Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Stinky boy, what are you holding here?

When Wu Ling came back from the front, Wu Sanxing took the bulging backpack from him.

The backpack looks bulging, but it's not heavy to start with, and it's quite light.

Wu Ling was protected by Wu Xian next to him, and sat on the seat between him and Wu Sanxing.

After hearing his third uncle's words, Wu Ling turned his head to look at him, reached out and patted his SpongeBob SquarePants backpack, and said in a mysterious tone:

"It's all my babies."

Wu Sanxing looked at his ghostly little expression, and sneered a little funny:

"What kind of treasure do you have at this young age? Don't you have any expired snacks, half-eaten sugar, and some stones from where?" "

Third uncle, what kind of thing is that in the Year of the Monkey?

Wu Ling hugged his small backpack, opened the zipper of one of the layers, and introduced him attentively: "Look, the old brother brand has eaten more than half of the sweet potatoes...... Mud.

Wu Ling originally wanted to talk about sweet potatoes, but he couldn't say anything when he looked at the mud in his hand that was tied to a plastic bag and crushed into some kind of yellow-brown object due to multiple collisions.

This yellow-brown object was the oversized sweet potato that Wu Xian bought for him before, Wu Ling didn't finish it, so he tied a bag and put it in his backpack, ready to nibble on it when he was hungry.

But at this time, he looked at the soft object in his hand, and he was really a little unspeakable.

When he looked at his little sweet potato and was a little silent, Wu Sanxing next to him also saw the piece of thing in his hand.

Wu Sanxing's eyebrows were raised high, his eyes were a little complicated, and he smacked his tongue and said

, "Little leather monkey, are your hobbies so peculiar now?"

"Ahem."

Wu Ling coughed in his mouth, silently handed this thing to Wu Sanxing, and recommended it with a small mouth:

"Third uncle, let me tell you, don't look at this thing that looks like a poop, but you can still eat it when you go back to the pot, it's sweet, do you want to take a bite."

Wu Sanxing stretched out his hand and politely rejected him, "No need, your third uncle is not too hungry and I don't want to die young, you can eat."

The fluttering hair on Wu Ling's head trembled.

He silently glanced at the sweet potato puree in his hand, took a deep breath, and said in a serious nonsense:

"Third uncle, I don't think it wants me to eat it."

Wu Sanxing: "What's the matter, it's still talking to you?" Wu

Ling forced with a serious face:

"Ang, telepathy, sweet potatoes' life is also fate, we have to respect its ideas, so I'd better not eat it."

After saying this, Wu Ling stuffed the sweet potato puree into his backpack, and even pressed it down.

His little set of movements was rattling so fast, and before Wu Sanxing could react, Wu Ling had already stuffed the sweet potato into it.

Sweet potatoes become like this, even if they can still be eaten, but after all, they can't get over that hurdle in their hearts.

It is shameful to waste food.

Wu Ling just wanted not to feel guilty in his heart, in order to be worthy of Grandpa Yuan.

He made a cross on his chest, then folded his hands, recited a sentence of Amitabha, and even whispered a horn in his mouth:

"Rest in peace, Brother Sweet Potato, go all the way, let's strive to make a taro in the next life, that thing is crushed into puree, and then sprinkled with some sugar, it is delicious, and the children next door are crying."

As he spoke, Wu Ling unconsciously sucked his own little saliva.

A carload of people who witnessed the whole process: "......"

Xiao Shanqing withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and his arms were shaking with a smile.

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to laugh.

Pan Zi next to him looked at Xiaoshan Qing's face flushed, sighed in his heart, and reached out to touch his thigh.

Xiao Shanqing was listening to the situation behind him with his ears pricked up, and felt the touch on his legs, and was slightly stunned.

He glanced at Panzi next to him, with some doubts in his eyes, and a strange brilliance.

He was about to speak, but he felt the hand that touched his thigh directly grabbed the flesh on his leg.

Then a pinch, a twist.

Then Pan Zi's voice deliberately lowered his voice came from his ears: "Don't be distracted, drive well, drive in the ditch for a while, Lao Tzu will kill you." Xiao

Shanqing: "......"

originally thought it was honey, but it turned out to be a flying kick.

