Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Zhang Qiling sat by the car window, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and some messy broken hair fell on his forehead, revealing an indifferent expression like a fairy.

Not only his expression, but his appearance is also like a fairy on the edge of the sky, white and flawless, unattainable.

The sword eyebrows are starry, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the thin lips are lightly pursed, but the face is a little cold, which makes people dare not approach.

At this time, this originally god-like person fell his gaze slightly on Wu Xian.

At this moment, the emotion in the god's eyes was as light as clear water, a little mild, as if it was contaminated with some fireworks.

Wu Xian didn't know how long Zhang Qiling had been looking at him, he only knew that as soon as he turned around, he met his flat gaze.

The two looked at each other, and although they didn't say anything, they both understood their thoughts.

Wu squinted's eyes flashed slightly, he chuckled lightly, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face with one hand, nodded and said

, "Little brother is right, they act as if they have been specially trained, they should have been kept in captivity in that basement in order to protect something." "

When the two of them looked at each other and spoke, maybe they didn't notice.

A pair of big witty eyes, like the two dogs, are looking at them with a sense of snacks and melons.

Wu Ling pinched a small corner of his clothes with his fingers, looked at the two of them, and couldn't stop saying "Wow~" in his heart.

His eyes were bright, full of little gossip, and he thought secretly in his head:

"Who understands this feeling, this look, Siha~ The sexual tension is simply bursting!"

Although Wu Ling was a little excited now, he did not ignore the meaning of his brother's words.

According to the meaning of Wu Xian's words, those forbidden women and people are artificially 'raised'.

And just now, my third uncle also said that the fistula man grew up eating the flesh of dead people.

And if you don't eat dead human flesh for a long time, the person will quickly turn into carrion.

When Wu Ling fought with the man before, he found that the man showed no signs of weakness at all.

The big gray fungus nails are harder, almost harder than his life, poking a big hole.

This suggests that it is very likely that someone has fed someone with a fistula in the near future.

It could have been three days ago, or it could have been a week ago, or even the day before they came here.

Wu Ling's eyes flashed when he thought of this, and he silently pinched the corner of his clothes in his hand, and sighed in his heart:

"Sure enough, the world of adults is so dirty, and there are traps and tactics everywhere, none of these 'underground workers' are fuel-efficient lamps, and they play tactics every day, when can they open their eyes?"

In fact, it is not to blame Wu Ling for complaining, their current situation is like a cat catching a mouse.

They are cats, and "it" is a mouse.

It's just that the size of the mouse and the cat are not equal at this time.

The rat is a cunning adult mouse, while the cat is a newborn kitten.

If this is really played, I don't know who killed whom.

Wu Ling sighed a little distressedly, feeling as if he had fallen into some abyssal pit.

But it doesn't seem too bad, it's quite challenging.

Wu Ling squinted his eyes when he thought of this, rubbing his little finger, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, just as he looked pensive.

As everyone knows, he frowned at the end from the small expressions like two dogs when he saw Wu Xian and Zhang Qiling looking at each other, and the little expressions that were a little distressed were all seen by one person.

The black blind man pushed the sunglasses on his face, and crossed Erlang's legs lazily.

His eyes, obscured by sunglasses, fell on someone's face through the front rearview mirror.

There was a quick flash of amusement and thoughtfulness in his eyes.

In Wu Ling, the dog looked at Wu Xian and Zhang Qiling in a doggy manner, and the black blind man looked at him leisurely.

In this realistic rendition of 'you stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view look at you from upstairs'.

When Wu Sanxing, who was next to him, heard the word 'captivity', his eyes sank, as if he had thought of something, and his expression was abnormal for a moment.

His expression was very small, but he was still noticed by Wu Xian, who had been paying attention to his facial emotions with his peripheral vision.

His eyes flashed, and he asked, "Third Uncle, do you know something?"

Wu Xian's words immediately made everyone's attention fall on Wu Sanxing.

Wu Ling even poked out his little brain and looked at Wu Sanxing, and the soft hairs on his little head fluttered towards him.

I almost didn't write the word "curious" on the door of my head.

Wu Sanxing: "......"

He looked at his eldest nephew's suspicious appearance, and then looked at the big curious eyes of the little nephew next to him, and he had a heart attack inexplicably.

His mother is sure that these two rabbit cubs have come to him for revenge in their lives.

Thinking about his third master's prestige on the road, who wouldn't have long eyes to question him so much in front of him?

Wu Sanxing thought of this, and his mouth snorted.

He scratched his head a little irritably, met Wu Xian's gaze, and his lips opened slightly.

However, just when he was about to play a few haha casually and pull this topic over, a small head suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wu Ling tilted his little head, and his big eyes exuded a witty aura.

He half-clenched his hand, as if raising a microphone, blew his little fist in his mouth, and said seriously:

"Hello, everyone, this is Wujia Daily, this time, please follow Xiao Wu reporter to explore the unspeakable unknown secret."

After saying this, Wu Ling didn't wait for everyone to react, he moved his little ass to Wu Sanxing's side.

Then he handed the 'small fist microphone' to Wu Sanxing's mouth, and asked extremely professionally

: "Hello, Mr. Wu, hello, can I interview you?"

Wu Sanxing: "......"

A strange blankness suddenly flashed in his cunning eyes.

Wu Sanxing couldn't help but be a little suspicious of his age at this time.

Is he too old to keep up with the train of thought of young people now

? Why does this stinky boy want to play a play

? What is this playing?

But although Wu Sanxing is a little confused, his little nephew is playing with strange things.

But he still nodded cooperatively, playing with this stinky boy.

He wants to see what kind of treasure this stinky boy is going to play.

Seeing that Wu Sanxing nodded, Wu Ling silently made a small gesture of victory in his heart.

He looked at his third uncle, raised his small fist, coughed in his mouth, cleared his throat and asked

, "Ahem, this Mr. Wu, since you can find here, then you must know some kind of news that we don't know."

"So from now on, this reporter will record what you have done.

After saying this, Wu Ling's other dog paw directly stretched out, and immediately grabbed Wu Sanxing's wrist, and even made a "click" in the dubbing of the mouth. Voice.

His small gesture once again made the people in the car laugh a little.

Shen Yunxi gently supported the green snake that had just been handed over by Wu Ling, and looked at him with gentle eyes.

The two silver chains on his wrists made some crisp sounds as they caressed the snake's body.

It is very similar to the "click" sound that Wu Ling just dubbed with his mouth.

When Shen Yunxi was stroking the snake, a low laughing voice came from the side:

"Eh, dumb, don't you think this kid is quite interesting?"