From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

A drop of water with body temperature fell on Xiao Youan's cheek, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Xiao Youan reached out and touched the water stain on her cheek, then looked up at the little brother's eyes which were stained with a hint of red along with tears.

He was crying! Why?

Xiao Youan couldn't help but reach out to wipe away the tears from the corners of the little brother's eyes. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Hei Xia Zi has known the young man for decades, and he has never seen the godlike mute so fragile and sad.

He glanced at the real god Zhang Qiling. Was this young mute really sure that mute Zhang was not controlled by that thing just now?

"He... why is he crying?" Mo Jiu tugged at Zhang Qiling's clothes and asked anxiously.

He didn't want to see the little brother cry. Seeing the little brother crying, Xiaojiu felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry, even if this little brother was not the little brother Xiaoguan who grew up with him.

When Zhang Qiling's spiritual consciousness saw the young man's consciousness merging with the strange memory fragments brought by the small ball of light, he tried to control it.

If a mortal rashly tries to integrate a memory that does not belong to him/herself, he/she may be easily influenced by this memory and may become another person or even go crazy.

If you are lucky, it may just be one more memory that does not belong to you.

As soon as Zhang Qiling's spiritual consciousness touched a piece of memory fragment, scenes came into his mind, and he suddenly withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

His cold eyes looked at little Youan in the young man's arms with a hint of pity and distress.

"Little official brother."

Zhang Qiling looked down at Mo Jiu, who was a little worried, and reached out to touch the end of his long black hair.

"Is Dumb Zhang okay?" asked Hei Xia Zi.

Zhang Qiling shook his head. "He was resisting Tianshou. I intervened and broke through the defense of the world consciousness. A strange memory was merging with his memory."

Zhang Qiling did not say whose memory it was.

"World consciousness?" Hei Xiazi scratched his ears. Why did a blind man not understand something?

"Ultimate." Zhang Qiling said.

"When Dumb Zhang wakes up later, won't he lose his memory again?" Hei Xiazi's eyes lit up under his sunglasses and he rubbed his hands obscenely as he looked at Xiao Youan.

Hey hey hey!

Dumb Zhang forgot that the little boy belonged to him alone!

If I can cheat some of the hiring fee from Dumb Zhang, I will have enough money to raise the cub!

When Hei Xia Zi thought of Xiao Youan calling him "Dad", he couldn't help but laugh "hehe".

Mo Jiu looked at Hei Xia Zi's smile and rolled his eyes, "Xia Xia, cub, Xiao Jiu wants it too."

Hei Xiazi's smile froze. Damn! How could he forget about this little ancestor?

"that……"

"He needs space, let's go out first." Zhang Qiling interrupted the two people's thoughts.

He reached out and took Mo Jiu's hand, squeezed the soft palm, and walked outside with Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu, who was being dragged away, looked back at little Youan in the young man's arms as he walked, his big round, bright eyes full of desire.

Hei Xia Zi wanted to stay and look after the young man, but Zhang Qiling spoke up, and knowing that the young man would be fine, he had no choice but to leave.

only……

He looked at the young man who was immersed in another world of grief, and then looked at Xiao Youan who was helping the young man wipe the corners of his eyes.

I don’t know how much influence this strange memory has on Dumb Zhang.

Hei Xia Zi walked out of the door, looked up at the sky outside, reached out to push his sunglasses up, and revealed an evil smile.

Maybe things are starting to change!