Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Ling followed the voice, and when he looked up, he saw the middle-aged man leaning on the table, with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at him with an awkward face.

The moment the two looked at each other.

Wu Ling's mind suddenly flashed a lot of memory fragments.

A young man who looked to be in his 20s was cautious, stiffly holding a small doll that looked more than a year old.

The little doll hugged his neck, not at all raw, and the smile was particularly attractive.

The young man seemed to like this little doll very much, his hands were almost stiff, the sweat soaked the clothes on his back, and he also hugged the child with a smirk, and he did not let go.

At this time, the screen turned.

A young man full of ruffians holds a red panda doll that does not fit his temperament.

With a happy face, he teased a three-year-old doll who sat on his neck, white and chubby, and smiled extremely cutely.

And next to the young man's calf, there was a handsome young man who looked very similar to the child.

The boy held the limited-edition card in his hand, and his eyes were bent with joy.

He seemed to like the child very much, and he was smiling and playing the game of 'masked and peek-a-boo' with the little doll.

And the young man looked at them and smirked.

The days are long.

Behind the young man's buttocks, he went from being followed by a child to two children, one big and one small, holding hands.

This young man, who was originally eating, drinking, and having fun outside, was unusually reliable when he met these two children.

He would often take the two children up the tree to dig birds' eggs and go down to the river to touch clams.

When I slept at night, I would take them to the roof, lie on the tiles, look at the stars, and tell stories.

When there is danger, I will stand in front of them, and I feel very safe.

However, this young man is sometimes a little unreliable.

For example, ......

At one o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, I took two children to steal a big watermelon from someone's field.

When he was caught, the young man didn't even have a trace of sluggishness, and decisively abandoned the two little cubs and slipped away for respect.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to pick up two big watermelons.

Only the two little cubs who were gnawing on the fruit were left, holding a big watermelon, looking at their second uncle who was angry and bleached and stared at with a bewildered expression.

However, the little brothers were not afraid of the second uncle, but stuck together while eating melons, and watched with a smile as the big dog raised by the second uncle brought the young man back.

Then the second uncle, who was limping and with a white beard, beat and kicked the young man's ass with a cane, scolding and swearing.

And the young man didn't even dare to move, and was beaten with a smile on his face.

For a moment, the cheerful laughter, the barking of dogs, the angry sound of scolding and the howl of laughing and begging for mercy were intertwined, and it lasted for a long time.

Wu Ling blinked his eyes and broke free from the memory of his memory.

He looked at the middle-aged man with a ruffian face in front of him, and matched the young man in his memory who would take them to steal melons in the middle of the night.

Wu Sanxing saw that his little nephew had been looking at him, as if he was stupid.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, snorted lightly, and said

, "Why are you stinky boy, stupid? Don't you know your third uncle?"

Although this sentence doesn't sound good, the cordiality between relatives in the tone can't be concealed.

Wu Ling's bright amber eyes blinked slightly, and then a strong smile bloomed in his eyes, and he shouted crisply:

"Third uncle!"

Wu Sanxing nodded very favorably when he heard this title, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

obviously looked very happy, but the words that came out of his mouth had a kind of stubbornness unknown to the middle-aged man, and he said a little awkwardly:

"Stinky boy, I still know that I am your third uncle, I still think that you have no conscience to forget me, after all, you kid...... Hiss.

Before Wu Sanxing finished speaking, his body felt as if he had been hit by a small cannonball, and then his body was heavy.

His footsteps couldn't help but stumble back a few steps, and his hands subconsciously caught Wu Ling, who jumped on him like a happy second dog.

After Wu Ling finished shouting the third uncle, he hugged his brother hard, and then his body withdrew from his arms like a flexible loach.

Forthwith.

Wu Ling ran a few steps forward, and with a boost, he really jumped on the awkward Wu Sanxing, who was full of awkwardness, gave him a sturdy bear hug, and shouted excitedly:

"Ahhh

Wu Ling shook his legs, he was afraid that his third uncle's body would not be able to bear his weight, so after hugging him hard, he jumped down with a convenient rope.

He looked at Wu Sanxing and replied with a smile:

"Hehe, third uncle, don't I miss you too much, this emotion suddenly came up, I can't control myself."

