Chapter 151 What is the meaning of "Excessive joy leads to sorrow"

Upon hearing this, Wuxie sighed regretfully and could only respond.

"Okay, we agreed to leave on the 14th, so we still have three days to prepare. If you can't come, we won't force you."

After Wuxie hung up the phone, Xie Yuchen called again.

"Brother Mo, Wuxie told you about going to Changbai Mountain, right?"

“Well, I just finished speaking. I will take people with me, but Xiaoguan may not.”

Zhang Moyu didn't know what Xie Yuchen wanted to say by calling him specially. He rubbed his little Qilin in his hand, waiting for him to speak.

"So are you going with Wuxie, or with me?"

While Xie Yuchen was talking on the phone, he was also thinking about the equipment he needed to bring for this trip.

Wuxie and Fatty Wang were found by Chenpi Asi a long time ago and took the train to Changbai Mountain with him.

He originally planned to save some effort and go with Wuxie and the others, but Chenpi seemed to have already established contact with Wu Sansheng, and no matter what, he just didn't agree to let him join the team.

He also said explicitly and implicitly that he shouldn't have gotten involved in this trip.

In this regard, Xie Yuchen just wanted to give them a "hehe".

The world is so big, he can go wherever he wants. A bunch of self-righteous psychopaths have nothing to do and the elders who have nothing to do with him are still showing off and giving him orders!

If he had not cultivated himself for so many years and had not become an elegant, reserved and polite child, every one of the elders in the Nine Gates would have been scolded by him.

In Xie Yuchen's opinion, Chenpi Asi is the trash of the old era and one of the old stubborn people of the Nine Gates.

I didn't see much ability in him, but he acted very arrogantly. The biggest joke about him was that he was a complete pauper.

The total cost of his clothes and equipment is not as expensive as the pair of shoes he usually wears!

It was just a mixed bag of rubbish. There were no experts, no talents, and no equipment. Xie Yuchen felt disdainful towards Chenpi A Si, the team leader.

Then be prepared to spend more money, pull out a nice team, pick out a few powerful ones, spend more on equipment, and then make a dazzling appearance in front of them to blind their eyes!

Faced with Xie Yuchen's inquiry with a hint of expectation, Zhang Moyu originally wanted to say that he would go with him, but suddenly thought of something.

He remembered that Zhang Zhixuan was interested in technological machinery and had just spent some money today to rent a helicopter for a long period of time.

He and Zhang Zhiyi had long been interested in airplanes and munitions. Since munitions were controlled items and difficult to obtain, they wanted to build an airplane to study first.

After reading a bunch of information on the Internet, whose authenticity was unknown, the two of them, one a master of hexagrams and the other a master of craftsmanship, discussed it with each other and expressed confidence that they understood it.

They hit it off immediately and planned to set a trap for the rental company.

Using their foresight of the weather, they planned routes that were prone to unexpected events, or summoned a flock of birds for a suicide attack, working together to get the helicopter to a desolate location where no one could find a solution. Then they attacked the helicopter head-on and destroyed it.

Zhang Zhixuan and the other man had thought it through beforehand. If everything went well, they could just make a few hypocritical complaints afterwards and get away with it, cancel the contract, and get some technology for free. If things didn't go well, they could just pay some money and take the helicopter away directly.

Zhang Moyu felt that instead of letting the helicopter die before it could accomplish its mission, it would be better to let the plane play its role first.

He planned to take a civil aviation flight to the Northeast first, and then transfer to a helicopter to see if he could go directly to Changbai Mountain, which would be quick, convenient and comfortable.

After hearing Zhang Moyu's itinerary plan, Xie Yuchen was silent for a moment.

I took a look at the plan in my hand to go off-road in the RV and then hike up the snow-capped mountains. For the first time, I wondered if I was too stingy.

What car are you driving!

Xie Yuchen is not someone who cannot afford money, he also wants to switch from passenger flight to helicopter!

He immediately crumpled the plan sheet in his hand into a ball of waste paper and threw it directly into the trash can.

"In that case, I'll go with you guys. I'll be able to take care of you when the time comes."

Xie Yuchen said this very naturally, without any sign that he had wanted to recruit people to join him and let Zhang Moyu go with him just a few seconds ago.

