Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Ling sucked the corner of his clothes in, and the action of spitting it out was extremely small.

Coupled with the fact that there was clothing to cover it, almost no one could see it, but one person took advantage of the gap next to him to catch this move.

When the man saw this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a silent ruffian.

He felt the slight coldness of his palm, so he looked down at his palm, and found that there were some water droplets on it, and he knew a little in his heart.

I guess I just rubbed it when I reached out against a small head.

The corners of his eyes drooped, and he casually shook the water stain on his hand just now.

However, as soon as he shook it, he was somewhat surprised to find that in his calloused palm, there was a golden hair wrapped around his ring finger.

The blond hair was softly wrapped around the man's ring finger, which was extremely conspicuous.

The other side.

Wu Ling was rubbed crookedly by Wu Xian in a way comparable to wiping the hair of a puppy.

However, it cannot be denied that this kind of rubbing method Wu Ling is quite comfortable.

He was like a little salted fish who turned over and needed help, squinting comfortably, being served by his own brother.

That's called a leisurely, that's called a comfortable, just carry two melon seeds in your hand, and then cross your legs.

Wu Xian was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he wiped it for a while before withdrawing his hand.

However, just when he stopped, perhaps because of his strength, or because the child in front of him who was brushed by him looked like he was "drunk".

When he withdrew his hand, the child in front of him suddenly fell into his arms.

Wu Ling was originally enjoying a scalp massage comfortably, but his brain suddenly crooked, and his nose slammed on Wu Xian's chest muscles in a daze, making a "bang" sound.

"Hmm.

Wu Ling blinked in confusion, feeling a little sour feeling coming from his nose, and an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Fortunately, my nose is tough, or I would have to go back to the furnace and rebuild it.

Wu Sanxing, who was next to him, saw his little nephew's posture and hurriedly stretched out his hand.

As a result, before his hand touched Wu Ling, he saw Wu Ling stunned and climbed up from Wu Xian's body with a small head held high.

Then he put on a little messy little golden retriever, as if in an aftertaste, reached out and touched Wu Xian's pectoral muscles, and sighed with emotion:

"Emma, I finally know why some people like to bury their chests, it's really comfortable." Wu

Xian

: "......" Wu Sanxing: "

......" The rest of the people

in the car: "......" "Puff-"

I don't know who laughed in the car, and suddenly, the laughter around me lingered.

Wu slanted the corners of his mouth, listening to the laughter in the car, the tips of his ears were a little red.

At this time, Wu Ling smacked his lips in a similar way, reached out and grabbed a few handfuls of Wu Xian's chest, felt the feel, and sighed faintly:

"The chest is a good chest, but it is a little hard." Just

when he stretched out his little paws and poked Wu Xian's chest without holding back any good fart.

Above his head, a voice sounded like he was suppressing some emotion.

"Nonsense, if your brother and my chest are soft, then something will happen.

Wu Ling smacked his lips, patted his head at Wu Xian's gaze, and nodded casually:

"That's the same."

He patted Wu Xian's chest with a serious face, and said with a small mouth:

"Don't worry, brother, although you are hard, I don't dislike you." Wu

Xian: "......

" "Phahahaha." The black blind man's laughter, which had just stopped, suddenly giggled again.

Zhang Qiling, who was next to him, glanced at him with a little disgust, but when his gaze fell on Wu Xian's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, his expression twitched a little.

Wu Xian took a deep breath, feeling that his chest was constantly being 'harassed' by something soft, and he twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

He looked down at his brother's big eyes, which seemed to be a little unburied and looked ready to be buried for a while, reached out and wiped his face, and ducked back.

He really couldn't stand his brother's frank and rogue little eyes, as if he had been molested.

The most important thing is that he is still teasing a little doll with no hair.

And he's really a little shy.

Wu Xian didn't know why, why his brother always had a soft spot for his chest.

It was before and it is now.

It's like a child starving milk.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian stretched out his hand against Wu Ling's forehead, pinched his face, and looked directly at him:

"Then do I have to thank you?

Then he blinked, and his little expression became a little twisted.

Wu Ling glanced at Wu Xian's abdominal muscles, said with a shy face:

"This is not good, but if you insist, brother, I don't have any opinion."

After speaking, he also glanced at Wu Xian a few times with that eager little eye.

Completely staged what is called: Come on baby, I'm ready.

Wu Xian: "......

" The other people in the car: "......

" and "Puff-"

A laugh sounded one after another after Wu Ling's words fell.

Wu Xian didn't need to look up to know that this laughing quack was like a big goose, and it must be a black blind man.

is also able to laugh when he is embarrassed or molested, and he is happier than when the enemy is dead.

Wu Xian heard the increasingly fierce laughter in his ears

, and he was speechless for a while, and said angrily: "Dead blind, you are laughing at a fart, you should raise a goose? Be careful if your jaw is dislocated for a while." The

black blind man met his gaze, grinned, stopped a little smile, his expression was a little cheap, and he smiled playfully:

"Thank you Little Third Master for your concern~ But the blind man, my joints and ligaments are very good, and they will not dislocate easily, but looking at this situation, your chest muscles seem to be trained well." The

first few sentences are fine, but in this last sentence, the ridicule in the black blind man's words is about to overflow the sky.

Wu slanted the corners of his mouth, glanced at him angrily, and scolded: "Get out." The

black blind man hooked his lips, laughed a few times, shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair.

His gaze shifted to Wu Ling's expression comparable to that of a little rascal, and he raised his eyebrows.

Wu Ling looked at his brother's red ears and darkening face, his expression was not obvious, but he had little feet in his heart, and he smiled.

He didn't mean to tease Wu Xian, he really couldn't help it.

Who can refuse the little third master who will blush.

Besides, Wu Ling is not funny, at most he is saying what is in his heart.

After all, who can refuse the temptation of a male mother?

Wu Ling can't do it anyway.