Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Boss, we're lost.

At this time, in the driver's seat of a Mercedes-Benz SUV, a foreigner in camouflage uniform frowned at the vehicle that was speeding forward with the traffic.

He watched the Land Rover disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye, and in addition to the frustration in his eyes, there was also a trace of appreciation for the strong.

You must know that his driving skills and reconnaissance skills are also considered superior among their group of mercenaries, and the group in front of them can not only detect his tracking, but also easily pass through this dense flow of vehicles.

The strong tend to attract their own kind.

In addition to recognition, there was also a hint of wanting to try it out in the eyes of the foreigner with a full beard.

He held the steering wheel in his hand and made sure that he was keeping a safe distance from the traffic on the left and right front and rear.

He turned his head to look at the woman sitting in the co-pilot, shook his head helplessly, and said in a not fluent Chinese:

"Their anti-detection awareness is too strong, as soon as I get close to them, I rush forward with the traffic, and I can't keep up at all." The

woman who was called the boss in the passenger seat had already noticed that the people in the car were very alert.

She looked at the dazzling traffic in front of her, thought of the purpose of this visit, a trace of thought quickly flashed in her eyes, and said to the person in the driver's seat:

"Old A pulls over at the intersection in front of him, and waits until Ah Rui sends them a specific positioning, and then follow the positioning and move forward."

"Okay boss. The foreigner, known as Old A, nodded when he heard this, and drove smoothly towards the intersection in front of him with the steering wheel in his hand.

It's the middle of summer in May, and everything is growing.

Because it is the rainy season, the wind and rain are not good, and the sky is dusk like ink clouds and wind changes.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning with a cold light pierced the thick dark clouds, dazzling and terrifying.

Immediately after that, a muffled thunder roared like an ancient beast, which made people panic.

The sky was overcast, the wind was blowing, the dark clouds were rushing across the sky like a thousand horses, and the rain was about to pour.

The woman in the passenger seat leaned back in her seat, turned her head to look out the window at the rapidly receding scenery and the gloomy sky, her fingertips lightly clasped the walkie-talkie in the palm of her hand, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Meanwhile.

The exterior wall of the teaching building of Yuanshan Experimental Middle School.

Wu Ling looked at the name note sent by the young man on his phone, couldn't help smacking his lips, stretched out his hand and poked Wu Xian next to him, and said with some envy in his mouth:

"Brother, look at the name of the family, how cultured."

Wu Xian was observing the surrounding environment, and when he heard this, his eyebrows stared imperceptibly, and his eyes looked down at the mobile phone screen handed over by his child with a deep look.

There are only two sentences on the phone interface.

Wu Lake takes off~: [Wu Ling. Qingzhou

: [Lu Ziyu]

Wu Xian's attention only fell on the name for a moment, and then he was attracted by his child's mobile phone wallpaper.

He looked at the person on the wallpaper with a naked upper body and a blue apron on the lower body, looking like a person cooking.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was a little surprised: "When did you take the photo

?" "Ang?" Wu Ling looked at his brother slightly stunned when he heard this, as if the topic had changed too quickly and he didn't react.

Wu Xian looked at his brother's stupid little appearance, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his gaze behind the lenses was extremely gentle.

His calloused fingertips gently tapped the character wallpaper in his child's mobile phone, and asked in a soft voice

, "When did you shoot it?"

Wu Ling glanced at the screen on his mobile phone along his brother's fingertips, and immediately reacted.

He blinked weirdly, and then laughed twice in his mouth, and boasted in a slightly smug tone:

"This? I secretly photographed it from outside the door when you fried me rice in the middle of the night before, hehe, isn't my photography technique very good? Look how handsome I take a picture of you!"

As he spoke, Wu Ling raised his eyebrows proudly, and stuffed his mobile phone directly into Wu Xian's hand, so that he could observe it up close.

Wu Xian held the mobile phone, looking at the wallpaper in the mobile phone with gentle and serious eyes.

He did not deny Wu Ling's self-selling and boastful words, on the contrary, he agreed with them.

Because Wu Ling is really good at capturing, the characters in the wallpaper look extremely calm and gentle under his shooting techniques.

In the warm yellow light, a man with chopsticks stirring egg liquid.

As if he heard something behind him, he was looking back.

That's when the photo freezes.

Under the warm yellow light, the man's fine forehead hair half-covered his eyebrows, and a pair of eyes like stars, as if he saw someone coming, his eyes were slightly curved, and even through the photo, he could feel the man's warmth and calmness.

