Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Really?" Wu Ling raised his eyes when he heard this, and looked at Wu Xian with a pair of big eyes.

Wu Xian nodded, and his left hand tentatively landed on his head and rubbed it gently.

Wu Ling didn't slap his hand down this time, but poked his head to look at him, his big eyes full of surprise.

Seeing that Wu Ling did not refuse, Wu Xian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared in his eyes that were covered by gold wire glasses.

His fingers gently rubbed Wu Ling's little derpy hair, and said softly in his mouth:

"Of course it's true, when did your brother and I lie to you?" "

If you don't like this taste, then I won't smoke, it just so happens that you don't say that smoking too much is not good for your lungs? I should have quit smoking for the sake of good health."

When he said these words, the expression on Wu's face was very serious, as if quitting smoking was just a very trivial matter for him.

Wu Ling blinked a few times when he heard this.

He has always been a person who eats soft rather than hard, if Wu Xian's attitude is very tough, he may still play a dog temper, but at this time, Wu Xian is so gentle, Wu Ling doesn't know what to say.

Although he felt as if he was making a bit of a fuss and being very hypocritical.

But as soon as he thought of Wu Xie's lung disease in the novel, his brain buzzed, and his heart felt as if something was blocked inside, painful and dull.

Wu Ling had read a post made by a lung cancer patient on the Internet before he died, they said that lung cancer can be uncomfortable, but it hurts, not only chest tightness, coughing up blood, but also difficulty breathing, and they will also bear great pressure because of death.

Wu Ling actually doesn't hate the smell of smoke, but he just doesn't want Wu Xian to smoke, maybe he is too forward-looking.

But he didn't want to make his brother uncomfortable, he didn't want him to hurt, and he didn't want him to get sick.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling pursed his lips, he leaned forward with Xi habituality, put his face half on Wu Xie's shoulder, reached out to play with the small silver jewelry on his neck, and asked a little dullly in his mouth:

"Brother, am I a little too troublesome?"

Wu Ling's hair was a little long, and when he put his head on Wu Xie's shoulder, the little blonde hair that often fried hair just popped along his neck and poked Wu Xie's collarbone, bringing a hint of itching.

But I don't know why, the little golden retriever, who is usually prickly, is wilting on Wu Xian's neck socket at this time, and he doesn't look very good.

After Wu Xian heard this, a trace of waves flashed in his eyes.

He gently pinched Wu Ling's earlobe with his hand, wrapped his other hand around his waist, patted him on the back, and asked rhetorically

, "Why do you think so?"

The stuffy little head on his shoulder moved, and the last voice that sounded aggrieved sounded:

"Because I feel like I'm a little hypocritical, and I'm too much in charge."

After the little head said this, his head was immediately covered with a generous and warm hand, and then the tips of his ears were hot, and a dark voice with obvious disapproval sounded in his ears:

"Don't talk nonsense, what kind of nonsense are you thinking about this little head? Brother likes to be controlled by you, the more you control your brother, the happier your brother is."

After saying this, Wu Xian moved a little hard and gently lifted the little head on his shoulder.

He looked at the person in front of him, and said in an extremely serious tone:

"You can give you whatever you want, and I will accompany you whatever you want, because you are not a trouble, you are the most important person for your brother."

Although Wu Ling was a little moved when he heard this, being moved did not mean that he did not dislike it.

He wrinkled his nose, raised his hand and touched his arm, looked at Wu Xian seriously with a small face

, and said in his mouth: "Brother, although I am very moved by what you said, I think this sensational scene is not suitable for the two of us, it is a little embarrassing, and what you said seems to be the kind of boss quotations that Long Aotian said in some kind of boss article, a little greasy, you brother and I can't stand it a little, you look at the goosebumps on my arms." Wu

Xian: "......"

He looked at the goosebumps on his little brother's arm, as well as the bright disgust in his eyes, and was a little speechless for a while, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little.

Who can tell him why his little brother's brain circuit is always so different from ordinary people

? God is proud of the dragon, can't he be inspired by feelings? What a good atmosphere, it was destroyed by his brother's mouth.

Wu Ling said this, and Wu Xian, who was stunned to fool the ghost alive with one mouth, didn't know what to say.

"Gurgling ......"

At this time, a belly scream suddenly sounded.

Wu Ling rubbed his slightly deflated stomach, and then looked at Wu Xian seriously: "Brother, I'm hungry."

Wu Xian: "......"

I don't know why I was a little angry just now, but I suddenly didn't get angry at this time, but I still wanted to laugh a little.

Wu Xian shook his head helplessly, a little funny in his heart, it is not like my style to twist it like this He

squinted, and pointed to the tofu brain, fritters, and fried buns on the small round table next to

him, and his voice was helpless and warm: "I just bought it, it's still hot, go wash it first, and eat it after washing."

"Okay. "

A moment later.

Wu Xian held a cup of soy milk in his hand and looked at the child in front of him who was shaking his head and eating a big oil cake.

I don't know why, when I saw this child happy, no matter how bad the mood was in Wu Xian's heart, it dissipated inexplicably.

After a short period of time.

After the two brothers finished breakfast and cleaned up briefly, they decided to go to the 'smelly' Yuanshan Experimental Middle School.

However, when the two encountered a little difficulty in finding this address.

At this time, at the door of the Regal Riverside Hotel.

Wu Ling sat on the side of the road, holding a roasted sweet potato bigger than his face in his hand and gnawing hard.

But his big eyes did not fall on the sweet potato in his hand, but kept looking at Wu Xian, who was turning left and right in front of him.

At this moment, a soft sigh suddenly sounded.

"Alas.

Wu Xian frowned, he looked at the notification that the time on the mobile phone interface was out of time, and his mouth snorted lightly.

Then skillfully cancel the order that was at the top of the time.

Wu Ling listened to the voice that had sighed for the seventh time in this short hour and a half, and Xi took another bite of the big sweet potato in his hand, and asked with some unclear words

: "Brother, hasn't anyone taken the order yet?"

Wu glanced at him, his originally anxious eyes were slightly warm, nodded lightly, and said in a somewhat strange tone:

" Yes, this is the seventh order that has been cancelled, and the local drivers seem to be a little resistant to going to the vicinity of the school.

"That's normal, too. Wu Ling nodded, puffed out his cheeks

and said, "After all, that school can be said to be a forbidden area in the eyes of these locals, they all think that it is an ominous place, and if they go, they will be contaminated with bad luck, so the locals don't want to go." "