From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

After resting here for a night, Zhang Qiling took Mo Jiu to the other side of the village of Kangbalo. The valley with countless metal balls that Dong Can had visited was 17 kilometers away from them, and the road was very difficult to travel.

But for Zhang Qiling, this distance is not far at all. No matter how difficult the mountain road is, he can walk on it as if it were flat ground.

But the Tibetan chieftain was very worried about Zhang Qiling's safety, and since there was a child named Mo Jiu with him, they sent ten skilled men in blue Tibetan robes to follow him.

One of them was the blue-robed man who was punched away by Mo Jiu. His nose was probably broken, and I don't know if it has been corrected. He had a scarf wrapped around his face, so I couldn't see the injury clearly. But it should be no problem for the chieftain to send him to lead the way.

Mo Jiu was wearing the same red Tibetan robe as Zhang Qiling, and he had a furry white hat on his head, which made him look very cute.

"Is your nose okay?" Mo Jiu asked curiously, staring at the man in blue robe.

The man in the blue robe pulled the scarf on his face, hid behind the mountain wall, and nodded suddenly. He had to be good even if it was not good. He couldn't let others see his ugly face. He was a young warrior in the tribe and wanted to marry the most beautiful girl in the village!

The road here runs along a steep mountain wall, with a cliff below, and every step is very thrilling.

Mo Jiu did not let Zhang Qiling continue to hold him, but followed the Tibetans who were leading the way, clinging to the dark rocky wall with his hands like a gecko.

In front of him was the man in blue robe, and behind him was Zhang Qiling. Mo Jiu had no objection to bringing a bunch of burdens along. Although he couldn't use spiritual power to travel faster, it would be more lively with more people around!

Seeing that the man in blue robe ignored him, Mo Jiu moved to the stone wall next to him. His agile movements amazed the Tibetans.

"Really recovered? How come you Tibetans have such strong physical fitness for healing?" Seeing that he was still ignoring him, Mo Jiu continued.

"Don't be shy and dare not say anything. If it really collapses, I can help you restore it." Mo Jiu rushed to the side of the man and spoke fluent Tibetan.

Zhang Qiling behind him looked at his nimble little body. As soon as he spoke the tender Tibetan language, Zhang Qiling knew that his guess was correct. This little Qilin was just pretending not to be able to learn Tibetan and coaxing his mother to continue teaching him so that he could snatch the time he and his mother spent together. What a clever little ghost.

"You're not talking. Which punch hurt your mouth and made you mute?"

"It's okay. I can cure the mute. Don't disbelieve me. I'm an expert at repairing things."

What a fucking little expert, are you a furniture repairman? The man in the blue robe complained in his heart.

"I have also refined a lot of fun toys before, such as big golden scissors, big golden hammer, and big golden machete... I should be able to repair a person easily."

The Tibetan who was listening to Mo Jiu's words felt a little sorry for the man in blue robe, but at the same time he thought silently in his heart that he must never fall into the hands of this kid in the future.

Thank you! Is refining weapons the same as repairing people?

Ah! What kind of repairman is this? He is dumb, shouldn't he be treated? Do you think he is a broken thing?

That’s not right. Shouldn’t repairing something mean to be more humane?

The man in blue robe felt that his mind was confused by Mo Jiu. He silently quickened his pace to get away from him, and then got closer. The man in blue robe felt that he didn't need Mo Jiu to do anything, as Mo Jiu would first say that he was autistic and doubted his life.

"Really? I'm good at repairing things. I can fix any toys that Xiaoguan brother gave me if they're broken. It's no big deal to fix a flat nose." Those toys are magic weapons! The human body is not as complicated as magic weapons. What's so difficult about them?

Zhang Qiling followed Mo Jiu silently, listening to Mo Jiu's little mouth talking like a machine gun, clapping...

After a burst of attacks, the man in blue robe looked like he was going to flee with his tail between his legs. Zhang Qiling silently blocked his hearing.

Well! This little Qilin is also a chatterbox.