From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Mo Jiu didn't wait for the young man to start combing his hair. He turned around and looked at him in a daze with some surprise.

Combing hair is so simple, how can this guy not do it? Is he a fool?

The young man understood the meaning revealed in Mo Jiu's clear big eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He is not a fool.

The young man raised the comb in his hand, turned Mo Jiu's body back, and helped comb his messy black hair with some awkwardness.

It’s well raised, the thought flashed through the young man’s mind.

After a while, Mo Jiu's black hair was combed smoothly, and he shook his hair with a little happiness.

The water from the end of his hair splashed on the boy's face, making him half-squint his eyes.

"Brother, I'm hungry." Mo Jiu touched his belly. Actually, he couldn't feel whether he was hungry or not. He was just used to having three meals a day. He wasn't used to it after not eating for a long time. He felt like he was hungry.

The young man looked at the large bath tub next to him and said, "Put it away and I'll take you to eat."

"48, get to work!" Upon hearing this, Mo Jiu immediately and excitedly called out to 8888, which was placed next to him by the young man, and asked it to pack up.

So, the young man was stunned by the magical scene of the lackey 8888. He didn't expect that the little white ball that Mo Jiu threw away like garbage could actually speak and have magical methods.

The young man curiously reached out and poked the 8888 floating in the air, and everything around that did not belong to the tent was taken away by it.

"what is it?"

"System, if you like it, I'll give it to you!" Mo Jiu pinched 8888 carelessly and stuffed it into the brother's hand, "It has some effect."

8888: ... (It is a system! The great and almighty system! The system that people in countless worlds dream of wanting, is it just given away like this? Does this system agree?)

The young man stared blankly at the little white ball in his hand, unable to react. Why was it given to him?

Mo Jiu rolled up his sleeves which had grown longer, and pulled up his pants which had grown much longer. He missed his robes.

The young man noticed this and held up 8888. "48, it has no clothes?"

If it can create water, it should have clothes, right?

What else can 8888 do? Just pamper the big guy you bump into yourself!

8888 silently used the power of the small treasury to buy a suitable set of clothes for Mo Jiu in the mall. Seeing that the small treasury had shrunk a little more, 8888 just wanted to find a corner to squat and cry.

"Thank you, brother." When Mo Jiu saw a new, smaller-sized hooded jumper appear in front of him, he jumped happily and hugged it.

8888 wanted to cry even more. He bought the clothes himself. Shouldn’t he thank this humble little system of his?

The young man looked at the little white ball 8888 and its color dimmed, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Mo Jiu quickly took off his ill-fitting clothes, revealing a white, fleshy body with a fist-sized ink tattoo on his left shoulder.

The young man glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and as if he was stimulated by something, his eyes couldn't help twitching.

He walked to Mo Jiu who was putting on his pants, and lowered his head to carefully look at the tattoo on his left shoulder. At this moment, the young man could no longer maintain his calm expression, and he felt a little bit like it was breaking.

He was doubting whether the person in front of him was really as he guessed, a descendant of the Zhang family?

The tattoo of a Qilin is nice, but what about the majestic, tall and mighty Qilin?

A chubby black little Qilin is tattooed on the shoulder. It looks like... which tribe member helped to tattoo this?

"Your tattoo?" The young man asked after hesitating for a moment.

Mo Jiu was wearing a shirt, with his little head poking out from the collar. When he heard the little brother asking about tattoos, he answered casually: "My dad drew them! It hurts, but I have one, and I want one too. Brother, have you forgotten..."

Speaking of this, Mo Jiu just remembered that this boy was not his brother, so of course he didn't know!

"Brother, is it super ferocious?" Mo Jiuba blinked his big eyes and looked up at the brother expectantly.

The young man was stared at by him. He turned his head away somewhat unnaturally and pursed his lips. He would not lie.

That chubby little black unicorn tattoo looks quite fierce... cute, fierce... you can't tell.

"Which generation of the Zhang family are you from?" the young man asked.

"I'm the little prince of the Zhang family—Mo Jiu. Xiao Zhang and the others all call me the little prince." Mo Jiu thought about it. He didn't know what his generation was.

A trace of confusion flashed in the young man's eyes. Is there such a person in his Zhang family?

"What generation is your father?" The young man couldn't think of it, so he could only ask about Mo Jiu's father's generation.

"Dad is the biggest." Mo Jiu said and hugged his stomach again, "I'm hungry."

The young man stared at his innocent eyes for a long time, silently flipping through the Zhang family tree in his memory.

8888 flashed and wanted to buy some food, but when he looked at his own small treasury, he fell silent again. He decided to keep it for a rainy day! He had a feeling that this big guy called Little Prince was probably a bit pretentious.

But when 8888 recalled the plot of this world, it found something wrong. The young prince said that he was a member of the Zhang family, and the young man thought so too. But there was no such character in the plot?

And it bumped into people in the gap of time. Could it be that it was the reason that brought the characters who didn't exist back to this time period?

The young man did not ask any more questions. He just returned 8888 to Mo Jiu and told him not to let the secret of 8888 leak out in front of other people. Then he turned around, lifted the curtain of the tent, and took him out to eat.