Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Well...... "Wu

Xian said halfway through, when he suddenly paused, his smiling eyes rolled like a cunning little fox waiting for a greedy cat to take the bait.

Sure enough, Wu Ling, a little gluttonous cat with a rushing temperament, immediately took the bait.

He hugged Wu Xian's arm and rubbed it up again, his slightly wet little head gently hit Wu Xian's shoulder, his mouth was like a repeater, and his small mouth was loud:

"Oh, how is it? How is it? Brother ~ My dearest brother ~ Is it okay?"

The relationship between the two at this time seemed to have suddenly played a reversal.

The cunning little fox, who was originally going to please and coax, suddenly became the object of coaxing.

And the little kitten who originally needed to be coaxed, at this time he was unconsciously holding the culprit who had just made him angry, and laughed silly.

When Wu Ling rubbed over, a hint of calculated smile vaguely flashed in his eyes.

He bent his eyes and lowered his head slightly, stroked the slightly wet little golden retriever with his hand, and groaned in his heart for a moment.

Although Wu Xian still wanted to tease this little gluttonous cat at this time, of course, he also knew that there was a degree of advance and retreat.

He can't mess with the little gluttonous cat in front of him, otherwise, he will probably suffer tonight.

Anyway, the days are still long, so I'm not in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian's eyes flashed with a smile that couldn't even hide the night outside the window.

He tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the little head melon that poked in front of his eyes, and scratched his nose gently, the smile in his voice was lazy and gentle:

"Of course you can, you can eat whatever you want, brother will buy it for you."

Wu Ling's eyes lit up when he heard this, he rubbed Wu Xian's arm forward again, and asked excitedly, "Really?"

Wu Xian saw his little expectant look, and couldn't suppress a low laugh in his mouth.

He gently reached out and took the little yellow duck towel that rubbed against Wu Ling's neck in his hand, and helped him wipe his hair that was still slightly wet.

Then he nodded slightly, looked at Wu Ling seriously, and said with a smile:

"Really, when did your brother and I lie to you? From now on, I will wrap your snacks and desserts, and you can eat whatever you want."

"Of course, you can't dessert more than three times a day, otherwise you'll have a toothache."

"Okay, no problem, promise three times a day, definitely not too much!" After

Wu Ling heard this, he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice, looking very good.

He rubbed his hand with his hand, which was slightly wet and sticking to his forehead, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of big smart and clear eyes.

The eyes are full of dependence and smile on Wu Xian, straightforward and frank.

He obediently sat cross-legged on the bed, tugging at the corner of Wu Xi's clothes, and let him wipe his hair with a towel.

Wu Xian sat up straight at this time, leaned slightly on the head of the bed, moved his fingers lightly, and looked at him with gentle eyes.

The thick emotion in his eyes was no worse than Wu Ling's.

Although today is the first time the two have met, there is no trace of alienation and strangeness in the relationship between the two.

They are like a pair of brothers who have an extremely good relationship, but for some reason, the two have been separated since they were young and cannot grow up together.

But although the two have been separated for a long time, the blood connection in their bones and the tacit understanding between brothers cannot be extinguished.

Wu Xian could see from Wu Ling's eyes and even his actions that he loved and depended on him.

Wu Ling could also see from Wu Xian's expression that he was conniving at himself and couldn't hide his concern and smile.

He grabbed the small pendant around Wu Xian's neck, sat on the bed obediently, and swayed from side to side by Wu Xian's hair and smiled stupidly.

Wu Xian also looked at him with a smile on his eyebrows, and patiently wiped his hair.

The snake monkey pendant around his neck swayed gently with his movements.

Wu Ling seemed to have discovered some new continent, and he was very happy to grab the pendant hanging from Wu Xian's neck.

He looked at the pendant he was holding in his hand for a moment, and then at the pendant on his chest.

He even picked up his clothes to see his little monkey and the big snake hugging together for tattoos, and his eyes showed a novel expression from time to time.

It's the same.

Wu Xian saw that he was having a lot of fun, and also cooperated with him to lean forward slightly, so that he could better play with the pendant.

Time flies in the warm atmosphere of the two.

About three or four minutes later.

Wu Xian touched Wu Ling's little golden retriever, who was almost completely dry, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he put the towel on the bedside table, patted a certain child who was playing with his necklace with his head against his body, leaned on the head of the bed, his eyes were gentle, and he chuckled:

"Okay, my little ancestor, if you like this pendant, I will take it off for you tomorrow to play with, and now go to bed first." "

Aang.

As soon as Wu Ling finished speaking, he yawned at the right time.

He let go of the small pendant on his brother's body that was covered by himself, raised his hand and rubbed his somewhat sour eyes, and a small grunt got into the quilt that was covered by Wu obliquely, and pillowed on the pillow.

After Wu Xian got into the quilt, he leaned on the pillow with his eyes half-closed, and patted the little tuanzi shrunk next to him by the moonlight outside the window: "Sleep." "

Okay, good night, brother!" "

Good night, go to bed quickly, I'll take you out tomorrow." "

Aang. Wu

Ling This is the first time since he can remember sharing a bed with someone else, and it feels very novel.

He was holding the small quilt that Wu Xian had found for him in his arms, and he was still dragging one of the corners of Wu Xian's clothes in his hand, listening to the even breathing and heartbeat in his ears, opening his two big eyes, looking left and right, and he couldn't sleep.

Just as he was looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, silently counting the 342nd sheep in his heart, a light sigh that seemed to be helpless suddenly sounded in his ears, and then his shoulders were hot.

Wu Xian half-closed his eyes, lying on his side facing him, his palm patted on his shoulder as if coaxing a child to sleep, and his voice was very soft:

"Can't sleep?" I don't

know why, hearing this gentle voice, Wu Ling suddenly felt a little hypocritical in his heart.

Maybe it's the emo session in the middle of the night.

Maybe Wu Ling couldn't hold back a little after hearing this gentle voice because he came to this strange environment alone and almost lost his life in the gloomy tomb.

In the end, he is also a young man who has never experienced any strong winds and waves, just 19 years old, and his psychological tolerance is still very naïve.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, if it weren't for the breath of wanting to find his brother, he would have cried a long time ago.

Wu Ling remembered that he had almost been inserted into a hornet's nest by that ugly female ghost before, and sniffed a little aggrieved.

Although he won the battle in the end, but it really hurt for him to be poked into a few big holes, when did he suffer such a grievance!

Wu Ling thought of this, dragged the quilt forward, put his head on Wu Xian's shoulder, and responded with a sullen voice, sounding like a child being coquettish in front of his parents:

"Well, I can't sleep, brother, you can tell me a story."

Although Wu Xian was a little sleepy, he didn't feel impatient when he saw his brother's slimy appearance, but instead pulled him into his arms, patted him on the back, searched the story in his head

, and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Wu Ling thought for a while when he heard this, his big eyes purred, and his eyes fell on the neck that was covered by his own brother.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out and tugged at the strap of his brother's yukata: "Brother, just tell me about these injuries on your body?"