Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"I believe you have ghosts.

Wu Ling pursed his lips, "Third uncle, how old are you and still fooling children? "

Hey, you stinky boy.

Wu Sanxing didn't like to hear this, he immediately glared, and said angrily:

"Why are you third uncle and I a bad old man?" I am just 41 this year, I am young and strong, my body is very good, and I am still a beautiful young man, you know a fart. Maybe

Wu Sanxing didn't want to admit that he was getting old, or maybe it was when he was in his body, which was a little unsatisfactory.

After all, I'm in my 40s, so I'm a little cautious.

At this time, when he heard his little nephew say that he was old, his eyes widened, and he was spit out by the angry quintessence, and quickly denied it.

Wu Ling was sprayed with spittle by him.

The spit was like a rainstorm outside, squirting him on the head and in the face.

Even the wobbly little soft fur was forced to be irrigated with a little foaming star.

Wu Ling, who was forced to wash his face

: "......" was forced to come to a "love" irrigated idiot: "......"

uncle's love was like a rainstorm, it came unexpectedly, crackling, and it was difficult to extricate itself.

It's a shame that Wu Ling doesn't have a habit of cleanliness, but at this time he really wants to say it.

Wow, third uncle, you seem to be rhyming.

After being forced to accept a love irrigation, Wu Ling wiped the spit stars on his body.

Then he made the best use of his resources, patted Wu Sanxing's chest with his little paws stained with spittle, and said with a small mouth:

"Third uncle, third uncle, don't be so excited, calm and calm, excitement is not good for the liver, and it is not good for the kidneys, and the more excited you are, the more you prove that you are weak."

"Besides, you are a post-80s, I am a post-00s, you are 41 years old, I am just 18 years old, and we are both different in age from my brother." "

You're a man with forty-one flowers, but I'm still a young grass that's just emerging. "

You said that you, a flower that has bloomed for no known how long it has been, can bear to lie to me, a simple and innocent little young grass that is rising in the motherland?"

"Don't you really have heartache, Third Uncle?"

When he said this, Wu Ling also deliberately rubbed Wu Sanxing's chest.

Wu Sanxing: "......"

He took a deep breath and felt some sudden pain in his temples.

Damn, even if his eldest

nephew is angry, why is his little nephew still so angry? Could this be the legendary Zhu Zhe Chi and the Ink Nearer Black?

Speaking of this, Wu Sanxing glanced at his eldest nephew, and as a result, when he saw his eldest nephew's smiling expression, he became angry in his heart.

He's a chicken, these two stinky boys are better than the other when they were young, and he can't wait to show off in his arms every day.

Now that I've grown up, well, these two stinky boys are more annoying than the other, and one is more worry-free than the other.

If it weren't for the genes of these two stinky boys, they would be too strong.

The eldest is exactly the same as his eldest brother, and the second is exactly the same as his sister-in-law, and the tears on his face and his eyebrows and eyes are not bad at all.

Wu Sanxing still thought that these two little unlucky things were holding the wrong thing in the hospital.

Otherwise, why is it so annoying.

Xu is Wu Sanxing saw Wu Ling's little appearance like a little monkey, a ghost and a ghost, and recalled the horror of being dominated by a bear child back then.

I think it was because he made this stinky boy cry four or five times a day.

He was beaten on the ground by his second brother, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his cheeks were swollen, and it took seven days for him to disappear.

Seven days, seven days, do you know how he spent those seven days?

That gave him grievances.

The most important thing is that this stinky boy is still painting on his face when his nose is blue and his face is swollen, and he is not allowed to move, which makes him angry.

But he didn't dare to resist yet, because his second brother was sitting by and watching.

Wu Sanxing had to hold Xiao Wang Ba on the left side of his face, a little red flower on the right cheek, a little pig's head on his head, and a big eye circle on his eyes, and clap his hands with gritted teeth:

"It's a good painting, it's really fucking good." That

experience has completely become a shadow in Wu Sanxing's heart now.

At this time, he looked at the smile on Wu Ling's face, which was almost exactly the same smile as when this stinky boy was a child, when he drew a pig's head on his face with a paintbrush.

Needless to say, this situation is not too much.

Wu Sansheng directly gave this stinky boy a little tyrant, and said with love and hatred in his mouth:

"You stinky boy, why are you like your brother, so curious?" "

Haven't you heard of a common saying? Curiosity kills cats, you give me a good seat, and if you talk again, I will throw you out of the car in a while, and let the wild wolf eat you."

Wu Ling was not angry when he was knocked out, he smacked his lips, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Third uncle, haven't you heard a sentence? Although curiosity kills the cat, after the curiosity is satisfied, it can be resurrected.

As he said this, his hand patting Wu Sanxing's chest had not stopped.

It seems that Wu Ling is afraid that he will give his third uncle a gas, and has been helping him to calm down.

Wu Ling glanced at his little paws and said to Wu Sanxing:

"Third uncle, you see how good I am to you, my brother doesn't have this treatment." "

Huh. Hearing this, Wu Sanxing just wanted to hehe.

He glanced at the scratching little paw on his chest.

He looked at his shirt, which was a little wrinkled and wet, and laughed a little angrily.

This treatment, don't do it.

"Little bastard, you thorny and stingy, what you know is that you give me a good luck, and you don't know that you think you are catching fleas here.

At this time, Wu Sanxing didn't know that what he said was a sick sentence, because fleas generally like to hide on dogs.

