Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Hearing this, Wu Ling reacted for a while before he reacted.

He lifted his clothes, looked down at his abdominal muscles, and after being silent for a while, Haitao said with a serious face to Wu Xian:

"Brother, I don't allow you to say this about your abdominal muscles, although your abdominal muscles are not as good-looking as mine, but they are also quite good, saying that it is a buyer's show, it is too wronged.

Wu Xian: "......"

He looked at the person in his arms with some tears and laughter.

Is that what he meant?

The stinky boy was vague and reversed black and white.

The expression on Wu Ling's face was too serious, causing Wu Xian to pinch his face and ask funny,

"Really, you stinky boy is so confident in your figure." "

Uh-huh, that's not good. Hearing this, Wu Ling didn't even hesitate at all, and nodded proudly.

He patted his belly and said, "Brother, you can doubt my personality, but you can't doubt my muscles, these are all real, six pieces."

The white muscle lines in Wu Ling's abdomen trembled lightly in his fingertips, as if echoing what he said.

Wu Xian's eyes were slightly attracted by the muscles in his abdomen, and after a while, he reached out and touched the soft muscle, and his voice seemed to be laughing:

"It's really real, if you stinky boy don't say it, I thought that the little broiler chicken that was raised in captivity ran out of the chicken pen, the muscles (chicken) are so soft." Wu

Ling

: "......" He heard the meaning of his brother's words, and patted him angrily: "You are the little broiler, I have real abdominal muscles!"

Wu Xian's lips were slightly curved, and he nodded, with a sincere face: "Well, belly chicken."

Wu Ling: "...... Stinky old man, believe it or not, I assassinated you!" the

two brothers walked towards the bathroom as they played.

To be precise, Wu Ling was playing and playing, and Wu Xian hugged him and walked towards the bathroom.

Although Wu Ling had just been 'bullied' verbally by his own brother, he had taken revenge elsewhere.

I saw that Wu Ling put his head on Wu's shoulder socket, put his hands around his neck, and the fluffy little head rubbed back and forth on Wu Xian's neck twice intentionally or unintentionally.

was stunned, and rubbed the already messy collar on Wu's neck, which was even more messy.

But neither of them noticed the little thing.

Wu slanted because there was a small head under his chin and he couldn't look down.

And Wu Ling was secretly thinking of bad ideas to trick people, so he didn't find out.

I saw him grabbing Wu Xian's clothes with both hands, and the little feet on his waist swayed forward, and he said with some excitement in his mouth:

"Brother, rack! Rush forward." Hearing

this, Wu Xian walked forward.

He glanced down at the excited child in his arms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked with a chuckle: "Stinky boy, do you want to ride me as a horse?"

Hearing this, I don't know why, it was obvious that Wu Xian's voice was very gentle, but Wu Ling was stunned to hear a little murderous aura.

His legs immediately wrapped tightly around Wu Xian's waist to prevent his brother from letting him down, and said in a straightforward and strong voice:

"What's the matter? Stinky brother, you say I'm like a little broiler, I can't ride you as a horse? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, take it down again, the daylilies are cold, let's go!

Wu Xian looked at him helplessly, looked angry, and reached out and patted his little buttocks: "Make a note for you once, and settle accounts with you next time."

When Wu Ling heard this, he stuck out his tongue at him and grimaced, and said a little proudly:

"Slightly~ Settle accounts together, settle accounts together, anyway, you are reluctant to beat me, what can you do with me?"

Wu Xian's focus fell on his last sentence, he looked at him with a frown, and his tail voice was soft:

"It's not good, at most, it's just to deduct your snacks and shrink your dessert after the meal." Wu

Ling

: "......" The little expression on his face froze instantly, and he couldn't help but fall into his mouth:

"Is it so ruthless? This is even more ruthless than not letting me drink milk powder, that milk powder is at most destroying my rations, brother, you are destroying my spiritual pillar."

Looking at his child's bitter and hateful little appearance, the pupils behind Wu's oblique lenses flashed slightly.

He lifted his chin slightly, and let out a low chuckle in his mouth, his tone mixed with a deeply hidden smile:

"Little Ancestor, I still like your unruly appearance just now.

The ridicule in Wu Xian's words was about to overflow.

When Wu Ling heard this, he just pursed his lips, looked at his elder brother pitifully with big eyes, and said with a light sigh:

"Brother, I think I can remedy it."

Wu slanted his eyes and looked at him with a smile, and kept walking towards the bathroom on his tiptoes, and said,

"Look at your performance."

When Wu Ling heard this, he instantly buried his head in his body, wailed in his mouth, and muttered: "It's too much, brother, you are bullying children."

The corners of Wu's mouth curved slightly: "Well, I'm just bullying." With

the sound of the two laughing, the bathroom door opened, and the sound of the light on followed.

Then there was a click, and the glass door was closed.

After about two minutes, a gentle, slightly magnetic man's voice came from the bathroom:

"Will you take it off yourself or will I take it off for you?"

It's just that the voice sounds like it's a little painful, and the mouth is hashy.

"Myself...... Hey, forget it, brother, come on, my wound and clothes are glued together with blood, I can't pull it off, it hurts. "

Okay, don't move, I'll be lighter.

"Okay.

As their words fell, the sound of clothes being taken off sounded in the bathroom.

At the same time, two figures appeared on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

A tall and steady.

A delicate and thin air.

The two figures are intertwined, I don't know if it's because of the angle.

The handsome figure looked up at the tall figure, and the tall figure looked down at him.

The atmosphere between the two is not like an older brother and a younger brother, but like a squeamish young master and his most loyal guard.

With the sound of clothes falling off, Wu Ling glanced down at his smooth body.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

Wu Ling found that there was no good place on his skin.

Either it was red and swollen, or bruised, or it was cut through the skin, and the flesh and skin on the whole body were miserable, looking like a rag doll that had been abused.

This look, who doesn't say it's miserable.

Even Wu Ling couldn't help but sigh when he saw it:

"I'll go, I'm so miserable, it looks like I've been beaten up." "

Does it hurt?" Wu Xian put the clothes in his hand on the stand next to him, and looked at the marks on Wu Ling's body with a frown, his eyes full of pity.

When Wu Ling heard this, he reached out and poked the bruise on his arm, felt it, smacked his lips and said

, "It's not very painful,

it's just that it looks weird." "