From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

"Let me go, let me go, you bastard, let go of this Heavenly Dao."

A familiar voice came from the small ball of light. The little Qilin was lying in Zhang Qiling's arms, sticking out his Qilin buttocks. The crying little Qilin raised his head with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Qiling also stared at the small ball of light struggling in the air in some surprise.

Was he seeing things? This little ball of light was pulled out from the game console.

If I remember correctly, the voice belongs to my unreliable father.

and so……

As Zhang Qiling thought about it, the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

This dad is even less reliable than Hei Xia Zi.

The Honghuang Heavenly Dao ignored his struggle and cursing, pinched the trace of Dao's spiritual consciousness and threw it back to the small Heavenly Eye in a corner of the Heavenly Dao space.

He thought that the little guy had figured it out and was staying in the Heavenly Dao Space obediently, not teaching the two little brats.

Unexpectedly, he went even further than before, actually separating a wisp of his spiritual consciousness and playing games with the kid, bewitching the little Qilin into losing his ambition and not making progress.

"Honghuang, if you let me out, you can't shut down this Heavenly Dao."

The little Heavenly Eye that was thrown back into the divine consciousness rushed to the barrier of the Heavenly Dao space, but found that it could not get out.

Dao Dao was so angry that he slammed the barrier several times and shouted angrily.

"Wait, I'll deal with you later." The voice of the Honghuang Heavenly Dao echoed in the Heavenly Dao space.

Daodao slid down from the screen, shrank his little eyes, and looked a little cowardly.

He cried out in his heart: It's over! It's over! He had been playing too much with his cub recently and forgot that this old bastard would hold a grudge.

My son, Dad has hurt you!

Dad, please save your baby Daodao...

“It hurts… Ouch…”

Zhang Qiling looked at the little Qilin in his arms, who was crying out in grievance, but for some reason, for once, he did not feel sorry for it.

But the hand couldn't help but use spiritual power to heal it.

"Little Qi Ling."

The spiritual power in Zhang Qiling's hands paused as the voice rang out.

He looked up at the boy who appeared in front of him, "Dad."

Mo Jiu shrank his little body fearfully, not caring about his swollen and painful butt, and directly hid inside Zhang Qiling's wide sleeves, not daring to come out.

Honghuang glanced at its movement of drilling in, did not stop it, but just stared at Zhang Qiling's beautiful cheek.

"Hongjun's path to sainthood is not suitable for you. I will preach to you personally."

Zhang Qiling was shocked and looked at Honghuang in disbelief.

Is it okay for him to rush to Zixiao Palace now?

Fellow Daoist Hongjun's preaching is also useful to me.

Mo Jiu, who was hiding in his sleeve, looked like he was struck by lightning, holding his little animal head with his fat and thick front paws.

I cried out miserably in my heart: Qilin is going to die! Dad, please save the cub.

After learning the three thousand laws of the universe from its father, its consciousness is about to explode.

Zhang Qiling seemed to feel Mo Jiu's little movement and touched it quietly through the clothes.

“Ouch… (Pain)”

The little Qilin, whose butt was touched, jumped in his sleeve.

Zhang Qiling withdrew his hand somewhat helplessly, and looked at Honghuang with clear and indifferent eyes.

Honghuang didn't say anything, but just waved his hand and put out three tables and chairs.

He sat at the top and motioned Zhang Qiling to take Mo Jiu to sit down.

Zhang Qiling reached into his sleeve, trying to pull the little Qilin out.

"Aoao... (I won't go out, I won't go out, I won't go out...)"

The little Qilin cried out loudly, as if it felt some kind of dangerous aura. Its limbs clung to the sleeves of his clothes tightly and refused to let go.

"If you don't come out, I will throw you into the mysterious world." Honghuang threatened as he looked at the black little Qilin that was dragged out by Zhang Qiling.

"It's full of ugly people, with nothing to eat or drink, and it stinks."

The little Qilin paused, and a hint of disgust flashed in his watery eyes.

Zhang Qiling took advantage of the pause and pulled it out of his sleeve completely with force.

Fortunately, his clothes were Xiantian Taoist robes, otherwise they would have been torn by the little Qilin.

"Sit down."

Hong Huang stared at the black little Qilin that was placed on the chair by Zhang Qiling, with its butt sticking up, and spoke in a serious tone.

The little Qilin's heart skipped a beat with fear and he immediately sat up straight.

"Ow..."

When the swollen Qilin's buttocks touched the chair, it jumped up in pain and cried out.

But when it met Honghuang's cold gaze, it timidly retracted its cry, its eyes filled with tears, its hind legs slightly raised, not daring to touch the chair, and sat obediently in this position.

Zhang Qiling turned his head to look at it, thought for a moment, and stuffed a soft cushion on the chair.

Honghuang didn't look at his little movements, nor did he stop them.

The ethereal sound of Tao that carried the laws rang out in the Taoist Palace.

Suddenly, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, flowers fell from the sky, and auspicious signs emerged one after another.

"road……"