After agreeing on the same flight, the two hung up the phone. Zhang Moyu went to pack some things he needed to prepare, and temporarily entrusted the little Qilin to Zhang Molan, who was lying on the balcony and dozing off.

Zhang Molan didn't expect there would be another pleasant surprise. After Zhang Moyu walked away, he held the little Qilin in his arms and rubbed it for a while.

He took the little fellow's threatening gesture as something funny, and the unconvinced little voice made him blush with excitement and his blood boiled.

When he was in the clan, he was the leader of the Wuzong clan and the clan leader's personal guard. He was on missions outside for decades and had little time to go back to the clan to see the little ones.

The elders of the tribe at that time felt that he was evil and did not look like a good person. They were afraid that he would scare the children and guarded against him like a spy.

God bless him, he just looks a little fierce, but he has a soft heart and likes furry things.

Now Zhang Molan's eyes are full of wanton arrogance, and he feels that his suffering has finally paid off.

Now that he is the elder of the tribe, the little ones are finally under his care!

Zhang Molan's expression was half sad and half arrogant, and she felt like a daughter-in-law who had finally become a mother-in-law after many years.

He dozed off the little Qilin in his arms, then dragged it up and gave it a big kiss on the forehead. Listening to the little guy's powerful cry, he sighed in his heart.

Kids and stuff, it's really fun.

After his "kiss of true love" fell, the little Qilin who was still struggling suddenly stopped moving.

Zhang Molan thought the little guy was shy, so he picked it up and held it in front of him, looking at it at eye level, wanting to appreciate the little Qilin he had captured. However, he was met with a pair of cold eyes that were calm but with a hint of collapse.

Hmm...why do you have such an expression?

Zhang Molan looked at the little Qilin with a stern face and human eyes, and was a little slow to react at first.

Feeling the little Qilin's tense muscles and his stiff body without any movement, Zhang Molan realized that Zhang Qiling's memory had been awakened!

The memory awakened too quickly and the timing was too clever, catching him off guard.

Zhang Molan thought about his performance just now, and a drop of cold sweat suddenly seeped out of his forehead.

He admitted that he had been a bit presumptuous just now. Would the clan leader think he was a pervert in the future?

Thinking that Zhang Qiling is his direct superior, Zhang Molan's intelligence, which was obscured by his cute appearance, finally regained the upper hand.

He felt he could still save himself.

He immediately stood up and carefully placed the little Qilin in his hand on a cushion in the balcony rocking chair where he had been sitting previously.

This was the cushion he had just used to support his back. He had walked around the entire villa and picked out the most comfortable one to lean on.

Zhang Molan also helped Zhang Qiling smooth the hair on his head that had stood up after he rubbed it.

Zhang Qiling had a wooden face the whole time. Just when he finished combing his messy hair and was about to work on his newly bulging little unicorn horn, he turned his head away and looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhang Molan silently withdrew his hand. Seeing that Zhang Qiling didn't seem to have anything to say, he stood up, bowed slightly, and then slipped away silently.

He was still feeling regretful in his heart. The concentration of spiritual energy in the world was declining sharply. He estimated that Zhang Qiling was the last little Qilin in the Zhang family who could learn to transform.

From now on, he can only hold children and not little Qilin. Thinking of this, Zhang Molan felt heartbroken.

Zhang Qiling, who was placed on a cushion, saw that there was no one around and simply lay down without caring about his image.

He had just come out of the shadow of being kissed by an unfamiliar elder in the tribe, and recalled his socially unsuccessful history of following a puppy to learn how to bark and trying to urinate to mark his territory.

Zhang Qiling felt like he was torn apart for a moment, and then he remembered that Zhang Moyu and Zhang Benshan were watching him at the time, and his heart went even colder.

Originally, he recalled some bad memories of being locked up as an experimental subject. But before he could recall those painful experiences, all kinds of social deaths instantly made him forget those memories.

In fact, he would rather be locked up as an experimental subject than suffer repeated social death in front of his elders, friends and juniors.

Being arrested is just a little bit of suffering, and it will pass after the pain is over.

But the dark history will be dug up again and again and used to lash out at the corpse!!!