But Wu Ling's little head quickly reacted, he patted Wu Sanxing's chest and said:

"Tsk, third uncle, I don't allow you to say that about yourself"

Wu Ling didn't finish saying this, but Wu Sanxing is not a person who can't turn around.

After he heard the meaning of his little nephew's words, a black line immediately popped out of his face.

"Third uncle, calm and calm, it's not good for you to have large mood fluctuations at your age, and it's easy to ...... "

If you don't say that people don't do it, they won't die."

At this time, Wu Ling's small mouth kept horning, but he didn't expect that as soon as he horned a few words, he was kicked by Wu Sanxing's buttocks.

Wu Ling was kicked unexpectedly, and his body trembled, like a small round ball, and it smashed on Wu Xian's body with a bang.

Wu Xian, who came to a calamity

: "......" originally just wanted to kick lightly, but he didn't think that his little nephew's weight was too light, and he kicked Wu Sanxing, who flew away: "......"

A trace of emptiness quickly flashed in his eyes.

Damn, why is this stinky boy so light

? I will not be stupid when I go down this foot, right? It turns out that Wu Ling will not be stupid when I go down this foot, but he is just a little confused.

He pulled out his little head from his brother's arms in a daze, and his eyes were a little confused.

I recalled the experience of flying over like a kite just now, and blurted out subconsciously:

"Mom, this time this is also exciting." This

kick, the Tangshan words for Wu Ling are all sorted out, which shows how confused he is.

Wu Xian, who was forced to be a mother next to him: "......"

He stretched out his hand and was about to help his brother, although he knew this, he didn't say it to himself.

But Wu Xian has a different kind of subtle feeling.

Although Wu Ling seemed to fall hard, he didn't feel pain, just a little confused.

He sniffed, just as he was about to get up.

Suddenly, a large hand with a slight callouse pinched on his little ear.

At this moment, Wu Ling's stunned brain instantly sobered up.

He felt the touch of pinching his ear and swallowed.

Others may not know, but those who know Wu Ling must know that he is the person who is most afraid of others pinching his earlobe.

Because the pain in his ears was several times greater than in other places.

It's the kind of person who touches it lightly, and he feels the pain very sensitively.

Even when wearing a hat, when he was lightly pressed by the brim, his ears would be sensitive, congested, and swollen.

It can be said that the ear is Wu Ling's lifeline.

Wu Ling, who was pinched at this time, was tantamount to the kind of pitiful little milk cat who was lifted by the back of his neck.

He followed the big hand above his ear, looked up, and saw Wu Sanxing staring at his skin and smiling.

it, I'm going to play.

Wu Ling saw the small expression on his third uncle's face, and the alarm radar in his heart sounded instantly.

The originally proud little expression on his face instantly turned into a little bitter gourd, and he begged for mercy bitterly:

"Third uncle, I was wrong, I shouldn't say that you are old, although you are 41 years old, you are still an upright and young eighteen and one flowers Not old at all, at your age, you are still a budding flower and bones." Wu

Sanxing: "......"

He pinched his little nephew's ear for a moment, and looked at him with a somewhat complicated look.

Damn, what he knows is his begging for mercy, and he who doesn't think he's declaring war.

Did this stinky boy do it on purpose?

Seeing that the more Wu Ling spoke, the more exaggerated it became, Wu Sanxing's face became darker and darker.

Suddenly, a somewhat mournful and desolate voice came:

"Forty-year-old man, what is wrong with what he does, is his life decadent from now on?"

Wu Ling listened to the music with BGM that suddenly sounded in his ears, and blinked a little confused.

However, in the next moment, after he reacted, his expression that was originally grabbed by his ears and a little sad suddenly changed.

Especially when he saw his third uncle's black face like the sole of his shoes.

Wu Ling couldn't hold back, as if he had been poked in the laughing hole, he put the back of his head against his brother's neck socket and laughed "giggle".

Wu Sanxing: "......"

He looked at his little nephew smiling and leaning back and forth, his smiling face was extremely bright.

I don't know why, the little anger that just rose in my heart suddenly deflated like a balloon that had been inflated.

However, at this time, the annoying sound in his ears that he wanted to hammer people continued.

Wu Sanxing snorted lightly in his mouth, and looked up angrily at the voice.

It turned out that Xiao Qingshan in front of him was hurriedly switching the car player.

When Xiao Shanqing was driving before, it was because of the heavy rain that stones fell on the mountain.

The atmosphere in the car was a little quiet, and in order to relieve the somewhat dull atmosphere in the car, he played a song.

As a result, it didn't come to pass, and at this time, this music happened to play this music so unfortunately.

Xiao Shanqing was originally the same uncle, listening to the play behind him, laughing happily.

But when he heard the song, the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Ga-"

Originally, he was a little weak in his heart, and his third master also looked at it.

Xiao Shanqing's body suddenly became violently, and his fingers quickly cut off the music and replaced it with a short story.

Originally, he thought that it would be good without music, but it didn't come to pass, and this little story had just been loaded.

A woman's breaking down and crying sounded.

"What's wrong with the old man?What's wrong with the older guy?!What's wrong with the 40s?!I just love him—I ......"

Before the woman could finish speaking, the moment the car was played was quickly darkened by Pan Zi's eyes next to him.

Suddenly, there was only the sound of a few people breathing staggered in the car, and there were a few obvious suffocated laughter.

and, the sound of Wu Sanxing's "squeak" grinding posterior molars.