Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

How to make Wu San so angry that he wants to scold people, it's very simple, one Wu Xian, one Wu Ling, and a bunch of bad friends are enough.

"Giggles.

At this time, Wu Ling's laughter like a little rooster crowing continued, and even intensified.

He rested his head on the shoulders of these old men, his smiling little face was red, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

The two little tiger teeth that showed a little ruffian on the side of his mouth, and the somewhat aggressive eyebrows and eyes, lined him wild and obedient.

Coupled with his messy blonde hair, he looks like a cute but truly fierce hunting dog Little Golden Retriever.

However, at this time, this little golden retriever has a little bit of a long memory, and even a little too skinny.

As if he had forgotten that his life was still pinched in his hand by Wu Sanxing just now, he touched his shoes with his feet with a doggy face, grinned with a mouthful of little white teeth

and swished to learn the tone of the woman just now, waved his little hand, and said

sadly: "Third uncle, what's wrong with the old man? What's wrong with the older ones? What's wrong with the 40s? I just love him, I want to give birth to monkeys for him!

After saying this, Wu Ling didn't know which laugh point he was poked again, and he giggled again, laughing even more wildly than just now.

It turns out that not only yawning is contagious, but happy laughter is also contagious.

After Wu Ling's giggling sound sounded, the originally stifled laughter in the car also burst out laughing.

Needless to say, the black blind man and Xiao Shanqing have already laughed and rattled.

Pan Zi and Wu Xian, who had been holding back their laughter next to them, listened to this little laughter and couldn't help laughing.

Even Zhang Qiling and Shen Yunxi, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of their mouths.

It's not that this sentence is funny, but it's really Wu Ling's laughter that is too pleasant and contagious.

Then Wu Sanxing's expression was too distorted, as if he had eaten poop.

Pan Zi has been talking to Wu San Province for more than 20 years.

In the past 20 years, he has never seen such an aggrieved look on his third master's face, which is really unbearable to look at.

If it was in front of outsiders, Panzi would definitely not laugh like this.

But none of the people sitting in the car at this time were outsiders.

In this environment, the atmosphere between them and their respective spirits are very relaxed.

Listening to Wu Ling's innate little funny laughter, even if he was a cold-faced person, he couldn't help laughing.

But these people are happy, but Wu Sanxing is not happy.

He listened to the laughter of these immoral things, and felt that his brain hurt.

At this time, he was like a firecracker about to be ignited, and Wu Ling was the fuse.

His eyes widened, and he looked at his little nephew, who was about to lose his breath, and he didn't say anything.

He saw the smiling Wu Ling in front of him, and suddenly protected the smiling Wu Ling in his arms.

Then he looked directly at himself, and defended Wu Ling in a leisurely tone:

"Third uncle, Xiao Ling is still young, he must be playing with you, don't be angry, Tong Yan is unscrupulous, Tong Yan is unscrupulous." "

Yes, Third Uncle. Wu Ling leaned comfortably in Wu Xian's arms, looking like a leisurely little salted fish.

After he heard his brother's words, his eyes rolled, he grinned with a mouthful of little white teeth, and said with a smile:

"Third uncle, I'm still a little doll who hasn't grown hair, don't be angry with me, be generous." "

Wu Ling doesn't hold grudges, because he usually reports on the spot.

Then he will repay the other in his own way.

Didn't Wu Sanxing just say that he didn't have any hair?

Now he is a little doll with no hair, and he is going back.

Looking at the appearance of the two little brothers singing and harmonizing, Wu Sanxing only felt a stalk in his chest, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"You two bastards, are you going to be

angry with your third uncle and me?" Looking at Wu Sanxing's appearance of a heart attack, Wu Ling sat up with a carp, reached out to support his chest, and said with a loud mouth:

"Third uncle, don't be angry, don't be angry, angry wrinkles, wrinkles, you can't help me find the third aunt, I still want a little sister." The

front is okay, but in the last sentence, the angry Wu Sanxing slapped him directly on the brain, and scolded in his mouth:

"Get out of your egg, let your father give birth to you."

Wu Ling was a little grinning when he was photographed, but he didn't forget to retort:

"That's not okay, third uncle, my mother is old, and she will be an elderly mother again, and it will be dangerous." "

Third uncle, you're different, you haven't married a daughter-in-law here, come on, I'm optimistic about you, try to find a young, drifting, and fancy your family's property, so that I can ......"

When Wu Ling horned, Wu Sanxing stared at him with a dark face.

Wu Ling said a word, and Wu Sanxing's face darkened for a while.

In the end, Wu Ling's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally closed the microphone directly.

It's not that he's afraid of his third uncle's black face, it's mainly that he's afraid that he will talk again, his third uncle's black face can become Bao Qingtian, and the weirdness of this big night looks like an angry black impermanence.

When Wu Ling was secretly forced in his heart, Wu San was angry and glared at him.

He snorted in his mouth, his eyes were looking around, and after looking for no result, he decisively pulled out the cottage cowhide belt on his waist, pointed at Wu Ling and said with a cruel smile:

"Little deflated calf, I see that your brother is about to spoil you in the past few days, Lao Tzu has to let you know today what is the love from the elders!"

At this time, Wu Xian, whose eyes had been falling on his brother, suddenly felt bad when he saw this posture.

He covered Wu Ling's small mouth, which was still beeping, and glanced at the people in front of him.

Wu Ling is not stupid, he looked at his third uncle's angry posture, and his little paws clenched a little nervously.

Wow, it looks like it's off.

Wu Ling has no advantages, the only advantage is that he can bend and stretch.

He dragged his brother's hand down, and quickly showed a silly expression with a smile on Wu Sanxing.

has a well-behaved face, and I can't see the appearance of the angry person just now.

"Third uncle, I was wrong, don't be angry, calm down, let's ban flammable and explosive products in the city now, you calm down! It's not good to be angry, it's not good to be angry."

"You little bastard, shut up Lao Tzu, if Lao Tzu is flammable and explosive, then you little deflated calf, you are the fucking one who fuels combustion!"

Wu San was angry enough, and he stretched out his hand to catch Wu Ling.

However, Wu Ling had a ghost in his head, and it was impossible for him to be beaten by Wu Sanxing just sitting like this.

When he saw this scene, he slipped directly from his brother's arms like a little loach.

Then one of them slipped and ran forward.

He was emaciated, and the car was already spacious.

So it was easy to step over his own row at once, and went directly to the front row.

After running to the front row, Wu Ling casually pulled a person, hid directly beside his legs, squatted like a little ostrich, and said cowardly:

"Third uncle, it is illegal to beat a child, and you are domestic violence." "