From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

No! Where did my little unicorn go?

Zhang Qiling reacted and rushed towards the human-shaped passage created by Mo Jiu, not caring about the life or death of Dan on the ground.

Mo Jiu's body is smaller than Zhang Qiling's, and the black spots can penetrate the stone wall, so the passage created by the collision is too small for Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling shrank his bones and went in with the black gold.

This passage, which was created by Mo Jiu's powerful collision, is about thirty meters deep. At the end is a black mineral vein. The evil energy here is very strong, and it should have been contaminated by the black spots.

"I told you to disgust me, I told you to bully my little brother, don't you know that I am protecting my little brother?

That's my little brother. He has eaten the dragon's liver and the phoenix's gall, and now he wants to eat the Qilin, the mythical beast of my Qilin clan.

Why don't you die of bloating, you dark, ugly black hair ball? How did your father Heaven create you? What a terrible vision.

Why don’t you learn from my dad? Look, my little brother is so pretty, and he also raised me, a super cute, domineering, powerful, fierce and smart cat…”

Zhang Qiling leaned silently against the stone wall next to him, looking up at the top of his head, indicating that he did not know this narcissistic and talkative little unicorn in front of him.

Also, what is this little Qilin obsessed with raising himself? Didn't he raise himself? Although Xiaojiu brought his own food.

The black spot was grabbed by Mo Jiu's hand, and he would hit it roughly with his fist, or grab a corner and throw it to the ground.

The entire narrow space of the black mineral vein was filled with flying rocks and pits dug by him, as if it had been demolished.

His mouth was still talking non-stop, not a single word repeated.

Zhang Qiling felt that even if the black spot was not beaten to death or torn to pieces by Mo Jiu, he would have become autistic because of his words.

He doesn't talk much! Why is this little Qilin so talkative?

I don’t know if it was because Mo Jiu’s words stimulated it, or because it felt that it was about to die, but the black spot actually overcame its fear of Mo Jiu.

After another fall, it suddenly released a huge ball of hair, and a human figure emerged from the hair.

Mo Jiu was so embarrassed by this that he couldn't react, so Zhang Qiling flew over and chopped it with a knife.

The black spot let out a scream and tried to rush into the black mineral vein, but Mo Jiu did not let go of the hand that was holding it, and with a little force he dragged it out again.

The black spot reacted quickly and chose to cut off its tail to survive.

The black hair in Mo Jiu's hand broke in his palm and turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

Zhang Qiling looked at the direction where the black spot fled, jumped into the air and blocked it, then kicked it to the ground.

This thing is really troublesome. It drills into the ground as soon as it lands.

"Pretend you are an earthworm! Drill, drill, drill..."

Mo Jiu turned his hands into long arms and grabbed the black spot again. Then he used his spiritual power to hold the black spot in his hand and rubbed it hard, turning the entire black spot into a ball the size of a basketball.

"I let you drill, I let you drill..." After rubbing the ball, Mo Jiu kept slapping it on the ground.

"Bang bang bang..."

Zhang Qiling looked at the ground where the black spot sphere had been hitting. There was a huge pit several meters deep. The rock and soil underneath must have become dozens of times harder than cement.

The black spot kept making wailing sounds, as if begging for mercy, but Zhang Qiling, who understood the language of corpses, didn't understand its language.

After all, they are not creatures of a civilized system.

Zhang Qiling saw Mo Jiu kicking and slapping the black spot, having fun. He turned around and checked the black vein, found the mysterious meteorite fragments scattered here, and dug them out from the vein with tools.

As soon as the fist-sized green meteorite reached Zhang Qiling's hand, Mo Jiu threw the black spot aside and ran over.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Zhang Qiling retracted his hand and avoided the two claws he stretched out. He turned his head to look at the black spot, which had begun to dissipate. Did it just not withstand the torture and self-destruct?

"I want to eat, Brother Xiaoguan." Seeing that he didn't give her any, Mo Jiu hugged Zhang Qiling's thigh and began to shake.

With Mo Jiu's current height and his hugging of her thighs, Zhang Qiling felt a little uncomfortable and reached out to pull his claws apart.

"Stand still."

"Brother Xiaoguan, you don't love Jiujiu! I'm not your most precious little Qilin~"

Zhang Qiling's temples and eyelids twitched because of Mo Jiu's words. He pursed his lips and his face looked a little dark.

"Who taught you that?"

Looking back, he secretly asked the Heaven to send that man a bolt of lightning to corrupt his little Qilin.

"Uh..." Mo Jiu's round black eyes rolled around and he covered his mouth with his little hand.

I tried hard to recall whether I had said any swear words just now, otherwise I would get a spanking.

How could such a majestic and awe-inspiring beast like the Qilin leave behind such a dark history?