Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

The black blind man looked at this scene, laughed in his mouth, and touched Zhang Qiling next to him with his arm.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Ling's Xiaosao operation in front of him, his eyes flashed, and a trace of approval quickly flashed in his eyes.

However, he glanced at the black blind man expressionlessly on his face, and then fell on Wu Xian without saying a word.

When the black blind man saw him like this, he shook his head, and his tone was very indebted: "You old sullen man."

After saying this, the black blind man was honored to get a cold look from Zhang Qiling.

But he grinned nonchalantly, after all, lice are not afraid of itching, and debts are not afraid.

If this mute Zhang doesn't look at him like this one day, the black blind man is still a little Xi to it.

His back relaxed, some lazily leaned on the back of the chair, and some playfully looked at Wu Ling.

When he and Zhang Qiling were 'light and dark'.

Wu Ling still looks like a little reporter who eats melons.

He raised his little paws, looked at Wu Sanxing seriously, and said with a horn in his mouth:

"This Wu Xiansen, you have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court.

"Now I'm going to ask you a question, do you have something to hide from us?"

Wu Ling said that he handed his small fist to Wu Sanxing's side again, and then gave him a small look, but it was hinting at him:

Third uncle, hurry up, it's time for you to speak.

Wu Sanxing: "......"

He listened to his little nephew speak with a Taiwanese accent, and he was a little funny in his heart.

After all, it's a young man, and he's quite good at playing.

But don't say it, it tastes pretty good.

Wu Sansheng smacked his lips, looking at his little nephew, a curious gossip reporter, his hands were a little itchy.

He didn't hold back, he directly knocked Wu Ling's head with his hand, and scolded with a smile:

"Stinky boy, you also presented evidence in court, are you treating me as a suspect? This gives you cleverness."

"Oh, third uncle, can you cooperate with me.

Wu Ling stretched out his hand and poked him, muttering in a low voice:

"Also, Third Uncle, can you not always knock on my head, I'm not smart in the first place, what if I knock stupidly?"

Wu Sanxing looked at the little fruit hair that came to him softly, couldn't help pinching it, and said in his mouth: "Where is it so easy to be stupid? If you knock it, you can become stupid, and your brother will already become a fool."

"Besides, stupid is stupid, Lao Tzu can't afford to support you with the money he earns, and isn't there your brother here? Stupid to let your brother support you."

Wu Xian, who was rubbing medicine for his younger brother: "......"

He took the action of dipping a cotton swab in medicine, and glanced at Wu Sanxing helplessly.

Third uncle, why did this pull me up again?

Wu Sanxing noticed his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and glared at him.

Why can't it be?

Wu Xian saw Wu Sanxing's rare appearance of an old naughty boy, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Why is this old boy still alive and gone?

What else could he say about his gaze at the three provinces of Shangwu? He could only grin helplessly, sigh, and admit it.

Yes.

When the two made eye contact, Wu Ling, who was next to him, heard this and coughed.

Then he patted Wu Sanxing's leg and said,

"Third uncle, don't open the topic, I'm talking about you now, not my brother."

Wu Sansheng came back to his senses and looked at his little nephew's little face, and the pride he had just been at Wu Xian's place immediately held back.

It completely shows what it means to be a thing to descend a thing.

Damn, people say that children come to collect debts in their previous lives.

Lao Tzu thought that he would be fine if he was not born in this life, but he still lost to these two little rabbit cubs.

Wu Sanxing sighed leisurely when he thought of this.

He looked at Wu Ling, nodded helplessly, and said in a coaxing tone:

"Okay, good, serious and serious, reporter Xiao Wu, right? "

Hey, hey.

Wu Ling grinned, stretched out his little paw and poked Wu Sanxing's arm, and asked, "Third uncle, do you really know some secrets that we

don't know?" "Everyone is good friends, don't be so outside, there are secrets to share together."

Wu Sanxing looked at him as if he was coquettish, a smile flashed in his eyes, he reached out and stroked the soft hair on the top of his head, and asked, "I really want to know?"

"Mmmm." When Wu Ling heard this, he immediately nodded, and looked at Wu Sanxing with bright eyes.

Wu Sanxing saw his enthusiastic appearance, and a hint of playfulness from the old fox flashed in his eyes.

His expression was a little relaxed, and he said with some evil taste: "I won't tell you." "

Why?" When he heard Wu Sanxing say that he had a secret, Wu Ling's big eyes burst out with a strange color.

But

when he heard the next sentence, his little color dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Well, melons are raw.

Wu Ling flattened his mouth, and a little stubbornly poked Wu Sanxing's arm with his hand, his face full of puzzlement:

"Weisa? We have such a good relationship, can't Weisa tell me?"

"Third uncle, why do you still have your own little secret? Or are you not good friends? Hurry up and report to the organization."

When Wu Sanxing was kept poking with his fingers, his performance was still very relaxed, with a smile on his face that made fun of the child.

The corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he casually stroked Wu Ling's little head, and said bluntly: "Because this is not a story that children can hear, little fart children who have not grown hair, what secrets

do you hear?" Wu Ling: "...... Third Uncle, are you polite?"

He kept poking Wu Sanxing's finger for an instant, glanced at him resentfully, and pursed his lips:

"

Third Uncle, why do you still bring personal attacks? And what you say sounds so familiar to me." "

Oh?" Wu Sanxing tilted his head to look at Wu Ling, and raised his chin at him, as if to say that it sounded familiar.

Wu Ling pursed his lips with a serious expression: "I heard what you said when a certain sinister and cunning old fox was pit his nephew little fox, and I heard it many times before, that old fox can fool people."

"And not only fooling people, but he also dug a pit and let his nephew jump in, and dug the pit without filling it, which was damaged. Wu

Sanxing: "......" You can just report my ID number.

He looked at the sad and complaining little nephew in front of him, and was about to laugh angrily: "Stinky boy, do you still have something to do with your third uncle?"

Wu Ling pursed his lips, he saw that Wu Sanxing looked soft and hard, and knew that he would definitely not be able to speak.

After all, the old fox's Taoism is much deeper than his, and he is like a little milk cat to him.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling sighed leisurely, but soon cheered up again.

No, there are no airtight windows in the world.

This old fox must know some little secret that my brother and I don't know, and we have to find a way to get it out of here.

Just when Wu Ling was pondering.

Wu Sanxing, who was next to him, shook his head and smiled, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and was about to put the cigarette roll in his mouth when his fingers suddenly flickered.

As if he had thought of something, he glanced at Wu Ling, and then stuffed the cigarette back.

It's just that in the process of stuffing his cigarette, the corner of his eye inevitably swept to the wounds on Wu Ling's body that had been medicated by Wu Xie.

Wu Sanxing's eyes narrowed, and his mouth snorted lightly.

Although he looks like a fool and looks unserious, he really has nothing to say to Wu Xian and Wu Ling, the two stinky boys.

He looked at the injuries on Wu Ling's body, and there was uncontrollable pity in his eyes.

"Stinky boy, does it hurt?".