From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Qiling stared at the two people hugging each other and silently moved his body position, leaving him completely exposed to Daodao's eyes, unable to avoid him no matter what.

"dad."

The young man was stunned. He stared at the profile of Zhang Qiling, looking dazed, as if he had encountered something unbelievable.

Hei Xia Zi pushed the black sunglasses on his nose. If he remembered correctly, Dumb Zhang's father was already dead, then was this Xiao Jiu's father?

This little mute Zhang calls dad, has the relationship between these two people been settled?

"Xiao Jiu, Brother Zhang, your father is too young, isn't he?" the fat man asked in disbelief.

Wu Xie pulled the fat man's clothes and asked him to look at the young man. One of the three iron triangles beside them was a centenarian, but he looked like a young man!

It's no wonder that Zhang Xiaoge and Xiaojiu's father look young. Maybe he is also over a hundred years old like Xiaoge.

"Oh! Big lad is here too! Your dad didn't notice him just now." Daodao originally wanted to ignore Zhang Qiling, but Zhang Qiling's action exposed his intention of only looking at Mo Jiu.

Zhang Qiling listened to Daodao's words, his clear and calm eyes dimmed slightly, revealing a bit of aggrieved look.

Daodao looked a little guilty. He was partial to Little Nine, but was he too much? Did he hurt Big One's feelings?

"Dad, little brother Xiaoguan misses you so much!" Mo Jiu rubbed his head against Daodao's neck and said coquettishly.

Daodao glanced at Zhang Qiling's expressionless face guiltily, and with a feeling of grievance.

He thought for a moment, then reached out and patted Zhang Qiling on the head, "Good boy! You are already a grown-up cub. You can't compete for favors with the cubs below. You must be independent and sensible, and don't cling to your dad."

Zhang Qiling: ... (looks confused?)

Brother: ... (Will the other self compete for favor?)

Hei Xiazi, Xie Yuchen, Wu Xie, Fatty, Wang Meng: ...

What to do? They wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to. This 'father' looked older than them and had a friendly personality, but why did they feel afraid to approach him and even wanted to kneel down to him?

"Dad, Xiaojiu has grown up now. Does that mean he can't stick to you anymore?" Mo Jiu looked up at Daodao and asked.

"My little Jiu, in my father's heart, will always be a little cub who has not grown up, my father's sweetheart..."

Wuxie and others: Is this considered double standard?

The young man tilted his head slightly to glance at Zhang Qiling's expression, then put his gaze away calmly.

"Dad, I have a new little brother." Xiaojiu turned around excitedly and pointed at the little brother and introduced him.

The young man looked straight at Daodao's delicate chin, not directly into his eyes. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say "Dad" when Zhang Qiling said that.

"Little brother, hurry up and call daddy." The fat man anxiously pulled the little brother's clothes and urged in a low voice.

This is a big golden leg. Even if he is a fat man with a narrow vision, he knows that this person who fell from the sky is very extraordinary. If he can hold this big golden leg that may also be from the Zhang family, then he will have a backer in this life!

Zhang Qiling looked at the young man and said nothing.

Daodao, on the other hand, looked at the guy who was older than him and a few years older than him, and coughed slightly with some embarrassment.

This kid can also be considered as his own kid, right? The mirror world reflected from the main world can also be considered as another tomb-robbing world.

Moreover, in this mirror tomb-robbing world, the Heavenly Dao has not appeared, and only a little bit of world consciousness is running. I can completely merge it with the main world and supplement my own world origin.

After thinking for a while, Daodao seemed to have thought of something. He stretched out his hand and grabbed from mid-air. Suddenly, a sleeping baby about three years old was stuffed into the young man's arms.

The little brother held the soft little body in his arms, feeling a little helpless and stiff, not knowing how to hold the weak little cub in his arms, who would die if he was lightly squeezed.

"I'll give it to you." Daodao pointed at the baby in the young man's arms and explained.

"Little brother, relax your grip. It's uncomfortable to hold him like this." The fat man came close to the little brother excitedly, "How about letting me hold you?"

"He is so delicate, like an exquisite doll." Wuxie's hands were itching to get his hands on him.

"Is Xiaojiu's father still alive?" Hei Xia Zi rubbed his hands and asked with a smile.

"I just snatched it, just one." Daodao said.

Mo Jiu curiously leaned over and looked at the little cub who was much smaller than himself.

"Robbered?" Hei Xia Zi couldn't believe his ears and scratched them.

The young man and others looked at Daodao in shock, unable to believe that the person in front of them was a cub snatcher.