Wu Sanxing looked at the little nephew standing in front of him, and after hearing this answer, he snorted in his mouth:

"Stinky boy, what you say is better than what you sing, you don't want to call me." "

I fucking thought that the person who opened the international call for me was fooling Lao Tzu, this shitty thing has been open for a few years, and there hasn't been a call from abroad.

Before Wu Ling could speak, Wu Xian next to him walked over and reminded helplessly:

"Third uncle, the private hospital where Xiao Ling recovered in Germany has rules and regulations, and electronic products are not allowed.

"Even the doctors and nurses there will hand in their mobile phones at the specified time, this is to ensure the privacy and safety of patients, and only special cases can be contacted with electronic devices, I have explained to you more than 180 times.

Wu Sanxing glared at him, raised his leg to kick him, and scolded:

"Stinky boy, you will dismantle Lao Tzu's platform, it wasn't that you could receive a call from Xiao Ling when you opened that international call." "

Lao Tzu didn't receive any of his mother's calls, and the harassing phone calls came one after another, and the most damn outrageous thing is that there are still people selling

sex reassignment surgery to Lao Tzu!" "Damn, does Lao Tzu seem to be someone who needs sex reassignment surgery?!" Lao Tzu wants to beat him to a sex reassignment!" Wu

Xian's ass was kicked several times, he grinned and covered his ass, muttering in his mouth:

"Third uncle, if you want to hit him, you can beat him, why are you beating me?

Wu Sanxing said angrily: "Nonsense, if Lao Tzu can hit him, will he still

beat you?" Wu Xian was choked by this, pursed his lips, and muttered in his heart:

"If you can't beat him, you will beat me, is this an inappropriate tyrant behavior? I am still your own nephew, and I don't say to save me some face."

Wu Xian thought indignantly as he raised his head.

As a result, at a glance, he saw Wu Ling, who was shrunk next to him, saw himself beaten, smiled toothless, and held a big chicken leg in his hand to gnaw with relish.

Wu slanted the corners of his mouth.

Seeing my brother being beaten so happily, I am sure that it is my brother.

He stretched out his hand and scratched Wu Ling's nose, pretending to be angry and said

, "Stinky boy, are you so happy to see me beaten?

Wu Ling moved his little nose, raised his head from the big chicken leg, and looked at Wu Xian with a serious face

: "Brother, you don't know, although the third uncle is kicking you, but kicking you, it hurts in my heart!"

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows, and then played, acting:

"Oh, yes? Then how much does your heart hurt so much?"

Wu Ling also played at this time, he exaggeratedly covered his chest with his left hand, took a deep breath, and said with a sad face:

"It hurts, it hurts, it's almost broken into slag, brother, listen."

Wu slanted his eyes with a smile, coughed slightly, suppressed the corners of his lips, and asked, "What are you listening to?"

Wu Ling was still in the play at this time, and said with a sad face: "Listen to my heartbroken voice." "

Poof-"

Wu Xian didn't hold back, and almost burst out laughing, but fortunately a sudden brake stabilized.

He tried his best to hide the smile in his throat, his face was flushed, and he pretended to listen close to Wu Ling's chest

, and then said "ah" in surprise: "Ah, it's true, it's broken, but it's

......" Wu Xian suddenly changed his words, he watched his brother holding the big chicken leg and eating the fragrant action, couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and touched his bulging cheeks:

"But...... This young man, then you are so distressed, how can you still have the kung fu to eat chicken legs? I see that you eat so deliciously, you don't look sad at all.

Wu Ling put down the chicken legs, sighed in his mouth, and looked at Wu Xian with a gaze full of vicissitudes:

"Young man, you don't understand, don't look at me eating so deliciously, but my heart is like a fire."

"Am I eating chicken legs? No, it's not, it's a desire, I'm turning grief and anger into appetite!"

Wu Xian nodded suddenly, he patted his younger brother's slightly bulging little belly with his hand, coughed, and asked with a smile:

"Then dare to ask Shaoxia? Can your grief and anger be alleviated?"

Wu Ling was slapped by him like this, and his stomach couldn't help relaxing, but it turned out that it was originally just a slightly bulging little belly, but it was even more bulging at this time, and even trembled twice when it bulged.

