From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

"Yours. Yours."

When Hei Xia Zi saw the young man appear like a ghost, with his dark eyes staring at his hands that were about to hug You An, he didn't know why he shrank back timidly.

Mo Jiu turned around, and You'an on his shoulder was thrown aside by his movement, and the upside-down little head became even more dizzy.

"Hi! You're back, brother?" Mo Jiu glanced outside the door, but didn't see any familiar figure. His heart relaxed and a smile appeared on his face.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit..."

"Don't... hold it back..."

Before the young man could respond, Mo Jiu heard the sound of vomiting behind him, accompanied by Hei Xia Zi's horrified shout.

"My bed... Dumb, take him out quickly..."

The young man took three or two steps forward and quickly picked up Youan who was on his shoulders. He changed into a comfortable position and held him, patting Youan's back with one hand to help him relieve the discomfort caused by vomiting.

Mo Jiu quietly took a small step back, held his breath, and quietly made a gesture with his little finger facing the bed behind his back.

Hei Xia Zi was looking at the pile of dirt on his bed, with a look of despair on his face and a look of wanting to cry but without tears. Suddenly, he felt cold, and when he looked down, he felt unwell!

"Mo...Jiu!"

Mo Jiu suddenly realized that he had pressed the Cleansing Technique incorrectly, and it became the Removing Light Technique that he had "researched" when he was bored. Amid Hei Xia Zi's murderous roar, he decisively ran away.

His father went back to chaos and did something bad. His brother Xiaoguan wanted to beat him up, but no one helped him.

The young man was holding Youan and patting her back. He was looking at the big wooden bed which was bare except for the naked black bear and the quilt and cushion missing. A rare hint of sadness appeared on his expressionless face.

Hei Xiazi covered his lower body with his hands, gritting his teeth, and looked like he wanted to eat someone.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and saved the last bit of his dignity with his hands, the blind man would have been hanged to death today.

This little brat definitely did it on purpose!

woo woo woo...

The innocence of the blind man!

"Mute~blind people have a miserable life! Blind people lose their innocence..."

You'an, with his little face lying on the boy's chest, arched his little head, but a big hand held the back of his head, preventing him from looking at Hei Xia Zi.

"It's not me. Get dressed and go find Zhang Qiling."

The young man suddenly took several steps back, as if he had done something.

Hei Xia Zi was so angry at his actions that his face turned black.

This dumb Zhang is really mean and evil. What's the point of being blind?

"Yes." The young man nodded, then took a few steps back as if he was worried.

The young man paused for a moment, then decisively picked up You'an and walked out quickly. He was so fast that Hei Xiazi's eyes widened with disbelief.

Youan: "Gurgle gurgle..."

"Be good! Don't learn blindly."

The young man's voice came into Hei Xia Zi's ears from outside the door, and Hei Xia Zi was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood again.

Early in the morning, he was woken up after a good sleep, then he vomited all over the bed, and then his quilt, mattress and clothes were gone. Then he was seen naked by the mute.

Just take a look, they are all men, no big deal.

But the dumb man's words and expressions...

"Ah~ Mo Jiu, I'm breaking up with you..."

……

Mo Jiu escaped from the outer courtyard and bumped into Zhang Qiling, looking at him with a serious and cold look.

Mo Jiu felt guilty and his eyes were vague, he didn't dare to look at her.

"Repeat the Cleansing Technique thirty thousand times." Zhang Qiling said coldly.

"Do not……"

Zhang Qiling glanced at Mo Jiu's fingers that kept spinning in circles, "Or ask Dad to teach for 30,000 years."

Mo Jiu shuddered suddenly, "I'll do the cleaning trick right away."

As he spoke, Mo Jiu squatted down on the spot, and began to make hand gestures with his fingers flexibly, and the dust on the bluestone slabs on the ground disappeared instantly.

“Once…”

“Twice…”

“Three times…”

……

"The thousandth time... Ouch..."

"You're wrong this time, try again." Zhang Qiling looked at Mo Jiu who was distracted and confused the Cleansing Technique with another technique he had come up with, and reminded him mercilessly.

Mo Jiu, with lifeless eyes, repeated the hand gestures like a puppet, and his heart was already crying like a mountain collapsing and the earth breaking.

He hated practicing, and all he could do was be a little unicorn who lived off his parents and did nothing but eat and drink.