From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

In the middle of noon, on the sofa in Qilinju's living room, Zhang Qiling and the young man sat face to face, with their arms folded, leaning against the back of the sofa, their eyes fixed on each other.

Wang Meng hid aside, looking at this and that timidly, not daring to say a word.

He was crying silently in his heart: Boss, please come back soon, Wang Meng will never urge you to pay wages or raise salaries again. The two new brothers were so imposing that he, a small follower, wanted to pee his pants.

The older guy was okay, Wang Meng had seen him before, and he was still able to stand his coldness. But the younger guy, who looked more like a god than the gods in the temple, made Wang Meng feel weak in the legs and wanted to kneel down.

woo woo woo...

Boss, come back and save your poor employees. You sold the three-bedroom apartment, but you have to take your loyal employees with you! Don't leave them to the new boss.

Fortunately, the two big men didn't look at each other for long before they looked away. But they didn't say anything, just staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Wang Meng watched them move in sync, as if they were copied from the same mold. If one of them looked like a young man and the other was just a teenager of about sixteen years old, he would have thought they were the same person.

But then, Wang Meng couldn't help but secretly complain about their reaction, "Why don't you speak? One is dumb, and the other two are also dumb?"

Don’t you think we are brothers?

Zhang Qiling frowned slightly, turned his head and stared at Wang Meng who was squatting in the corner, "No."

"Ah?" Wang Meng was stared at by Zhang Qiling's cold and clear eyes, and was lost in thought.

"Mute." Zhang Qiling said.

Wang Meng was so scared that he covered his mouth and shrank his weak body timidly: Did he accidentally say what was in his heart?

The young man looked at Zhang Qiling with some curiosity. Could this guy also read minds?

"Your inner voice is too loud." Zhang Qiling said. He could read minds, but he had never used it. However, with his current cultivation, he would still hear the inner voices of mortals if he did not control them.

Wang Meng was frightened by Zhang Qiling's words and turned pale. He covered his chest and said, "I... I didn't mean it..."

"Hmm!" Zhang Qiling withdrew his gaze and ignored Wang Meng.

Wang Meng didn't dare to stay here, for fear that her inner thoughts would be heard by Zhang Qiling, who possessed the "special abilities" seen on TV. She didn't even ask whether the shop in front of Yuanwu Sanju was still open.

He is still here, and being homeless doesn't let him leave, so he should just do things normally and open a shop!

Wang Meng said that he knew why his innocent boss was gone! This person is really an extraordinary person, and his boss, a rookie, is definitely not his opponent.

The poor boss is no match for him, so Wang Meng is still a man of insight and wisdom.

So Wang Meng said, "New bosses, I'm going to open a shop." Then he ran away as if a dog was chasing him.

"Xiaojiu and Xia went out." The living room was quiet for a while, and then the young man spoke.

Zhang Qiling knew that with Mo Jiu's personality, he wouldn't be able to stay in Qilin Residence for long and would run out to act crazy, so he just let him be.

But after a while, Hei Xia Zi called the young man and asked him to take Zhang Qiling to find them.

After the young man hung up the phone, he stared at Zhang Qiling's face silently. He felt that this naughty, playful and gluttonous little Mojiu was going to get a spanking.

"Let's go." Zhang Qiling looked back at the young man expressionlessly, then stood up and walked outside.

Zhang Qiling should have thought that if Hei Xia Zi and Mo Jiu were together, there would be no way they would not cause trouble.

The young man touched the black gold ancient sword beside him, thought about it, and put it in his backpack to take with him. The voice on the phone was howling like a ghost, maybe it could be useful.

Zhang Qiling got into the car driven by Wang Meng, looked at the young man who followed them, and saw the heavy backpack he was carrying, and remained silent.

Holding the black gold ancient knife, want to chop off people's heads? Not necessary.

At worst, I can just move my fingers slightly.

"New bosses, where are we going?" Wang Meng sat in the driver's seat of Wuxie's big Jinbei and asked the two great men in the back seat carefully.

The young man pursed his lips, "Bar!"

"Ah?" Wang Meng slammed on the brakes just as the train started. Did he...did he hear it right?

Bar? Is it a place where you can spit it out in the guy's mouth?

"Looking for blindness."