Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Although Wu Ling also has abdominal muscles, everyone's abdominal muscles feel different, and his abdominal muscles belong to the kind that are soft and can't be hard even if they practice.

Maybe this is also due to the fact that he doesn't like to exercise and shows off things every day.

And Wu Xian's abdominal muscles feel the opposite of him.

Wu's abdominal muscles belong to the kind of Bang Bang hard, but they are still very elastic, and they are the kind that are really trained.

And Wu Xian doesn't know if it's because he wears too much, or because he is hot and his body is rattling and warm.

Q and play, and it will automatically heat up, which is simply a pinching people's dream pinch.

Wu Ling usually likes to pinch and decompress dumplings, and at this time, he rua his brother's waist is like rubbing dumplings.

His dishonest little paws pinched and rubbed hard, and he was addicted to it.

Originally, he just owed it, and he just wanted to pinch his brother's waist, but this pinch, hey, I can't stop.

Just when Wu Ling was crunching, a somewhat helpless voice came from above his head.

"Is it enough?"

Wu tilted his head to look at his brother, as if he was using his stomach as a toy, pinching and kneading it as if rolling dough, and there was a trace of indulgence in his eyes in addition to helplessness.

This is his brother, if others dared to pinch and knead him, his feet would have been kicked over a long time ago.

TMD, his little third master's waist is also something that others can touch?

However, the object is replaced by his own brother, and Wu Xian has nothing to do except pet it.

He glanced at the little yellow duck bath towel that his brother was carrying in his hand and was about to droop to the ground, and the person carrying it was still unconsciously poking his abdominal muscles to play.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xian sighed slightly, stretched out his arm and picked up the bath towel of the little yellow duck.

He looked at the childish patterns on the bath towel and raised his eyebrows.

The thumb and index finger with a little callouse slightly lifted the corner of the bath towel to avoid the consequences of the small bath towel being stained with water stains on the ground and dying before leaving the school.

Wu Xian carried the small bath towel to Wu Ling's hand, he looked at Wu Ling's ruddy little face reflected under the orange bath towel, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind moved slightly.

Yellow, which suits him perfectly.

However, even Wu Xian's action of sending the bath towel to Wu Ling did not disturb Wu Ling to pinch his abdominal muscles to play.

For touching other people's abdominal muscles, I was also asked by the person concerned, 'Have you pinched enough?' This is an embarrassing behavior of picking at the ground with your toes.

Wu Ling was not only not embarrassed, but also cheeky, holding his own small bath towel in his hand, staring at his brother's male dog waist without blinking, and said extremely embarrassedly:

"Not yet, brother, how are you practicing? Bang Bang is hard, and the feel is also good, just like hard glutinous rice dumplings."

Wu Xian listened to his analogy, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

God is fucking like glutinous rice dumplings.

According to this stinky boy's analogy, if he is hungry in the future, will he still have to hug my waist and take a bite?

Wu slanted his eyebrow bone, feeling a little headache.

He looked down at his brother's dishonest little hand, snorted lightly, reached out and patted the back of his hand, and urged:

"I'll talk about the abdominal muscles later, you hurry up and give me a bath, it's going to be dawn if you rub it again, hurry up."

"Cut, stingy, can't touch.

Wu Ling shook his hand that was a little itchy, and pouted in his mouth: "Okay, okay, just go."

After saying this, he snorted lightly at Wu Xian, and walked towards the bathroom with his small bath towel.

Wu Xian watched him finally go to the bathroom, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his breath was not completely relaxed, he only felt that his ass was heavy, and then a cheap laugh came:

"Aifei, I am going to burn incense and bathe, rub incense and wash it white, you go to bed and wait for me, remember to help me warm the bed!"

At this time, Wu Ling, who was engaged in a sneak attack like a second dog, was like a child who had succeeded in his prank, and he smiled proudly and openly, but his expression was also a little underwhelming.

After he said this, as if he was afraid of being beaten, he immediately spread his calves and stumbled forward, and in the blink of an eye he ran into the bathroom, and locked the door with a clatter.

