From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Mo Jiu's eyes rolled around, and the little fat boy carefully picked up a clay doll at his feet.

After he got it in his hand, he glanced at Nuwa cautiously and saw that she was concentrating on kneading the mud in her hand.

Mo Jiu lowered his head and tilted it, staring at the lifelike face of the clay doll.

He looked around furtively again, and then stretched out his claws towards the exquisite clay doll.

hmm~~

This girl likes long hands, thin waist and double eyelids.

Mo Jiu thought about what he had seen in the video, and his chubby little hands began to stretch the hands of the clay doll in his hands, and then pinched its waist.

Double eyelids...

Uh--

Mo Jiu looked at the delicate face of the clay doll, thought for a moment, stretched out his fingernails and pressed on the eyes of the clay doll, and asymmetrical double eyelids appeared on the face of the clay doll.

Mo Jiu re-molded the clay doll according to his own ideas, blinked, and looked at the new look of the clay doll in his hand.

It seems so ugly!

Mo Jiu put it back to its original place with some disgust, then quietly picked up another one and pinched the parts of the clay doll according to his own ideas.

But maybe his hands were really clumsy and none of them succeeded.

Seeing that more than half of the clay dolls made by Nuwa had been destroyed by him, Mo Jiu stared at the clay dolls around him. They were so ugly compared to the exquisite clay dolls made by Nuwa.

Mo Jiu touched his nose and felt guilty about not daring to look at his masterpiece.

But when he saw that there were so many on Nuwa's side, he felt itchy again.

Mo Jiu glanced at Nuwa, then stared at the beautiful clay doll at her feet: This is the last one, just the last one, it should be okay.

Thinking of Mo Jiu, he stretched out his chubby little hand like a devil's claw.

Clay doll: Ah... go away, stay away from me.

But the clay doll had no intelligence and could not speak, so it fell into Mo Jiu's clutches as expected.

This time, maybe because I had practiced it too much before, I got the hang of it.

Mo Jiu finally created a thin beauty with an oval face, high nose, double eyelids and a slender waist according to the aesthetics of modern people in the tomb-robbing world.

As the finished product came out, Mo Jiu finally nodded with satisfaction.

Look! Xiaojiu is quite talented. Isn't this figure sculpted better than that of Sister Nuwa?

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu happily put it back to its original place and patted his dirty little chubby hands.

"Snapped……"

Mo Jiu's hand had just loosened for a moment when the beautiful clay doll, which had been pinched to look thin all over, lost its balance and fell face down on the ground.

Mo Jiu was completely dumbfounded, his clay doll.

He quickly reached out and lifted up the clay doll.

But after seeing the clay doll's face turned into a flat pancake, Mo Jiu was stunned and stared at it with disbelief.

His beauty clay doll is gone...

"It's too slow to knead like this." Nuwa put down the clay doll in her hand and murmured.

Mo Jiu carefully looked at the flat-faced clay doll at Nuwa's feet, and silently prayed in his heart that his father would bless Xiao Jiu and not be discovered by Sister Nuwa.

Listening to Nuwa's low murmur, Mo Jiu thought for a moment, then silently pulled out a dead branch but alive vine from his waist and gave it to her.

This was the cane his father used to whip his butt when he didn't pay attention in class. When he ran away from home, Mo Jiu didn't like it, so Xiushou used it to tie up his package and brought it out.

Later, seeing that the patterns on its body were beautiful, Mo Jiu used it as a waist decoration, but for some reason, after hearing Nuwa's words, he subconsciously took it out.

But after taking it out, Mo Jiu's little head was confused. Why should he give it to her?

"Thank you!" Nuwa was stunned at first, then she thought of something and took it.

"The creation of the world." As Nuwa used her magical power of creation, the clay doll made in front of her burst into Taoist light and fell to the ground, turning into a human being.

Nuwa did not stop. She input the light of creation into the vine, placed the vine into a basin filled with mud, waved her arms, and immediately more than ten thousand creatures with innate Taoist bodies were born.

Nuwa swung her arms repeatedly, and the number of innate Tao bodies she created reached 129,600 before she stopped.

"Above the Way of Heaven, I, Nuwa, have created a race today - called human beings. I hope the Way of Heaven will bear witness to this."

Nuwa's voice was like thunder, echoing in the ancient world.

The Eye of Heavenly Merit appeared, and a huge golden light of merit gathered and descended with a rumble.

At this time, Mo Jiu was still looking stupidly at the primitive people who appeared in front of him. He didn't react why the clay doll he made turned into the humans he had seen in the tomb-robbing world.

Seventy percent of the merits in the sky fell on Nuwa, helping her become the second saint in the prehistoric world.

The remaining merits, except for a small amount that fell on the vine in Nuwa's hand and the basin of mud, all fell on Mo Jiu who was squatting on the ground.

Seeing this, Hongjun in Zixiao Palace shook his head helplessly. It was unclear whether it was a blessing or a curse that the ancient Heavenly Dao had the Son of Heaven.

However, the way this young Taoist practices lying down makes the old Taoist extremely envious.