Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

After a brief friendly exchange between the three uncles and nephews.

Several soldiers moved in two directions.

The one who should go to the hotel to book the hotel, the one who should go to change the clothes, everyone was busy wandering around for a while.

Wu Ling was sandwiched under his shoulders by his brother, and walked upstairs tremblingly, and his little hair swept away, looking frozen enough.

Although the exterior of this hotel is very beautiful, the interior decoration is still the kind of old-fashioned building from the past few years, there is no elevator inside, and the height of the fourth floor is all on two legs to walk up.

Wu Ling and Wu Xieding's double deluxe suite is on the 4th floor, 410.

At this time, the two of them climbed up for a while, and they had just climbed to the third floor.

It stands to reason that at this height, the two of them should be able to run up in one go.

But at this time, Wu Ling's frozen legs and feet were a little trembling, and when he ran out of the basement before, his legs were running around.

It was not obvious when I was sitting in the car, but now I walked up and down, and my calves were upside down.

The soreness of stretching the muscles too hard gradually came from the muscles of the legs.

Wu Ling felt that as soon as he lifted his leg, it was as if there were hundreds of ants biting on his leg, numb, sore and painful.

He gasped for breath in his mouth, turned his head and glanced at his own brother next to him, who still had no change in face, and was in a somewhat complicated mood for a while.

Wu Ling knew that his physical strength was not as good as that of his brother, but he didn't expect the gap between the two to be so big.

He was tired enough here, and his brother was as steady as Mount Tai, walking vigorously, as if he was not tired at all.

"Brother, aren't you tired and panicking?" Wu Ling was curious, and asked out of his mouth.

When Wu Xian heard this, he glanced at him, and asked softly, "What's wrong, tired?"

Wu Ling nodded depressedly.

He glanced at the platform in front of him, which seemed to be a little far away, although there were only a few steps, and pouted

, "My feet are so sore, I feel like I don't need to eat pepper in the future."

Listening to these words that did not match the preamble, Wu Xian's expression was not unusual, and he asked in a low voice: "Why?"

Wu Ling pursed his lips and said faintly: "Because my feet are so numb, numb to the heart."

Wu Xian was amused by him knowing this statement, and chuckled.

He shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand to support Wu Ling's waist, led him forward, and said in his mouth:

"Okay, when you go to bed, I'll make you a basin of hot water to soak your feet, relax and relax, and then pinch it for you, and you won't be numb early tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Wu Ling instantly felt that his feet were no longer numb, his waist was not sore, and his whole body was refreshed.

He sniffed and looked at Wu Xian with some emotion.

"Brother loves you, Bixin.

Wu glanced at him with a smile, as if he felt a little amused by his childish behavior.

Although it was a little naïve, Wu Xian's movements were extremely cooperative, and he took the little heart and stuffed it into his left breast pocket.

Then he reached out and patted his waist, and said softly: "After taking a bath in a while, I'll give you a medicine, and then we'll go down to eat again."

"Okay. Hearing

the meal, Wu Ling's originally wilted little hair instantly stood up.

He nodded, and said seriously: "I'm going to eat two big pig's trotters later, I'll definitely lose weight at the end of the day, I have to make up for it."

Hearing this, Wu Xian was slightly stunned, but only for a moment, and then began to chuckle again, and said in agreement:

"Okay, eat two, and my brother will help you remove the bones when the time comes." "

The pork knuckle and pig's trotters here taste very good, the pork knuckle is soft and rotten, but the pig's trotters are a little elastic, and there are a lot of small bones in it.

Wu Ling likes the feeling of being full of meat when you take a bite.

But he was too lazy to remove the bones, so this kind of trivial matter like peeling shrimp was basically handled by Wu Xian for him first, and then Wu Ling rattled again.

Wu Xian's behavior of spoiling his younger brother has not changed.

It's no wonder that in a short period of time, he spoiled Wu Ling's flattering personality from the beginning into a pampered character.

Originally, he liked to fight against everything, but he was spoiled by him, and he loved to be petty.

also loves to jump crazy on people's bottom line, and has developed a cute and cute drama spirit and a little temper.

After Wu Ling's voice fell, Wu Ling's mouth was like a puppy.

He turned around directly and gave Wu Xian a big hug without hesitation, and happily flicked his tail and said:

"Hehe, brother, I really love you to death, I must have saved Mars in my last life, and I just met you in this life, I will always call you, you will always be my god."

Wu Xian looked at the little golden retriever who was arching on his body with some tears and laughter, and reached out to pat his back.

The two of them were talking as they climbed up.

Wu Ling has a little habit, that is, when talking to someone, he likes to stick to that person.

He turned his head to talk to his brother, and his body unconsciously moved to Wu Xian's side.

The aisle of the staircase is a bit narrow, so the two of them are almost next to each other as they walk up.

Wu Xian was afraid that Wu Ling would be distracted by talking when he was walking, so he accidentally fell down the stairs, so he grabbed his wrist with his hand and led him up.

Wu is tall and has long legs, and his palms are also slender than those of ordinary men.

Wu Ling's skeleton is thin, his body is well-proportioned, and his hand joints are even more delicate.

His thin wrist was directly wrapped in Wu Xi's warm and dry palm, which was extremely secure.

