with bruises all over his body, while Adjutant Zhang was leaning on a chair with a pale face and only had one breath left.

The Zhang family squatted next to a strange transparent membrane and studied it, but the strange thing was that no sound could come out at all, it was isolated.

They spent half the night and even called Master Ba to help, but they still couldn't get rid of the magical transparent membrane. They even dug a hole in the ground and tried to get in from the bottom, but the membrane seemed to grow and they could always touch it no matter how hard they dug.

The Eighth Master suggested looking for Patriarch Zhang and the young prince who had set up the transparent film, and asking them to help untie it, but the person was not awake yet, so they did not dare to disturb him and could only wait here.

Zhang Qiling turned his head to look at Mo Jiu who was sitting next to him. Mo Jiu just avoided Zhang Qiling's gaze, rolled his eyes, and whistled a little.

There was no expression on Zhang Qiling's face. He turned his head to look at the breakfast on the small table, then reached out to pick up a vegetable bun and gave it to Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu looked at the vegetable buns that he hated, held the bowl in both hands, and moved to the side to avoid the vegetable buns that were about to be put down.

But when Zhang Qiling glanced at him, Mo Jiu timidly put the bowl back, letting the vegetable bun on the chopsticks fall down.

"You go first, I'll be there later." Zhang Qiling said.

"Yes!" Zhang's personal soldier turned around and ran away quickly, as if there was a dog chasing him from behind.

Mo Jiu ate the vegetable bun in two bites, then picked up the chopsticks and started to pick up the meat bun.

Zhang Qiling reached out to put away the plate of meat buns and picked up a vegetable bun for him.

Mo Jiu looked at the vegetable bun in the bowl, curled her lips, and looked at Zhang Qiling with tears in her eyes.

"Little official brother."

"Let them out after you finish eating." Zhang Qiling picked up another vegetable bun and put it in Mo Jiu's bowl.

Mo Jiu looked at the two big green vegetable buns in the bowl with a look of disgust on his face. How could there be green vegetables in this world? What was so good about grass? He was a carnivorous beast.

"Don't waste food."

"Oh!"

Mo Jiu was reluctant, with a pitiful look on his face. He took the chopsticks and pierced the two buns hard at once, like candied haws.

He picked up the two plump, white buns and stuffed them into his mouth as if he were eating poison.

He opened his mouth wide as if biting an enemy, and took half of it in one bite, swallowing it directly without chewing it.

Mo Jiu tasted the green vegetables and thought silently: Next time he locked up those people who stole his brother, he would set up an invisible shield so that no one could find them, and no one would tell his brother. He didn't want to be punished to eat green vegetables, which were the most unpalatable things in the world.

Zhang Qiling glanced at Mo Jiu's fearful look and curled his lips slightly, but it soon disappeared.

I haven't coaxed little Qilin to eat vegetables for more than half a month. It's not good to be picky about food. I was just thinking about how to coax him! The Zhang family's personal soldiers sent an excuse, which can be borrowed in the future as a punishment for little Qilin's mischief.

(As for corporal punishment, given the little Qilin's physical condition, even an atomic bomb wouldn't be able to hurt him at all, so it's unnecessary. It's better to make him eat something he hates.)