Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"That's right.

Wu Xian sighed lightly, but when he was about to take his mobile phone to order the eighth order.

His gaze suddenly froze, and then he looked at Wu Ling's little flower cat face with a slight smile on his face.

Wu Xian held the mobile phone in his hand, took two steps forward, then bent down slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed to his face, and said with a smile in his tone:

"Xiao Ling has eaten on his face." "

Huh?" Wu Ling raised his head slightly when he heard this, and a little sweet potato on his cheek also raised lightly with his movements.

When Wu Xian saw this scene, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He tapped his finger on his right cheek and reminded softly, "Here."

Wu Ling followed Wu Xian's movements, licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue, and then raised his face to look at Wu Xian, and asked in his mouth: "Brother, is there anything else?"

"No."

Wu Xian smiled and shook his head, he saw that Wu Ling's feet were cocked when he ate sweet potatoes, and he asked softly, "So happy?"

"Uh-huh." Wu Ling nodded when he heard this, his eyebrows were crooked while holding the roasted sweet potato, and his big eyes were as clear and clear as stars.

It looks extremely satisfying, as if a roasted sweet potato can make him happy for a long time.

Perhaps because of the happy eating, the little derpy hair on the top of Wu Ling's head fluttered slightly in the air, looking like he was greeting happily.

Wu Xian looked at the upturned little derpy hair, and hooked his lips slightly: "Eat slowly, don't choke, if it's delicious, my brother will buy you a few more when I go back."

Wu Ling could only puff out his face because his mouth was stuffed with roasted sweet potatoes, and his nose raised a few times: "Mm-hmm."

He rubbed his big sweet potato forward, handed it to Wu Xian's mouth, and said with some slurred words:

"Brother, you can eat it too, it's really delicious, but it's sweet."

Wu obliquely looked down at the roasted sweet potato that was gnawed and covered with small tooth marks, took a bite on the edge of the edge that was not disgusted at all, and tasted it carefully in his mouth.

After Wu Ling saw him eat it, he leaned towards him with the little sweet potato, looked at him expectantly with big eyes, and asked in his mouth,

"How is it?"

Wu Xian's cheeks puffed up slightly, and after hearing Wu Ling's question, he nodded with a smile and said, "It's quite sweet." "

Ang, hehe. Wu Ling's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said with a small mouth:

"The uncle who sells roasted sweet potatoes really didn't bluff the two of us, this sweet potato is really sweet."

Speaking of this, Wu Ling's face suddenly showed a little pride, he patted his little bulging belly, tilted his head and said:

"But ~ It's still your brother I picked well, among the many roasted sweet potatoes, I resolutely chose this largest and sweetest one, I am really amazing, give myself a croak."

Speaking of this, Wu Ling really hugged the little sweet potato and chirped his fingers twice.

Wu Xian looked at the self-selling and boastful little expression on his face, and curled his lips with a smile.

Suddenly, his gaze paused, and then he raised his eyebrows in some surprise, and his eyebrows were full of smiles.

He bent over and gently poked Wu Ling's bulging little belly with his fingertips, and said with a deliberate smile in his mouth:

"Yes, our Xiao Ling is really the best, not only can he pick the sweetest roasted sweet potatoes, but he can also eat all the largest roasted sweet potatoes in his stomach."

Wu Ling's slightly bulging little belly trembled twice with the poking of his fingertips, as if he was seconding his words.

At this time, Wu Ling also lowered his head and looked at his slightly bulging little belly.

When he saw his bulging little belly, the expression on his face was also surprised for a moment, as if he didn't expect his little belly to bulge.

Wu Ling patted his little belly with some surprise, and said "wow" in his mouth, and then said, "Wow, my belly is so soft." "

Poof-" Wu Xian looked at his stupid and funny scene, and couldn't help but chuckle.

His left hand pressed against the corner of his lips that kept rising, and his right hand poked Wu Ling's stomach with an itchy hand, and then nodded thoughtfully, and commented with a smile in his mouth:

"Well, that's right, it's really soft, and the softness of this belly can catch up with the freshly kneaded dough."

Wu Ling heard the ridicule in Wu Xian's mouth, he pursed his lips, hugged the little sweet potato and touched his little belly, thinking of the words to justify his greed in his mind.

After a while, his little head suddenly opened, and then his eyes lit up, and his eyes looked up at Wu Xian with bright eyes, and he said with a loud voice in his mouth:

"Brother, do you know? The reason why my belly is bulging is not because of roasted sweet potatoes, but because it is full of happiness."

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows when he heard this, he forced a smile, lowered his eyes and looked at the look on Wu Ling's face, come and ask me about my serious little appearance.

Wu Xian coughed in his mouth, strained his laughter, and asked cooperatively: "How do you say this?"

Wu Ling shook his head, his little face was extremely serious, and he said nonsense:

"As the saying goes, good-looking skins are the same, and interesting belly bounces around."

"Is there fat in my belly? No, it's full of joy and happiness!"

"Besides, my belly is not very bulging, it is normal to eat and bulge."

After saying this, Wu Ling also deliberately patted his little belly, which was only slightly bulging.

But to show Wu Xian, you see, I obviously just puffed up a little bit.

Wu Xian looked at his stupid little movement, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook.

His fingers also gently rubbed Wu Ling's belly, but he was a little surprised to find that when his entire palm was stretched out, it could completely cover Wu Ling's entire waist.

Wu Xian knew that because of his height and body shape, his palms and fingertips were more slender than ordinary people, but he didn't expect that Wu Ling's waist was so thin.

Just as the two brothers were talking head to head, there was a sudden sound of a motorcycle roaring in the distance.

Wu Ling was attracted by the sound and looked up.

As a result, I saw four or five ghostfire boys with colorful hairs on their heads riding motorcycles, and they were gathering in the milk tea shop in front of them with dirty words.

But looking at their situation, it seems that it was because the brother invited his little girlfriend to drink milk tea, but the money to buy milk tea was not enough, so he shook a few buddies to settle the bill.

But, looking at it like this, these little guys shouldn't have much money.

I saw that in the milk tea shop in front, four or five young men got together, scolding and scolding with their mobile phones to call their friends, and scraping together the money for milk tea.

When Wu Ling saw this scene, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, he took a bite of the big sweet potato in his hand, and then poked Wu Xian next to him with his finger, and asked in his mouth:

"Brother, do you mind if we take a motorcycle up the mountain?"

Wu Xian also heard the sound of a motorcycle at the beginning, but his gaze retracted after falling on the few young men with colorful hair.

At this time, he listened to Wu Ling's question, and tilted his head in confusion:

"Huh?"

Wu Ling raised his eyebrows at him, and then looked at the group of ghostly young men who were blushing because they couldn't get the money with some deep meaning, and a smile of unknown meaning was provoked on his lips.