Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Zhang Qiling frowned, and before he had time to think, he subconsciously slashed the ancient knife in his hand at the man.

Moment.

The ancient knife, which weighed hundreds of catties, galloped down like a sharp arrow.

Almost half a second, it pierced through the fistula man standing behind Wu Xian.

Because of the master's excessive strength, the ancient knife continued to gain strength after piercing the man, nailing it to the wall behind it.

Kill with a single sword.

After Zhang Qiling threw out the ancient knife, his gaze moved down and fell on that familiar face.

The owner of that face also seemed to notice him, and asked with a look of surprise:

"Little brother, why are you here?"

Wu Xian protected Wu Ling under him, and looked at Zhang Qiling above with a blank expression.

It's like I don't understand why this person is here.

Zhang Qiling didn't speak, looking at him lightly through the hole under his feet that had been blown open.

Wu Xian looked at Zhang Qiling, and the confusion in his heart intensified.

Didn't this stuffy oil bottle go on a mission with the fat man? Why is it here?

When he was half-propped up and was about to speak, a man with sunglasses on his face and a ruffian smile on the corner of his mouth appeared in his eyes.

The black blind man half-squatted on the ground, looked down at Wu Xian below through the hole in front of him that was blown out by himself, and beckoned and smiled:

"Yo, little third master, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here." "

Blind?" Wu Xian was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted, and he was a little confused: "No, why are you here

?" "Little Third Master look at what you said, if the dumb man can come, I can't come?"

The black blind man put his hand on his knee, looked down at Wu Xian, and said with a smile in his mouth:

" How can we say that we have slept in a tent, we haven't seen each other for a few months, how can you be so cold to the blind man? Sure enough, the blind man and I am a little grass that no one loves.

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth hooked into a playful smile, and his eyes looked Wu up and down.

But I was a little surprised to find that there was still a person in his arms.

The black blind man raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Zhang Qiling next to him with a slightly meaningful gaze.

Then he pushed the sunglasses on his face, put his arm on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, and asked in a low voice:

"Dumb, is your door closed?"

Zhang Qiling turned his head to look at him expressionlessly, his eyes were cold, and his eyes glanced at his arm lightly.

The black blind man touched his nose and withdrew his hand, coughed in his mouth, turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the person behind

him and said, "Eh, Panzi, you see that I will say that this voice was made by your little third master, I have learned this bomb several times on your little third master,

and I can't forget this sound of the blind man." "

Is it really the little third master?" Pan

Zi couldn't see the situation under the cave because he was behind them.

After he heard the words of the black blind man, he hurriedly squeezed over from the side, and sure enough, he saw Wu Xian, with a look of surprise

: "Little Third Master, is it really you? Didn't you accompany the little young master in Hangzhou? Why did you come

here?" Wu Xian heard this familiar words, twitched the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to wipe his face: "I still want to ask you, why are you here?"

He looked up with the light of a flashlight next to him, and found that the ceiling above was full of bricks, which looked like they had been built up later.

And Zhang Qiling and the others were standing there, it looked like a big space, with a lot of white pipes in it, which should be another secret passage.

Wu Xian pinched his brows, feeling that things were a little chaotic.

What kind of song is this? Why are these people here? What the hell is going on?

Just when he was puzzled, Wu Ling, who was pressed under him, suddenly snorted a few times in his nose and twisted his body

: "Brother

," Wu Ling blushed, stretched out his dog paws and pushed the hard chest like a wall in front of him, and his voice was slightly nasal:

" Brother, move quickly and crush me to death.

Wu Xian was stunned when he heard this, and quickly stopped the thoughts in his mind and looked down at his brother.

I saw him wrinkled his face, and his mouth was slightly torn and gasped.

Because of the reason why the gravel had just fallen down, Wu Xian was afraid that the stone would hit Wu Ling, so he hugged him tightly in his arms.

But neither of them thought that because of the angle problem, Wu Ling's little brother would be so unlucky to stumble on a hard object.

This time, it was completely different from the soreness that had just hit my nose.

Wu Ling could still bear that kind of pain, but Wu Ling really couldn't help this kind of pain, and his tears came out of the pain.

Wu Ling stretched out his dog paws and pushed Wu Xian in front of him, wanting to cry without tears in his heart, half happy and half worried.

Rejoice.

For this kind of behavior of sticking to his brother, Wu Ling feels very good.

The pain is.

This kind of suffocating sticker, he really can't stand it.

It's too panicked.

And most importantly.

I don't know if it's the button on my brother's body or something, it hit his body hard, and he was thrilled by the pain.

"I'll go, what is this?

While Wu Ling was talking, he was like a little earthworm, and Gu Qiu's small body board came out from under Wu Xian's body.

He propped himself on the ground with one hand and glanced at his little brother on his half-propped up.

When he saw that his little brother was still alive, Wu Ling breathed a sigh of relief in his mouth, and patted his chest with his little paws: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not bad."

After seeing that his little brother was not broken, Wu Ling sniffed, supported his hand on the ground, and looked up.

Although he was a little painful just now, his ears were very smart to hear the words little brother, Hei Ye, and Pan Zi.

As pure rice, Wu Ling is sensitive to these words.

You must know that in the previous life, Wu Ling was the rarest Wu Ling, in addition to the rarest Wu Xian, followed by the fat man, and then the little brother and the black master.

Of course, there are also Hua Er Ye and Pan Ye!

Thinking about the fact that he can meet a lot of people he likes at this time, Wu Ling was a little excited at this time, and the dull hair on the top of his head was bent up.

While he was looking at the people above with his eyes wide open, the people above were also looking down at him.