Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Brother, just tell me about these injuries on your body?"

Wu Xian heard this, and patted Wu Ling's hand to coax him to sleep.

The sleepiness in his brain disappeared without a trace in this instant, and his heart even trembled lightly for a moment.

There is a tension that something that I am trying to cover up is suddenly uncovered in front of someone.

Because Wu Ling was resting his head on his shoulder, Wu Xian couldn't see his expression, and could only feel the straps of his clothes on his hands, rolled up one by one.

He remembered his scar that was so hideous and terrifying that he would be startled when he saw it, and his voice rolled up and down in his throat, and his voice was inexplicably a little tight

: "You saw it?" Wu Ling didn't seem to feel Wu Xian's nervousness, he still stuck to him as usual, nodded lightly, and answered in his mouth:

"Ang, when you drank with the third uncle before, I saw it."

Wu Xian paused for a moment when he heard Wu Ling's words, and then as if he was afraid of his fear, the fingers on his back couldn't help curling up, and his body retreated.

He didn't know whether it was hot or nervous on his forehead, and a fine sweat oozed slightly.

However, as soon as his body stepped back an inch, the hot little ball that had been attached to his arms followed closely behind.

Wu Ling pillowed on the small pillow, his fingers tugged at Wu Xian's bathrobe belt, looked at him with some grievances, and said with a pout:

"Brother, what are you running? I don't bite."

Although Wu Xian was afraid that Wu Ling would be afraid of him, he was still amused by the little resentful eyes of his little brother.

The original nervous mood was broken in a second.

He reached out and gently pinched the back of Wu

Ling's neck, and his voice was very soft: "Not afraid?"

Wu Ling was a little afraid of itching, and instinctively shrunk his neck, but he didn't break free of Wu Ling's hand.

He shrunk his neck and glanced at Wu obliquely:

"I'm not a three-year-old doll, don't I just have a few scars? What am I afraid of?"

As

he spoke, Wu Ling straightened up, propped his elbow on Wu Xian's chest, stretched out his right hand in front of his eyes, pointed to a small red mark under his little thumb with his left hand, and said with a serious face:

"I have it too, Ang, you see."

Wu Xian took advantage of the moonlight outside the window to look at the small red heart that seemed to be coming sideways in the palm of Wu Ling's right hand, bent his lips and smiled, his expression was a little helpless: "Isn't this your birthmark?"

Wu Ling blinked, his expression slightly stiff.

Wuhu, I didn't expect my brother to have such a good memory, and he even remembered my birthmark.

His eyes were a little wandering, he coughed in his mouth, and

whispered: "Ahem, isn't that birthmark also a scar from the mother's womb? Almost, almost."

Wu Xian looked at him funny, but after he made such a fuss, the little fear in his heart that he was afraid that his emotions would have disappeared long ago.

He moved slightly, stretched out and unbuttoned the straps of his yukata, then unbuttoned his shirt a few more times, revealing his white collarbones and the horrific scars on his neck and chest.

When Wu Ling saw Wu Xian's scar, his pupils shrank and he paused slightly.

"Brother, you ......"

The scars on Wu Xi's chest, large and small, almost covered the entire chest.

The scars vary in length, some are more than a dozen centimeters long, while others are less than a centimeter.

The long scar looked like it had been cut with a blunt object, the scar was twisted and twisted, and there were not very skillful stitching marks on the edges, as if the deep visible bone had been cut and sewn up hard.

And those short scars, as if they had been cut open one by one by a sharp blade, are not fatal, but they look terrifying and shocking.

There were more than a dozen of these scars, large and small, and they spread across Wu Xian's chest, like a hideous little snake crawling.

And the most serious of these scars is the scar on Wu Xian's neck, which happened to be on Wu Xian's major artery, sealing his throat with a knife.

When Wu Ling saw this scar clearly, he was stunned.

He looked at Wu Xian, who had gentle eyebrows and eyes in front of him, and for a while, the person in front of him actually matched the figure of the evil emperor in his own mind.

But Wu Ling was not happy, but wanted to cry a little.

He pursed his lips tightly, suppressed the surging in his heart, reached out to hug Wu Xian, and buried his head in his neck socket.

It's like a kitten's special way of comforting people.

Wu Ling bit the corner of his lip, he knew that he was asking nonsense, but he still couldn't help but want to ask:

"Brother, are you ...... now?" Does it still hurt?"

Wu Xian took off the somewhat thick yukata, and then Xi habitually hugged Wu Ling back, reaching out and gently rubbing the back of his neck.

After hearing Wu Ling's words, he thought for a moment and smiled warmly: "It hurt a little at the beginning, but now it doesn't hurt."

Wu Ling hugged the person in front of him tightly, and after hearing this, he didn't know why his nasal cavity was suddenly sour, and his eyes were even blurred.

A moment later.

Wu Xian seemed to feel something, and his body was slightly stiff.

He lowered his head, moved his fingers slightly, and gently patted the child who was pressing on his body and holding his neck and silently wiping away his tears, and his tone was coaxing and coaxing:

"Why is my little ancestor still crying? Okay, don't cry, my brother really doesn't hurt anymore, do you want to listen to the story?"

The child in front of him didn't speak, but the arm on Wu Xian's shoulder tightened, and the warmth on his shoulder continued.

Wu leaned back with the large doll on his body, leaning slightly against the head of the bed.

At this moment, a breeze blew outside the window, and the curtains were blown rattling.

The soft moonlight shone in through the gap in the curtains, and the gentle silver glow reflected on Wu Xi's gentle face and Wu Ling's somewhat reddened nose.

Wu Xian listened to the wind getting louder, picked up the quilt from the side and put it on Wu Ling's body.

He pinched the soft back of Wu Ling's neck with one hand, and patted his back slowly with the other.

The voice in Wu Xian's throat was very soft, with a gentle meaning.

He slowly recounted the origin of his scars and some small stories that had removed most of the dangerous moments.

The atmosphere between the two is like a mature and steady big brother, coaxing the little brother who is so sad in his arms that he has snot bubbles.

Warm and cute, but a little funny and sad.

The late spring wind mixed with the chill of the wind and rain rustled the leaves and rippled the surface of the lake.

The moon bends and shines on Kyushu, some people are happy and some are worried.

Just when the two brothers were warm and happy to tell a little story together.

At this time, in a white Hongguang car at the corner of the alley in the distance, a violent scolding voice suddenly came out:

"Damn! You're fucking done, aren't you? Fucking call Lao Tzu in the morning, and fucking beat Lao Tzu in the middle of the night!"

"Lao Tzu said that I don't change! I don't change sex! I'm fucking shielding you, you fucking stay where to stay for Lao Tzu, or Lao Tzu will kill you with a knife, fuck!".