It's like a little leather ball, but it's not fun.

When Wu Xian saw this scene, he almost laughed out loud again.

However, with his strong willpower, he bit his lip desperately to suppress the laughter that was about to erupt from his mouth.

Wu Sanxing, who was next to him, originally wanted to see what tricks these two stinky boys were going to play, but he almost didn't hold back when he saw this scene.

He sat in his chair, his left hand clenched into a fist, against the corner of his lips that kept rising, but his shoulders kept moving.

Wu Ling didn't notice his elder brother and the third uncle next to him, both of whom had trembling shoulders.

He touched his chin by himself, pretended to stroke his weakness, and said with his hands behind his back:

"That is naturally a lot of relief, but at this time, my heart is still a little blocked."

Wu Xian looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Dare to ask Shaoxia, how can you alleviate it?"

"Of course it's ......"

Wu Ling's big eyes rolled, and he took a big chicken leg in his right hand with a fierce bite, and said majestically,

"Of course it is, another bowl!"

However, with his majestic and high-spirited movements.

The big chicken leg in his hand is a little rotten because it is marinated first and then fried.

So at this time, on the big chicken leg with his big face, a large piece of chicken, grunted, and fell directly without mercy.

"Oh, damn it, my big chicken legs!" Wu

Ling's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it like a kitten catching a fish.

As a result, perhaps due to bad luck, when the chicken leg fell, I don't know who spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and it happened to spit on the chicken leg.

When Wu Ling saw this scene, the little paw that was about to grab the meat was instantly retracted as if he had been electrocuted.

And the lump of chicken, which was half the size of a palm, fell to the ground as expected, grunting with dust.

There was even a person next to him, because he was holding a few plates in his hand, and he didn't pay attention to his feet, so he stepped on the chicken directly.

And when he lifted his feet, the meat that was still a little chicken-like turned into roasted sweet potatoes that fell to the ground in an instant.

When Wu Ling saw this scene, his face was originally pretending to be sad, but it turned out to be true in an instant.

His lips twitched, and he watched as his dear little flesh turned into a large mass of unknown objects in three seconds.

Family, who knows? The happiness is gone.

At this time, he really wanted to howl out with a wow, he really couldn't stand this little grievance.

Wu slanted down to look at his aggrieved brother with an incredulous expression, forced back the smile that was about to burst out, stretched out his hand and waved in front of him

: "Xiao Ling, are you okay?"

Wu Ling sniffed, at this time he was like a kitten who had lost his dream, looked at his brother numbly, and said aggrievedly:

" Brother, I feel that my heart hurts even more, not only does it hurt, but it is also cold, wow cool wow cool, just like that song, the broken heart is like a glass shard.

Wu Ling always remembered his identity as a funny man, and he still sang the last sentence.

However, this singing is still a bit out of tune, and the originally sad scene suddenly became a strange sand sculpture.

"Poof-

" Hearing his out-of-tune song and that sad little eyes, Wu Xian really didn't hold back, and a spirit burst out

laughing, "Hahahahaha"

Wu Sanxing next to him saw him playing with treasure, and he really couldn't hold back, and laughed with haha.

Wu Ling glanced at the two of them with resentful eyes:

"Are you two polite? I'm so sad, and you still laugh."

At this time, the expression on Wu Ling's face was really not exaggerated, just like the emoji of that sad frog.

At this time, he was really turning his grief and anger into appetite, and sat in Wu Xian's original position with a butt, viciously biting the only remaining big chicken leg in his hand, his face full of sadness.

"Haha, okay, okay, don't be sad.

Wu Xian wrapped the piece of minced meat in a tissue, threw it into the trash, and reached out to pat Wu Ling's shoulder.

Then he dragged a chair and sat next to him, smiled and pointed to the meat dishes on the table, and comforted him:

"There is so much meat here, enough for you to relieve your emotions." "

Yes, come on, little nephew, eat this.

Wu Sanxing saw the sad expression of his little nephew, and he still felt sorry for the child.

He coughed, the expression on his face returned to a little serious, and he reached out and put a few plates of meat dishes on the table in front of his little nephew, and recommended in his mouth:

"These plates are the signature dishes of this store, and the taste is still good, come, try it, there is your favorite fried shrimp." "