Wu Ling remembered that when his brother rubbed himself with medicine before, not only did he have thin calluses on his fingertips.

Even the palms of the palms have a slight callus, which looks like the marks of often holding a knife or a gun.

When he thought of this, he muttered in a low voice: "Brother, your hands are so rough."

Hearing this, Wu Xian looked down at the place where the two were holding hands.

But he was a little surprised to find that where Wu Ling was held by him, there was actually a faint red mark.

He was slightly stunned, glanced at his fingertips, and then looked at Wu Ling's red-stained skin.

"So tender?" Wu

Ling also glanced at his skin, and when it was a little red, he tilted his head a little disappreciatively.

Although he was strengthened by Brother Barrel, the original unique Xi on his body is still left.

Because in his previous life, he was the kind of character who usually didn't go out of the door except for work.

Therefore, the skin on his body is not damaged by much ultraviolet rays, which makes the skin on his body very tender.

Almost a gentle pinch leaves a red mark, but it doesn't hurt much.

At the beginning, Wu Ling was still a little novel, and often used his fingernails to draw the 'Qingming Riverside Picture' on his arm.

However, over time, over time, he was also a little Xi to the physique that could leave a red mark on his body with a casual press.

Anyway, the red mark will disappear after a while, and it won't affect his life.

So this caused Wu Ling to be a little unimpressed by his own physique.

He glanced at the red mark on his wrist as he was about to withdraw his gaze.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, he let out a "ho" in his mouth, and said with great interest: "

Brother, look at the clothes on my body, and the color of my wrists, does it look like shallots mixed with preserved egg tofu?"

Wu Xian looked down and saw the blue and green jacket on Wu Ling's body, which fell on his white wrist.

The three colors are matched together, and it really looks like an abstract version of preserved egg tofu with shallots.

He couldn't help but laugh for a while: "It's quite an image."

"yes, yes. Looking at his wrist, Wu Ling originally wanted to use Wangmei's method to quench his thirst to suppress his stomach, which kept singing against him.

But at this time, the more he looked at it, the more hungry he became, not only did it not play the role of Wangmei quenching his thirst, but his stomach was rumbling.

Wu Ling touched his deflated little belly, raised his hand and grabbed Wu Xian's hand, and pulled him up:

"Brother, let's go up, let's go up quickly, and after taking a bath, we will go down to cook, otherwise if I continue to be so hungry, I will have low blood sugar." Saying

that, Wu Ling took a step with long legs, directly walked up two or three steps, and dragged Wu Xian to run up,

completely missing the little appearance of Bala just now because of excessive physical exertion.

His appearance is an extremely perfect interpretation of a sentence: live for dry rice, die for dry rice, fight for dry rice for a lifetime, dry rice people, dry rice souls, dry rice are all human beings, let us rush!

Both of them have long legs, three steps and two steps, and they almost reached the fourth floor in less than ten seconds.

After running to the fourth floor, Wu Ling opened the zipper in his bag, flipped his fingers in it, and muttered in a low voice:

"Room card, room card."

When Wu Ling was looking for the room card with his backpack in his arms, Wu next to him noticed that there was a small card in the crack of their door.

He frowned, a little puzzled, but he also had a faint conjecture.

He took two steps forward, blocked the crack in the door with his body, and pulled the card out of the door without a trace.

In some remote hotels or guesthouses, there are some unclear services.

This service may be foreign, or it may be brought by the hotel or guesthouse.

Anyway, as long as Lang is rich, the concubine is interested, and he sees the right eye, so they will be together.

Wu Xian has followed his third uncle out to run the rivers and lakes over the years, and he has encountered a lot of bad things, like this situation, he has seen it no less than ten times.

He casually glanced at the information on the card, his fingertips curling slightly.

Just as he was about to crumple the card into a ball, Wu Ling's somewhat curious voice suddenly came from the side:

"Brother, what are you holding in

your hand?" Wu Xieyun's expression was light, and he turned his head to see his brother looking at the things in his hand curiously.

"......" by the way.

He looked down at his brother's big clear eyes, and a little embarrassment rose inexplicably in his heart for a while, and the card in his hand suddenly became extremely hot.

Ask: I was about to destroy the small yellow card in my hand, but I was suddenly discovered by my brother, and I was also asked what was the thing in my hand, and how to solve this situation?

In just a few seconds, Wu Xian's brain spun rapidly, and he found a statement that was both reasonable and not outrageous:

"The takeaway advertisement for sending flowers may have been sent by the flower shop next door to the hotel."

Hearing this, Wu Ling recalled in his mind that there was indeed a flower shop next door to the hotel.

He sighed with some embarrassment: "Good guy, is the business so rolled up now?"

As he spoke, Wu Ling took the dark purple room card in his hand and opened the door.

Wu Xian saw that he seemed to have passed these words first, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fingertips quickly turned the card in his hand into a ball, and then quickly threw it into the trash can in the hallway.

After Wu Ling opened the door, Xi looked up into the room.

Looking up, the double suite that catches your eye is still that peaceful and familiar scene.

Some messy quilts were spread out on the bed, and two pillows were stacked on top of each other in the center of the bed.

The pillow is still a little sunken, and it looks like someone once lazily lying on it and playing with their mobile phone.

On the coffee table next to it, there was also an opened bag of half-eaten French fries.