"How is it, how is it, is

it good-looking?" Wu Ling opened a pair of big sparkling eyes, poked his brother's waist with his little finger, his face was full of 'begging for praise', and he said with a little excitement in his mouth:

"I think it's good-looking, at that time, my brother, you were bathed in that light, like a little angel with two big wings falling from the sky, just handsome!"

Listening to Wu Ling's description, Wu's face, which was still gentle and elegant one second, froze in the next second, and then became a little complicated.

He looked at his brother's little face begging for praise, and was silent for a long time.

Then a slight sigh came from the space, and a voice that sounded helpless, but with a smile:

"Beautiful." "

Uh-huh~" Wu Ling was very satisfied with his brother's appearance of being extremely knowledgeable about current affairs.

He nodded with a smug face, pointed to the name in the interface with his little paws and said:

"But this is not the point, the point is that you look at the name of the person, how cultured, Lu Ziyu, it sounds extremely explosive."

After saying this, Wu Ling sighed and muttered:

"If you look at our names again, yours will be forgotten, you will look at mine, alas, this comparison, this difference, it is huge."

Wu Xian looked at the name without a trace of waves in his eyes, and looked away disappreciably in less than a second, and instead looked down at his little brother.

Seeing the little envious expression on his child's face, he reached out and pinched his face, and asked softly

, "Why do you say that? Isn't your name very nice

?" "What's so good?"

Wu Ling was not depressed when he didn't mention this, but when he mentioned this, his depressed little mouth pouted.

"Whose child's name is the same as a domestic car, Wu Ling, Wu Ling, Wuling Hongguang? I was not a tank in my previous life.

Wu Xian blinked slightly stunned when he heard this, and then poked the little face in front of him that was bulging like a little pufferfish, and patiently explained:

"Where did you think of this little head melon? The name Wu Ling was decided by our grandmother when you were born, and the meaning in it is profound." "

Ang?" Wu Ling raised his head with some curiosity when he heard this.

He only had a car name when he was a child, so he was a little inferior to his name when he was a child.

At this time, hearing his brother's words, Wu Ling's curiosity really came up.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of Wu Xian's clothes, and asked curiously, "Really, what does my name mean?"

Wu Xian nodded, and explained with a chuckle: "When our mother was just pregnant, the whole family thought about your name together, but the names that I thought of were not very good, and they were all passed by my grandfather." "

Our grandfather said that his little grandson's name must be different and unique, so our old man was stunned at the time, wearing reading glasses and holding a magnifying glass in his hand, and looked up word by word in a dictionary of thousands of pages for half a month, before he finally found a satisfactory word, Ling."

"And it just so happened that at that time, our second uncle also saw a poem in a certain ancient text, Shu Jin's day is long to shop jade, and Wu Ayachun is warm and lying on the mandarin duck, so your name is called Wu Ling." "

Wuhu. When Wu Ling heard his brother say this, his eyes flashed, and he muttered: "It turns out that my name is so cultured." "

Otherwise, what do you think?" Wu Xian looked at the expression on his brother's face, reached out and rubbed his earlobe, his voice was a little light, but the meaning in it was very heavy:

"Your name was decided by hundreds of people in our clan after strict screening."

Wu Ling listened to this battle, silently straightened his little chest, and felt that his name was suddenly so compelling! Wu

Xian looked at the little derpy hair on the top of his brother's head that suddenly stood up, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He casually glanced at the name on the screen of his child's mobile phone, and asked in a slightly meaningful tone: "Do you still think that

your name is not as good as his?" Wu Ling, who was grabbed by the little young seedling, shook his head decisively, and his big eyes and bright little paws were clenched:

"Brother, my name is so cultured! Suddenly, it has been sublimated, and it is more cultured than his

!". Wu Xian seemed to be amused by his small appearance, and a low chuckle overflowed from his throat: "That's right."

He carried a black backpack in his hand, pinched the little tender seedling on the top of Wu Ling's head with the other hand, and took a slight breath in his nose:

"Don't feel that your name is ugly in the future, everyone's name has its own meaning, and that comes from parents' expectations for their children."

"Your name is the thought of the whole family of our family, and if someone says that your name is ugly in the future, then they are simply jealous that you are loved by so many people.

Wu Ling rubbed his little face here, and nodded matter-of-factly: "Well, I think so, if someone says that my name is ugly, they are pure jealous of me, and they are too doggy!"

Wu Xian looked at his brother's little indignant expression, pushed the glasses on his face up with his fingertips, nodded slowly, and chuckled: "The son can be taught."

Wu Ling was praised and proudly raised his chin slightly, and his round eyes were bent into crescents: "Hehe, that's a must, let's be smart~"

The little young seedlings on the top of the proud child's head involuntarily floated upward, and finally was gently pulled by a big hand around his fingertips.