Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Ling blinked, he looked at the hair around him that was about to crawl on his body, there was no impatience, no doubt, no doubt.

raised his hand and made an OK gesture, and said obediently: "Okay." "

Good boy, go out and buy you a cake to eat."

Wu Xian touched Wu Ling's head, he looked at the hair that kept churning in front of him, and knew that these things were afraid of fire.

But he wasn't sure if the lighter would hold up with so much hair.

Besides, the other forbidden women in that hole are about to come out.

Wu Xian looked at the faces in the hole that were struggling out close together, and puffed out his cheeks with his tongue.

He wiped the blood oozing from his wrist on Wu Ling's body without a trace, and counted in his mouth:

"Three." Wu Xian escorted Wu Ling to turn around, facing the iron door that entered the laboratory, and used the lighter in his hand to ignite the hair in front of him.

"II. "The hair in front of it, which was surging like a swarm of snakes, was instantly ignited into a ball under the ravages of the fire.

"One.

As these words fell, the hair in front of him was burned out of a loophole.

And the two brothers who were ready to go, also pulled their legs and quickly ran

towards the front of the burning together, like fireworks, Wu Ling was dragged forward by Wu obliquely, and there was a terrible scream of the forbidden woman in his ears, surrounded by the scorching fire temperature, but in front of him was bright like fireworks.

The strands looked slippery and wet, but they burned so fast that they almost burned a handful of them as soon as they burned.

The crackling sound was endless, and it sounded like the sound of a cannon being smashed.

At this time, a strand of hair fell from the ceiling due to the firelight, and smashed straight towards Wu Ling's shoulder.

However, just as the hair was about to touch Wu Ling's shoulder, a big hand blocked the burning hair in time and decisively, and threw the hair out with calloused fingers.

The forbidden women who were sealed in the room, as if sensing that the breath of the living were about to escape, desperately drilled out of the cracks of the hole, and kept making piercing screams from their mouths.

At this time, the two of them were only about five or six meters away from the iron gate in front of them.

Wu obliquely glanced at the distance in front of him, and then at the few forbidden women behind him who had come out of the gap.

His heart moved, and he directly stopped his waist and hugged Wu Ling in his arms and protected him.

Then he threw back the gunpowder powder hidden by Xi habitually in his sleeve and the lighter that burned some temperature in his hand.

Roughly three seconds later.

When Wu Xian escorted Wu Ling and ran out of the iron gate quickly, he ran to the previous laboratory.

The fire on him suddenly lit up, and then a loud roar rang out.

"Bang!"

With this huge explosion, the forbidden women who were about to run out were instantly swallowed up by the flames.

The impact of the explosion was so strong that the walls were splashed with debris in all directions.

When Wu Xian felt the huge impact behind him, his palm quickly protected Wu Ling's head and hid him under him.

Then he hurriedly rolled to the side, barely avoiding the residual heat of the explosion.

There was a puff of black smoke and debris splattering.

Wu Xian, who blocked the explosion, had nothing to do, but Wu Ling, who was protected, slammed his head on the edge of the iron cabinet next to him because of his brother's heavy love, making a crisp sound of "bell".

With this sound like a watermelon ripe, Wu Ling instantly felt that he had arrived at the beautiful kingdom of heaven and saw his grandmother, who had passed away for a long time.

This time, it hurt him with gold stars in his eyes, and the nosebleed rushed out in an instant, and he almost fainted.

Even the small soft hairs on the top of the head are ridged, and it looks like a small lightning rod.

When Wu Xian heard this crisp voice, his body stiffened.

He braced his arms on the ground and looked at the painful child crawling on the ground beneath him.

His expression was calm when facing several forbidden women, and at this time he moved a little stiffly, and swallowed his saliva weakly.

"Little... Xiao

Ling, are you okay?" Wu Ling covered his sore neck with his hands, turned over on the ground like a little jelly, and lay on the ground, looking at Wu Xian who was pressing on him, and said with a small face:

"What do you say?"

He stretched out his hand and raised his bloodstained fingers, and moved his little nose, which was still bleeding, and then said with a grunched mouth

: "Stinky brother, am I a blessing or a curse?"

Wu Xian frowned, self-blame flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and raised his chin: "Don't move, I'll look at my nose."

"Okay. Wu Ling obediently responded.

However, when Wu slanted at his nose, Wu Ling's gaze also fell on his brother's face.

He looked at Wu Xian's frowning brows because of worry and anxiety, as well as his cheeks that were scratched by gravel and kept dripping blood, and unconsciously stretched out his little paws to wipe the somewhat eye-catching bloodstains.

"Huh?" Wu slanted his hand and felt the touch on his face, and looked at him with some puzzlement.

Wu Ling blinked, and his little paws curled up: "There is ash, wipe it for you."

Wu slanted his gaze on his fingertips for two seconds, then nodded, and gently touched the tip of his reddened nose with his fingertips, moving extremely carefully.

Wu Ling's nose actually didn't hurt so much, he only had a moment of pain when he was hit, and now it doesn't hurt anymore.

Seeing his brother's self-reproachful expression, he was just about to stretch out his little paw to comfort him, when his eyes suddenly trembled.

"Brother, be careful!"

I saw that behind Wu Xian, a man suddenly came out of the darkness.

Unlike the previous one, this one is extremely petite, but extremely fast.

It seemed to have been hidden here for a long time, and it attacked Wu Xian's back with its teeth and claws.

When the fistula man pounced, Wu Ling's pupils shrank, and he instinctively grabbed Wu Xian's shoulder, reversing the positions of the two.

All this happened too suddenly, and the claws of the man were glowing with cold silver light, and they rushed towards Wu Ling fiercely.

If he is caught this time, Wu Ling will not say that he will be seriously injured, but he will also have to be caught.

Seeing that Wu Ling was about to be caught by that fistula.

Suddenly.

There was a loud explosion, and suddenly the silence of the basement exploded.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Wu Ling only felt the rubble above his head splash down, as if someone had blown a hole in the ceiling.

Before he could react, the overwhelming amount of rubble and dust flew up and down, smashing to the ground.

With the fall of the gravel, Wu Ling only felt that his body was light, and he was held in his arms by Wu Xian and pressed to the ground.

Wu Ling subconsciously struggled for a while, and said anxiously: "Brother, you ......

" Wu obliquely protected his head, and whispered: "Don't move." "

Huh-"

As Wu's voice fell, the sound of a heavy object cutting through the space suddenly sounded.

The fangs and claws behind the two of them were instantly nailed to the wall behind them by a long black knife.

Wu Xian heard the voice and looked back, but his eyes were attracted by the quaint long knife.

He looked at the extremely familiar long knife, stretched out his head and moved, his heart moved, and he quickly looked up and met a pair of familiar flat eyes.

The moment he recognized these eyes, Wu Xian's pupils dilated for a moment, and he asked in a surprised tone

, "Little brother,

why are you here?"