After the sweet potato puree was overcooked, Wu Ling continued to dig for the treasures in his small backpack.

Don't look at the backpack as small as it looks, but it has a lot of capacity inside.

Wu Ling took out a mobile phone from it for a while, a power bank from it for a while, a helmet from it for a while, and finally took out two ham sausages and a lot of small snacks from it.

Wu Sanxing looked at his things with some amusement, raised his eyebrows and asked, "This is your baby?"

Wu Ling nodded, looking at these ordinary things of his own, but said with some pride in his mouth: "They are all my new favorites."

Wu Sanxing was amused by his appearance.

He looked at his little nephew's things, his eyes locked on the water cup in the pocket next to Wu Ling's backpack, raised his eyebrows and asked,

"This is what your brother picked for you?"

Wu Ling followed his third uncle's gaze, and his gaze also fell on the little yellow duck's water cup.

He nodded, but his expression was a little puzzled, and he muttered in a low voice: "Did I put the kettle here?"

When Wu Ling muttered, Zhang Qiling's fingers in the front row moved slightly.

However, his movements were so small that almost no one noticed.

Except for the black blind man next to him.

Wu Ling picked up the kettle and found that there was some mung bean soup dangling inside.

It just so happened that he had just been horning for a long time and was a little thirsty.

He unscrewed the lid of the little yellow duck, pulled out the white straw inside, and took a big sip of the cup.

Wu Xian's craftsmanship is really good, the mung beans are soft, the soup is refreshing, sweet but not greasy.

Wu Ling was sweet and indeed a little thirsty, so he drank a little anxiously.

Wu Sanxing, who was next to him, saw his posture and patted him on the back: "Drink slowly."

Wu Ling nodded, handed his small water cup to Wu Sanxing, chewed a few mung beans in his mouth, and asked,

"Third uncle, do you drink mung bean soup?"

Wu Sanxing looked at the water cup in front of him, this time he didn't refuse, after all, he had been busy for most of the day, and he was a little thirsty, so he took it and took a sip.

Originally, he just wanted to quench his thirst, but the mung bean soup he didn't expect tasted good.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, handed the water cup back to Wu Ling, and asked,

"Where did you buy it?" "

I didn't buy it. Wu Ling shook his head, and when he took the water cup, he reached out and nodded at Wu Xian next to him, with some inexplicable pride in his mouth:

"My brother cooked it in the hotel yesterday, isn't it delicious

?" "Your brother cooked it?" Wu Sanxing glanced at Wu Xian with some surprise when he heard this.

When will this stinky boy cook? Why wouldn't I know?

Wu Ling nodded, and said without boasting: "Ang, my brother's skills are good, cooking is always delicious, I can cook three bowls of rice every time!" When he said this, Wu

Ling's little stomach screamed cooperatively.

"Grunt~"

The sound is not heavy, but the ears of the people in the car are extremely good.

Wu Xian glanced at him, stretched out his hand and patted his stomach

, and asked, "Hungry?"

Not to mention that it is okay to be hungry, as soon as he said that he was hungry, Wu Ling felt that his chest was close to his back, and he was hungry.

He reached out and rubbed his stomach, and his mouth responded: "Ang, I'm hungry." "

Eat a ham sausage first. Wu Xian peeled off the skin of the ham sausage next to him and handed it to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling took the ham sausage and took a bite, his face was small, his mouth was also small, and when he took a bite, the ham sausage had not bitten half of it, and his cheeks bulged first.

Wu Ling chewed the ham sausage in his mouth while glancing at the scenery outside the window and found that they were almost at the foot of the mountain now.

He stretched out his hand and poked Wu Sansheng next to him, because he had something in his mouth, his voice was a little slurred:

"Third uncle, where are we going now?"

Wu Sansheng glanced at him, and just wanted to say that he would take you to dinner, but he saw his tattered clothes and the wound that had been drugged.

Wu Sanxing shook his head and asked, "Where do you live with your brother?"

Wu Ling thought about it for a while when he heard this, but it took less than three seconds.

He decisively turned his head to look at Wu Xian next to him:

"Brother, where are we staying?"