Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Ling felt the creepy touch behind him, subconsciously clenched the iron rod in his hand, and immediately turned his head.

The result is the next second.

Before he could see what was going on.

He was grabbed by the collar and carried to the side, and at the same time, an extremely familiar brain melon was placed on top of the brain.

The beating man showed no mercy, and a crisp sound immediately came from the little golden head.

"Duang!"

"Wow, it hurts. This

extremely crisp sound like a watermelon is ripe, and a short cry of pain sounded.

Wu Ling's little face also turned painful, and his expression was wrinkled like a big bitter melon.

He covered his head and looked at the very familiar face in front of him, and asked with some confusion: "Hiss...... Brother, why are you beating me?"

After asking this, Wu Ling rubbed his somewhat reddened forehead and looked at his brother with a puzzled face.

Suddenly, the dull hair on the top of his head shook, as if he thought of some possibility, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

Wu Ling looked at his elder brother with a suspicious expression, and couldn't help asking, "I'll go, brother, you won't be evil, right?"

At this time, Wu Xian's face completely devoid of the usual gentle and elegant, and it can even be said that it is light and breezy.

The expression on his face now seems to be a little angry, the corners of his mouth are smiling, but his eyes are dim, and his expression is very ugly, even a little scary.

And Wu Xian, who usually doesn't talk about beating Wu Ling, doesn't even want to say anything heavy to Wu Ling, and he spoils Wu Ling almost without edge.

Even if he was annoyed by Wu Ling, he never moved a finger against Wu Ling.

He would only pinch Wu Ling's face helplessly, or gently tapped Wu Ling's forehead with his fingertips, as if he was angry.

And after he was angry, he didn't forget to cook for Wu Ling.

He even brought him snacks and desserts after meals very intimately.

and turn on the TV at the same time and find the channel of cross talk.

Even the sound of the TV, Wu Xian did not forget to adjust the appropriate volume to Wu Ling.

In addition to going to the toilet, Wu Xian couldn't wait to do everything for Wu Ling himself.

The salted fish that served him like a garment to stretch out his hand, and the food to open his mouth was crippled.

Just such a twenty-four filial brother.

He couldn't imagine that his brother would be domestic violence when he killed Wu Ling.

And once there was a famous detective Sherlock Holmes who once said.

When you rule out all the impossible, what remains, no matter how bizarre it is, must be the truth.

Therefore, Wu Ling was very suspicious that his brother was taken by the demons and monsters from somewhere.

He looked at Wu Xian with an extremely suspicious expression, and smacked his tongue

in his heart: "I'll go, my brother won't really be tricked, right?"

After thinking of this, he felt more and more likely in his heart.

After all, with the evil physique of his own brother, any unknown things that happened to him can be explained.

Wu Ling figured this out, and the expression on his face became a little complicated.

As if he hadn't noticed the ugly expression on Wu Xian's face at all, he complained with a small mouth:

"Tsk, brother, are you still yang? This has been slapped in the face, right? Let's drink a bowl of deer whip wine to make up for it after we go out."

"It's really not good, let's also learn from a medicine blogger on a video website, and it's okay to have some epimedium or lock yang."

"Look at your big physique is almost above me, why are you so empty?

"Come on, come on, don't move, my brother will give you a mouthful of milk." As he

spoke, Wu Ling's tiger teeth pressed against the tip of his tongue.

However, just when he was about to bite the tip of his tongue and take a bite of the young man's tongue essence and blood, to save his innocent brother who was bewitched by the female ghost sister.

As soon as he entered this room, Wu Xian, whose face was very ugly, moved.

He immediately reached out and pinched Wu Ling's face, stopping him from biting his tongue.

The expression on Wu Xie's face was very strange, as if he was laughing back at him angrily.

For the first time, he felt that his brother's naughtiness was a little unclean.

Deer whip wine, goat weed, lock yang,

and this stinky boy thought of it.

Did he look very weak?

Wu tilted his head, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and his expression carried a slight sense of danger.

The index finger with a little callouse in his hand pointed at Wu Ling's head one by one:

"Stinky boy, what do you still ask me? It's light to beat you, didn't I tell you to hide behind me?"

"Why did you promise so well with this hand, but you ended up hiding like this? Directly skip the defense line and hide in the enemy camp?"

Do you think that you can carry the wound in a tank, or can you teleport directly to your teammates like Liu Bang

?" "And asked me why I hit you, I see that your skin is really a little itchy, do you need my brother to relieve you of the itch?"

Wu Ling was still a little aggrieved and dazed after being knocked on the skull.

As a result, after he heard his brother's words, he blinked his eyes a little confusedly, and said "Ah?" in his mouth.

Wu Xian's words made Wu Ling doubt his thinking and a little confused.

Hiss...... Doesn't that gesture mean to make him rush forward?

Seeing Wu Ling's stupid appearance, Wu Ling's mind suddenly flashed.

He narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath in his mouth, and asked, "Xiao Ling, didn't you understand the gesture of the brother just now?"

Wu Ling blinked: "Didn't I rush forward? Take the lead in the jungle

?" Wu slanted the corners of his mouth, held his forehead and sighed: "I told you to retreat and hide behind me." The

two looked at each other, silent and silent.

Wu Xian stretched out his hand and wiped his face: "Blame me, I forgot that you don't know this kind of gesture."

"Stinky brother, do you think your apology is over?"

Wu Ling pouted, covered his stabbed forehead, sniffed aggrievedly, and said with a look of resentment:

"You not only hurt your brother's weak little body, but also hurt my fragile and immature little heart, let me tell you, you have a big problem, you have a big problem." "

Man, you have attracted my attention, I don't think there are two Haidilao in this matter, plus a careful wish, can't you get down?"

Wu Xian was stared at by his brother's little eyes that seemed to accuse a man of domestic violence, and he was a little uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat and said with a little weakness: "You can't blame me for

this, right?" "Huh?" Wu Ling's eyes widened when he heard this, and he pointed to the small handprint on his forehead that was only a little reddish.

Although he didn't speak, his movements fully expressed what he imagined to say.

Look at the red marks on my brother's

forehead that are almost completely invisible.

Although he knew that his brother was pretending, he knew that he was at a loss, so he had to rely on his little ancestor.

Wu Xian smiled helplessly, reached out and pinched his face, nodded and asked, "It's easy to say anything else, but what do you want?"

Wu Ling's eyes rolled and said seriously: "I don't know yet, let's talk about it later, this careful wish is owed first, and I will complete it when I think of it later."

Wu Xian naturally relied on him in everything: "Okay." The

conversation between the two seemed long, but it didn't last more than three minutes.

After they finished speaking, they took their flashlights and carefully observed what clues were around them.