Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu

Xian, who was suddenly gagged: "......"

He felt some cold touch in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue moved subconsciously.

Suddenly, a very strong strawberry flavor burst into his mouth.

"Is it sweet?" Wu Ling bit the spoon and looked at him.

Wu pursed his lips, felt the rich sweetness in his mouth, nodded and said, "Sweet." "

That's right.

Wu Ling smacked his lips and took another bite of strawberry ice cream in his hand, but this time he put it in his mouth.

While eating ice cream, he verbally taught Wu Xian and said

: "Don't think too much about it, stinky brother, I have a narrow heart when I look at your bitter and hateful appearance, what a cheerful atmosphere we have, brothers, friends and brothers, this sweet scene, you have to talk about some bitter love drama, can't we have some simple sweet little sweet text?"

Wu Xian: "......"

The negative emotions that had just risen in my heart fell back instantly.

The corners of his mouth twitched helplessly, and suddenly there was some amusement in his heart.

Sure enough, every moment with his little ancestor except for happiness and unexpectedness, the negative emotions are really nothing.

He shook his head, feeling a little relieved.

At this time, after Wu Ling finished eating the small spoonful of ice cream, he dug up another spoonful and handed it to Wu Xian:

"Na, stinky brother, you just think too much to make yourself uncomfortable, who won't get hurt in this fucking world?

Wu Xian couldn't help but eat the ice cream handed to his lips with a smile.

Then he sipped the ice cream that was too sweet in his mouth, and at the same time tapped his little ancestor's nose with his hand, and his tone was a little petty:

"You stinky boy is talking so much, I think you just don't want to apply medicine."

Hearing this, Wu Ling's eyes widened, and his big round eyes looked at him directly, like a puppy in disbelief.

He rubbed his little buttocks and twisted forward, patted Wu Xian's chest, and said with some resentment:

"Stinky old brother, I put it here to bother to comfort you, and you still doubt me here, are you polite? Besides, do I seem to be the kind of person who talks casually in order to avoid rubbing medicine? You are a naked slander, and I will let the police uncle come and arrest you in a while."

Wu Xian felt the restless little paw on his chest, and chuckled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

He shook the bottle of safflower oil in his hand, looked at his somewhat puffed child with gentle eyes, and smiled lightly:

"Yes, my little master is so powerful, since you have said so, then I will wipe it." As he

spoke, Wu Xian unscrewed the bottle of safflower oil, poured a little medicinal oil into his hand, and rubbed his palms to make the medicinal oil hot.

Wu Ling: "......"

He sniffed, looking at his brother's appearance of rubbing his palms, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

But it seems to be right everywhere.

He smacked his lips, looked down at Wu Xian with a small spoon with a complicated expression, and asked

, "Stinky brother, are you a child again?"

Wu Xian raised his head when he heard this, but he didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

The wordless silence was deafening.

"Damn!" Wu

Ling let out a small burst of anger in his mouth, and immediately twisted his little ass and rushed to the bed.

"Don't wipe it, you black-hearted red fox, you even lied to children, stinky brother, I curse you for eating instant noodles without seasoning packets!" Seeing

that Wu Ling was about to crawl to the center of the bed, a big hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Wu Ling hurriedly fluttered, but due to the pressure of force, he was directly dragged by Wu's legs and dragged back without love.

As soon as Wu Ling sat down, Wu Xian's hand stained with safflower oil stretched out.

Safflower oil is a carminative medicine, which is used for rheumatism and bone pain, swelling and pain relief, blood circulation and blood stasis, bruises, sprains, external headaches, skin swelling ......and so on

Safflower oil has a complete range of effects, but it has a very fatal characteristic, that is, the flavor is particularly strong, a smell of garlic and rotten eggs.

Maybe Wu Ling's nose was too sensitive, or maybe Wu Xian poured a little too much safflower oil into his hand.

This led to the fact that Wu Xian's hand had just been placed on Wu Ling's shoulder, and he had not yet begun to knead it.

Wu Ling rolled his eyes in an instant, and almost fainted from the smell.

He looked at Wu Xian's hand with a vigilant face, smelled the pungent smell, swallowed his saliva, and tried to discuss:

"Brother, you are my own brother, let's have something to say, don't move your hands and feet, how can you say that sentence?

Just when Wu Ling kept talking about the horn, Wu Xian saw the opportunity and directly pressed Wu Ling's twisted shoulder like a small loach with his hot palm.

This time the old excitement was old, Wu Ling's body trembled directly, and the ice cream spoon that he had been holding in his hand almost fell off.

The medicated oil was a little hot because it was rubbed hot in the palm of the hand.

In addition, Wu Xian's body is upright, young and strong, and his body is very hot, hot and fiery like a stove.

So the moment his palm touched Wu Ling's shoulder.

Wu Ling only felt that the big hand holding his shoulder was thick and strong, and it was very hot, and it was a little rough.

The thin cocoon scraped against his skin, itchy and painful, and a little cool.

Wu Ling couldn't help but snort lightly, and his toes curled up unconsciously.

"Pain?" Wu Xian frowned and looked at Wu Ling, with a deep concern in his tone.

Wu Ling's face wrinkled into a small bun, he shook his head after hearing Wu Xian's words, and said with a wrinkled face: "Stink."

Wu Xian was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help chuckling: "Okay, little ancestor bear with it, and when the medicine is over, I'll take a towel and wipe it for you."

Wu Ling snorted in his mouth, didn't speak, just wrinkled his face and stuffed a small mouthful of ice cream into his mouth, and then fed Wu Xian another mouthful.

Wu Xian's technique was very professional, and after a while, he rubbed the bruise on Wu Ling's shoulder, and it didn't make him feel any pain.

Wu Ling was kneaded comfortably, so he didn't resist the smell of smoking him and rolling his eyes.

Even after Wu Xian finished rubbing his shoulder, he took the initiative to stuff his left arm into Wu Xian's hand.

The room was filled with a large smell of safflower oil and oden.

A moment later.

Wu Ling was eating oden while watching Wu Xian pinch the bruises on his feet.

Wu Ling's feet are not big or small, just 38 yards.

However, his shoe size was a little unsightly in Wu Xian's hand, because Wu Xian covered his foot with one hand.

Wu Xian rubbed the bruises on his ankles with the safflower oil in his hand, pinched his bones, and sighed contemplatively: "It's still a little thin." "

Is this still thin?" Wu Ling looked at his feet and couldn't help curling his toes.

"I feel like I've gained a lot of weight.

Hearing this, Wu Xian put his wrist on Wu Ling's foot, and then patted him lightly, signaling him to look down.

Wu Ling looked down and was a little surprised to find that his brother's wrist was a full circle thicker than his ankle.

Not to mention his brother's ankles, which are thicker than him by more than one circle.

He smacked his lips, silently stuffed a caviar lucky bag into his mouth, and stuffed another into Wu Xie's mouth.

Eat more, talk less, and be happy with you, me and him.