From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Qiling looked at the little Qilin's aggrieved and tearful eyes and felt a little confused. He had always just wanted to have food and had never raised any other creatures, so how should he raise a divine beast?

"Brother, Mo Jiu is hungry." The little Qilin rubbed the young man in front of him who had a blood connection with him, expressing his grievance.

"Hmm..." Zhang Qiling hesitated, "What does it usually feed you?"

“Spiritual fruit.”

"..."

“Spiritual power.”

"..." Zhang Qiling looked at the little Qilin in front of him silently. So this is the little Qilin he can afford to raise? Can he return it to it?

He had never heard of anything to eat.

Tears welled up in the little Qilin's round eyes. He stretched out his short front legs and cried, then placed them on Zhang Qiling's arm and spoke in a baby voice.

"Brother, don't we have any at home? Jiujiu is easy to raise, even grass is fine, please don't give up Jiujiu."

How does it know what I am thinking?

"Jiujiu has a contract with my brother, so I can hear my brother's thoughts!"

Zhang Qiling was silent. So what was the purpose of it giving the little Qilin to him?

"If brother doesn't like you, Jiujiu can disobey brother's words. Please don't leave Jiujiu." Mo Jiu shook his arm with his front legs, and tears suddenly burst out of his big eyes, and his whole body was twitching because of crying.

Zhang Qilin immediately hugged the little Qilin and, with somewhat stiff movements, patted the little Qilin on the back to comfort the crying and sad little Qilin.

"I don't want you. I'll take you to eat grass."

As he spoke, Zhang Qiling carried the little Qilin and walked towards the back mountain of the Zhang family's ancient residence.

"Really? Brother is so nice! Jiujiu will be obedient. Don't be like daddy and mommy who abandoned Jiujiu." Mo Jiu's cute voice was filled with sad tears.

Zhang Qiling stopped and was silent for a moment, then reached out and touched the back of the little Qilin in his palm.

"No, I won't abandon you."

"Wow! Really? Brother is the best. Jiujiu likes brother the most." Mo Jiu rolled happily in Zhang Qiling's palm.

Zhang Qiling felt the soft rubbing on his palm. His body stiffened and his cold heart suddenly felt soft. A strange feeling came over him and his heartbeat quickened.

He didn't understand what this was, but this moment was a feeling he had never experienced in more than ten years.

Zhang Qiling moved his lips but didn't say anything in the end. But at this moment, he no longer felt alone.

……

When we reached the back mountain, we saw dense trees and lush grass.

Zhang Qiling put the little Qilin on a bunch of fresh grass and pushed its back.

The little Qilin was pushed by him and fell down on the grass, looking at the grass in front of it with its big eyes somewhat confused. Isn't this the grass it eats?

"Eat!" Zhang Qiling poked its back with his finger and signaled.

Mo Jiu looked up at Zhang Qiling's serious expression, then looked down at the ordinary grass. If he didn't eat it, would his brother abandon him?

"Eat?" Zhang Qiling saw that it didn't move, thinking that it was too small and didn't understand, and wondered whether he should feed it.

Mo Jiu lowered his head and took a bite of grass with tears in his eyes. A fishy smell of soil entered his nose. After chewing a few bites, a bitter taste followed.

It could no longer hold back its tears, which began to flow down, and then it started to cry loudly.

“Awoo, woo~”

Its cries echoed throughout the entire back mountain. The wild animals in the mountains heard the sound and couldn't help but bow in the direction of Mo Jiu.

The tomb-robbing Tiandao who was hiding in the dark and watching, the small ball of light was so angry that it ran around in the Tiandao space.

The little Qilin is crying. Do you want to take it back? This kid doesn’t know how to take care of it!

Zhang Qiling looked at its sad face and was a little confused. Didn't it say it was eating grass? Why was it crying while eating?

"How about changing to another one?" Zhang Qiling asked.

Mo Jiu stared with wide eyes and shook his head violently, "Jiu Jiu doesn't eat this grass."

"..." Zhang Qiling was a little confused. Isn't it like this?

Mo Jiu saw his expressionless face and now couldn't hear what he was thinking, so he thought he was angry.

"I'll eat this." Mo Jiu quickly took out a kind of grass with golden edges from his personal mansion.

As soon as the grass came out, Zhang Qiling only smelled a refreshing medicinal fragrance. He felt very comfortable all over, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't resist the urge to swallow it.

"This is Qilin Grass. Daddy prepared it for Jiujiu. It's for newborn Qilins to eat. Didn't brother eat it when he was a child?" Mo Jiu tilted his little head and asked curiously.

In its inherited memory, all newly born Qilin babies must eat Qilin grass to temper their blood and physique, so as to achieve purer blood and greater strength.

My brother is also a baby Qilin, so he should still be eating!

Could it be that my brother was also abandoned by my father and mother like me, and no palace was left for him?

What a poor brother! No wonder his blood is so thin and his body is so weak.

Jiujiu was born as a Golden Immortal. Although her power is now sealed by her father Tiandao, she is still much stronger than her brother.

Zhang Qiling's eyes became a little strange when he looked at the little Qilin, as if it was pity?

What did it think of?

"Brother, you eat. Jiujiu has more." Mo Jiu pushed the Qilin grass on the bush with his little head, motioning Zhang Qiling to eat.

He took out another one from his personal residence and started chewing it.

Zhang Qiling looked at the Qilin grass in front of him and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Would he die if he ate the food of the mythical beast Qilin alone?

The tomb-robber Tiandao in secret looked at what the little Qilin took out and drooled with envy. He was worthy of being a high-level creature in the universe. The newborn cub was richer than his own private treasury of hundreds of millions of years.

"Little guy, eat it! It's good for you. I will help you absorb it and purify your Qilin blood." Tomb Robber Tiandao said.

Zhang Qiling was stunned. Can it really be eaten? Without exploding? He could feel the power of the Qilin grass.

The tomb-robbing Tiandao snorted coldly. Although he was only the Tiandao of the small world, he also had some ability. Otherwise, how did your Zhang family get the Qilin blood?

You stole it yourself... Bah bah bah... What are you thinking!

"Hurry up!" Tomb Robber Tiandao urged.

Zhang Qiling looked at the grass hesitantly. Should he trust this mysterious person?

With its ability, if it wanted to harm me, it could have done it silently a long time ago without going through so much trouble.

"Eat!" The little Qilin Mo Jiu ate his own plant and burped. Seeing that he hadn't moved yet, he pushed his little head down again.

"It's delicious, sweet, and not bitter." Much better than what you gave me.

Thinking of his brother who had been eating these things that had no spiritual power and tasted bad, Mo Jiu looked at Zhang Qiling with pity again.