His series of actions completely show what it means to be a vegetable and a fun-loving person.

Wu Xian looked at the closed glass door, and the figure on the glass door that seemed to be grimacing at himself, his eyebrows raised slightly, and a low laugh overflowed from the depths of his throat:

"This stinky boy."

He smiled and shook his head, looking at the funny figure on the door, although his mouth was saying bad things, but the emotion in his eyes was gentle.

After he saw Wu Ling start to take a bath, he looked away, his steps moved slightly, and he sat on the lazy sofa where Wu Ling had sat before.

Then, Wu Xian reached out and pulled the collar of the bathrobe, revealing some of the sweaty skin covered inside and the horrific scars hidden by the clothes.

Some slightly wet broken hair on his forehead slowly fell down with his movements, slightly obscuring his eyes.

After Wu Xian finished pulling the collar, Xi took out a box of white medicine bottles without labels from the cabinet under the small coffee table.

The pill bottle made a few soft noises as he moved, and the sound of the pills colliding sounded like there were only a few pieces.

Wu Xian unscrewed the medicine bottle and poured out eight white pills from it.

He was about to take the pill and throw it in his mouth when his fingers suddenly flickered as if he had thought of something.

He stared at the medicine in his hand for a long time, his expression looking like he was pondering something.

A moment later.

The bottle of medicine was put back in the cabinet by Wu Xian, and he picked up the mobile phone that he had placed on the coffee table.

After pressing the screen, Wu Xian found his WeChat and clicked into the contact whose avatar was a syringe, and then sent a message.

[wx: Char, do you have memory loss due to the side effects of taking too many pills that you said earlier?]

After Wu Xian sent the news, he pulled the collar that he had just opened and walked to the side of the bed with his mobile phone.

He originally wanted to make the bed while Wu Ling hadn't come out yet.

As a result, Wu Xian had just walked to the bedside, and before his hand touched the quilt, the text message that he thought would be replied to in the morning was suddenly received.

And his mobile phone also came with the sound of a ding-dong message prompt.

[Char: Yes, but it's rare, according to the daily dosage I gave you and the body's resistance to the drug you measured before, the daily standard of medication will not affect your memory, but will help you increase your memory.

[Char: Why do you suddenly ask this?]

[Char: By the way, Little Third Master, I just want to tell you a good news, I have been researching a new medicine with Qin Yi recently, and it is expected to be completed in three months, this medicine is relatively strong, you can add one pill to the medicine prescribed to you before, according to four pills a day, those medicines should be enough for you to eat for three months.

Wu obliquely looked at the content on the phone screen, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes showed unknown emotions, not knowing what to think.

He leaned back on the sofa, sighed slightly, pinched his brow a little irritably, and typed a paragraph on the phone screen.

[wx: Not enough for three months.]

[Char: ?(Dog puzzled emoji)

] [Char: Can't you, right? The medicines I prescribed to you are almost a year old, and it's just been half a year, how many bottles of your medicine are left?] [

wx: Eight pills.

At this time, in a laboratory in the basement of Changsha, a young drug researcher with two thick dark circles like national treasures on his face and a messy black hair like a chicken nest on his head.

He was yawning as he poured several times more concentrated coffee into his mouth to relieve his sleepiness of not sleeping for three days.

But as soon as he took two sips, before he could swallow it, he saw the seemingly ordinary message in his mobile phone, but in fact the earth was about to explode.

Char's eyes widened for a moment, and a mouthful of coffee squirted out of his mouth.

It sprayed right on the face of the young man sitting across from him.

"Damn, what are you crazy about?!"

Normally, as soon as this angry voice sounded, Char would pull his ears and squat on the ground with a cowardly expression, but at this time, he didn't care about the person in front of him.

Char looked at the message on his phone, his face full of shock, and his mouth shouted in disbelief:

"!bagues?!Are you kidding?!Are you kidding?!Are you kidding?!What are you kidding?!