Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Ling held the oden cup in both hands, sipping the original soup inside, and at the same time stepped on Wu Xie's palm with his foot and asked him to rub his ankles.

The whole person is quacking, quacking, and refreshing.

Even the little salted fish is not as salted as he is salted.

Wu slanted his eyes and looked at him helplessly, even though he was treated as a pedal, he still tried his best to rub the bruises on his feet.

Two big calloused hands held a foot that was no bigger than his palm, and rubbed it skillfully.

Because the toes are not seen all year round, the instep is white and smooth, and the tips of the toes are red and rounded.

The cyan veins under the flesh are clearly visible, and even the nails are pale pink.

And that big hand because of the perennial holding of guns, knives, often rubbed repeatedly in some harsh places, resulting in a little rough skin in the palm of the hand, the skin is a healthy wheat color.

Because of the color difference, the skin of the two is properly full of picture tension.

Big rough hands, slender ankles.

The strong man with rough skin and thick flesh and the rose with fine skin and tender flesh are obviously not things on the same line, but at this time they seem inexplicably harmonious together.

At this time, Wu Xian felt the bruise outside the ankle on his hand rub open.

He let go of the hot foot, poured some safflower oil into the palm of his hand, and tapped Wu Ling's other foot on the bed with his chin.

"The other one. "

Whew. Wu Ling was drinking the soup, and when he heard this, he obediently stretched out one foot as well, and his two bare legs swayed straight on the edge of the bed.

Wu slanted his eyes and reached out to hold the slender foot.

The toe was still familiar and cold, and Wu Xian covered it with his palm for a while.

It wasn't until the toes slowly warmed up that he rubbed the bruises on his ankles for his little ancestor while chatting with him about Shen Yunxi's gender.

Listening to what his brother said, although Wu Ling did not have the necessary melon seeds to eat melons.

But he drank salty soup for a while, ate some sweet ice cream for a while, and gave his brother a slap for a while, and the little mouth didn't stop for a while.

The two brothers got along with each other until Wu Ling's soles were rubbed again, and he snorted comfortably in his mouth, and said with emotion:

"Brother, I feel that you can open a store with this technique."

Wu Xian looked at him amusedly and pinched his toes:

"Then I may not have much time to pinch your feet."

Hearing this, Wu Ling smacked his lips, and after thinking for a while, he said with a serious face:

"Then let's not open it, you can be my exclusive massage technician, and I will pay you a salary."

Wu slanted his eyes and looked at him with a smile, and said in his mouth: "Then how much are you going to open for me?"

Hearing this question, Wu Ling's eyes rolled slightly, and he waved his big hand on his chest, and said with a small mouth:

"Well, I will give you all the pocket money that my brother gives me every month, three thousand, which is more than the old man's low allowance!

Hearing this, Wu Xian chuckled and looked up at Wu Ling: "Use the pocket money I gave you to support me, you are quite good at using resources."

Wu Ling bent his eyes and smiled, "Hehe~

" He rubbed his little butt and moved forward, looking at his feet moving in his brother's palm, warm, and asked:

"Brother, then according to what you just said, I have a small question, you said that the owner of the small briquette is an Uncle Yun, but I remember that the owner of the small briquette is an aunt"

Speaking of this, the expression on Wu Ling's face was a little confused.

He scooped a spoonful of melted ice cream into his mouth, frowned and asked

, "I think I must have been quite smart when I was a child, so that I couldn't even tell the difference between men and women."

Wu Xian pondered for a while when he heard this, and had an answer in his heart.

He looked up at the confused expression on Wu

Ling's face, and asked softly, "Xiao Ling, do you remember how old you were when you touched someone's snake when you were a child

?" Wu Ling blinked, "Two

or three years old?" Wu Xian: "Then do you know how two or three-year-old children recognize the gender of boys and girls?"

Wu Ling's heart was thrilled when he heard this question.

Yes, two- and three-year-old children can't even recognize their faces, and they can't clearly distinguish the difference between men and women, except for a certain appearance, ...... can be distinguished

Thinking of this, Wu Ling slowly had an answer in his heart, he took a breath, and his expression was a little complicated.

But there doesn't

seem to be any other answer than this one.

Looking at the somewhat complicated expression on his brother's face, Wu Xian looked at him with some amusement, and said:

"All the ladies in our family have long hair, our mother, our grandmother, they always have a faint fragrance on their bodies, and they will wear some jewelry and jewelry.

"And the male dependents of our family are all short-haired, and due to the characteristics of grandpa's old smoking gun, our father, our third uncle will always have some smoke smell on his body, and even the second uncle has a faint smell of smoke. Speaking

of which, in fact, the meaning expressed by Wu Xian is already obvious.

In their old Wu family, it is common for women to have long hair, wear jewelry, and smell fragrant.

The men have short hair, and although they don't smell on their bodies, they have a faint smell of choking smoke.

After saying this, Wu Xian saw that the expression on his brother's face was a little suspicious, cleared his throat again, and continued:

"Xiao Ling, when you were in the car, did you see Uncle Yun's face and the clothes on his body, how do you feel?" Hearing this, Wu Ling subconsciously recalled in his mind that he had seen Uncle Yun's face and the clothes

he was wearing in the car before.

Although Shen Yunxi was wearing a coat that reached the calf level at that time, he wrapped his body tightly, and his face was covered by a scarf.

But Wu Ling still saw from between his eyebrows that he should be very good-looking.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, she is more beautiful than a woman.

Especially the eyes under his eyes, which are amorous and gentle, have an indistinguishable beauty.

And at that time, Uncle Yun was still fragrant, his hair was still waist-length long, and there were one or two small braids on it, and there were many silver bells falling under the braids.

To tell the truth, if it wasn't for Shen Yunxi opening his mouth at that time, Wu Ling would have even regarded him as a tall big sister.

Wu Xian looked at his brother's face, his expression became more and more surprised, and he said, "Uncle

Yun is from the Miao ethnic group, so he often wears some silver jewelry Xi habitually, and because he is a traditional Chinese medicine, there is always a faint fragrance of herbs on his body, and because he has a hobby, he has long hair."

After saying this, Wu Xian looked at Wu Ling a little ridiculously:

"Long hair, fragrance on the body, plus delicate appearance, there are a lot of silver jewelry on the wrists, and even a few small bells are tied to the braids, so many buffs add up." "

Little ancestor, did you say that at that time, you, a two- or three-year-old little bean ding, could mistake a man of more than 1.9 meters for a tall young lady?"

Wu Xian's words are extremely reasonable, because two or three-year-old children really do not distinguish between men and women, and may even not even distinguish between humans and animals.

At their age, not to mention gender, even the species can change for you.