From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Honghuang Tiandao brought the throwing tantrum little Qilin directly back to the Zhang family's ancient house.

As for returning to the Heavenly Dao Space? He didn't want to face the crying of this little Qiqi cub, and also the unreasonable behavior of the little Heavenly Dao.

Returning to Zhang Qiling's residence, Qilin Courtyard, Honghuang was directly in the yard. With a wave of his hand, auspicious clouds covered the ground like a carpet.

Then, He threw the little Qilin, whose scales had already begun to explode, directly to the place covered with auspicious clouds, and signaled it to continue rolling!

Now he is the only one in the Heavenly Dao, with no mortals around, and the territory is big enough for the little cub to roll around freely until it is satisfied.

Being thrown into the soft clouds, a trace of confusion flashed in Mo Jiu's smart round golden animal eyes. Where is it?

Why did its father throw it down again?

"You can roll this auspicious cloud any way you want, little guy, let's start!" Honghuang Tiandao sat on the stone chair beside him, looking down at the little Qilin who was stunned on the cloud.

What does it mean? Just rolling around, and using clouds of merit to pave the ground?

Xiaojiu doesn't understand? Dad, can you explain it to Xiaojiu?

The little Qilin blinked his round pupils and looked at his father's cold and noble face. It was so handsome!

Then, the little Qilin's soul seemed to be floating a little!

Honghuang looked at its clear and distracted animal eyes, was slightly stunned, and then lightly tapped its forehead with his finger.

You naughty little cub, you are so brave, you dare to look directly into His divine face. If He was not just a split spirit, and it was not covered up a little, plus the Dao patterns on its body, He would have weaved a soul for it today!

Seeing that Mo Jiu's soul had stabilized, Hong Huang simply pushed its round little body, causing its little unicorn body to roll up.

It wanted to get up, but Honghuang made it lie down again and then it rolled over again.

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When Zhang Qiling came back, he saw the scene in front of him. When the little Qilin tried to get up, he was pushed down by an invisible hand. He continued to roll, got up, fell down again, and rolled on the clouds.

Looking at the pitiful appearance of the little Qilin who could no longer cry, Zhang Qiling turned his head and glanced at Honghuang Tiandao.

Hong Huang noticed Zhang Qiling's soft-hearted look, and then looked at the little Qilin who was already doubting his life.

Using magic to defeat magic is a good trick and can be used on those disobedient races in the prehistoric times.

The little Qilin finally stopped. It looked up at the sky, its lifeless eyes silently shedding tears, its four hooves curled up, and it felt unwell both physically and mentally!

Woohoo…bad daddy…

Xiaojiu is not a ball...

Zhang Qiling looked at it crying silently, pursed his lips, walked over and picked it up.

"Ahhh... (I feel dizzy and uncomfortable. Brother, Xiaojiu is sick and can't copy the rules...)"

As soon as he entered the familiar embrace, the little Qilin wiped his tears on Zhang Qiling's clothes, and then complained that he was not feeling well.

Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment. In fact, if you don’t add the last sentence, it will be more credible.

Hong Huang looked at Zhang Qiling's expressionless face and smiled slightly.

He wanted to know how this little prayer spirit would deal with the crying of the little Qilin.

A bitter plot?

Zhang Qiling touched its head and said, "Let's take care of it until it feels better."

"No, no. I want my dad. I want my dad." Little Qilin shook his head violently. The little brother and daddy teamed up to punish him, but daddy is still better to me.

Hong Huang: Your father is in prison! If you two are alone, He wants to destroy the world.

"Dad." Zhang Qiling hugged the little Qilin tightly, and looked at Honghuang with indifferent black eyes.

"Tell me, why did you fight with others?" Hong Huang did not respond to Zhang Qiling, but looked at Xiao Qilin with a look of watching a show.

The little Qilin avoided his gaze with a guilty look, "It's just... my hands are itching..."

"Huh?" Honghuang waved at the little Qilin, and it was so scared that it grabbed Zhang Qiling's clothes and tried to get in.

"I...say, I say, Dad, don't hit me." The little Qilin shouted tremblingly.

"There is... there is a beautiful girl, I want to play with her, they come to pick her up..."

Zhang Qiling's hand holding it stiffened and his pupils narrowed slightly.

"A little unicorn that has just hatched less than a hundred years ago is learning from humans to indulge in alcohol and sex, huh!"

Honghuang glanced at Zhang Qiling, with an icy aura that was almost solidified, haha!

He turned around and waited for the little Qi Ling to take action.

"I didn't, I didn't, we were just chatting." Little Qilin felt the temperature suddenly become very cold, had a feeling something was wrong, and immediately retorted.

"Dad, I'll take Xiaojiu to copy the rules." A hint of darkness flashed across Zhang Qiling's eyes, and he walked towards the study room holding Xiao Qilin.

Honghuang nodded and looked up at the sky. After dealing with the small one, it was time to deal with the bigger one!

The little Qilin was carried into the study. It always felt that Zhang Qiling was so scary now. He looked almost the same as before, but it gave it a creepy feeling.

"Brother, Xiaojiu is still dizzy and can't read the text."

Seeing Zhang Qiling taking out the magic pen and other things, the little Qilin suddenly stepped back.

Zhang Qiling picked it up like a kitten, placed it on the chair, and cast a spell to transform it into a Taoist body.

Zhang Qiling moved his face close to Mo Jiu's little face and held his shoulders with both hands to prevent him from getting up.

"Copy it carefully. You can't eat until you finish copying."

Mo Jiu looked at the peerless beauty that was almost touching his own face, blinked his big eyes, and a breath blew gently on his cheek, making him feel itchy in that place.

"I'm hungry."

"The Golden Immortal has already been fasting, so be good." Zhang Qiling rubbed his hair.

"I am dizzy."

"Chinese medicine treatment is very good. I'll make you a pot."

"..."

"Cooking in the Qiankun Cauldron."

Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qiling in disbelief. This was still the little brother who doted on him the most?

A pot of traditional Chinese medicine, can Xiaojiu still keep his tongue?

"Copy." Zhang Qiling stuffed the magic pen into Mo Jiu's hand.

"30,000 recitations of the Law. 20,000 recitations of the Meditation Sutra."

"Ah?" Mo Jiu's eyes widened. What did he say? The Meditation Sutra? Did Dad say this?

"Recite the Meditation Sutra 20,000 times. You like looking at beautiful women at such a young age, and your mind is restless. Please copy more."

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