Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

When the wooden door opened, Wu Ling choked and wrinkled his nose, and waved the dust in front of him a few times with his hand.

Then before he could react, he was carried into the house by Wu Xian like a chick, sandwiched in his armpit.

Suddenly, Wu Ling, who was dark in front of him: "......"

What is it that blocks my big eyes that are as bright as stars?

Oh~ It turned out to be my reliable and steady brother.

Ah, that's fine.

The rain-watered Derpy on the top of his head shook softly, and his calves kicked up.

It seemed that he wanted to break away from Wu Xian's shoulders and prepare to break out of the shell, but this free bird was firmly contained because of the disparity in strength.

Wu Ling, who didn't move and had a sour face: "......"

Because of Wu Xie's strength, Wu Ling's little face was sandwiched in a second, and he looked like a small steamed bun.

Wu Ling sucked the hara that he had been squeezed out, and then silently wiped the corners of his mouth with his little paws, and lay on his brother's arm softly, feeling both happy and painful.

My brother's love is so heavy.

Wu Xian also took off his helmet when he opened the door and carried it in his hand.

Because he didn't put on the helmet until it rained, there were some parts of his body that didn't get wet.

But his hair was drenched in the rain, and the black hair kept dripping with water as he moved.

Because the two were very close, Wu Ling's face was inevitably rubbed with a few cold droplets.

He rubbed his face, looked at his brother again, and happened to see a drop of water slip from between his brother's eyebrows and eyes to his jaw.

Adhering to the little characteristic of being helpful.

Wu Ling immediately stretched out his little paw and wiped his brother's face.

It's just a little unfortunate that his hand doesn't know what he just touched, and his fingertips are pitch black.

This one wiped down, although the fingertips wiped the water droplets on Wu Xian's face, but it was inevitable that three little finger prints fell on his cheeks.

Wu Ling blinked: "...... "Wow, buy one get three free?"

Maybe Wu Ling's eyes were a little overwhelmed, or maybe the little black paws on his hands were too eye-catching.

When Wu Xian felt his brother's gaze, he shook the water on his glasses and looked at him with his head down: "What's wrong?"

Wu Ling looked at the three fingerprints on his brother's face, and silently retracted his dog paws.

His fingertips opened, and his mouth was a little twisted: "I'm admiring my paintings."

Wu Xian: "?"

He raised his eyebrows puzzled, half-closed his eyes, and put his glasses back on his face.

His gaze returned to clarity, but his gaze suddenly broke off when it fell on Wu Ling.

Then he couldn't help laughing, and his finger tapped Wu Ling's face:

"Why do you make it like a little flower cat, rubbing so much ash

?" "Ang?" Wu Ling blinked dumbly.

Only then did he remember that he had just rubbed his face with his little paws, and more than once.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling was shocked by the little hair on his head, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at his face.

And the mobile phone that could often illuminate his beauty did not shine on his beauty at this time.

On the contrary, his face was black, and he looked like a small black briquette.

Wu Ling blinked, and the little black briquette in the phone also blinked.

Wu Ling opened his mouth, and the little black briquette inside also opened his mouth.

Wu Ling looked at his own appearance inside, and his tone was a little surprised: "Wow, my face looks like a famous oil painting."

Wu Xian was amused by his stunned appearance, reached out and pinched his ear, and asked, "What oil painting?"

Wu Ling put down his mobile phone and looked serious: "A pair of famous Master Wu created, "Little Briquette Star Man from the Coal Star Planet". "

Poof-"

Wu Xian looked at his serious face, and originally thought that there really was such an oil painting.

As a result, when he heard that he was from the planet Coal Star, his eyes flashed, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

When he heard the little briquette star, Wu Xian really didn't hold back, and laughed out loud with a snort, and his chest shook a little.

Wu Ling was admiring his handsome face, but he felt that his shoulders were a little numb.

He saw his brother smiling happily, and he felt a little embarrassed.

He sniffed his little nose, reached out and patted his chest, raised his eyes and glanced at him:

"Don't laugh, be serious, or Master Ben will draw a "Qingming Riverside Picture" on your face in a while."

Wu Xian looked at his brother who he thought was extremely threatening.

But in fact, he looked like a little milk cat, nodded cooperatively, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved: "Okay, good, I don't smile."

Wu Ling nodded with satisfaction when he saw his brother's extremely knowledgeable appearance, and let out a "hmm" in his mouth.

However, it was clear that Wu Ling was the one who didn't let Wu Xian laugh, but he was happier than Wu Xian when he smiled.

Coal head coal brain, cute love.

Wu Xian saw that there was a lot of ash on Wu Ling's face, and he didn't know if there was any unknown substance in the ash.

He squinted and reached out to rummage through his body for a while, only to find some toilet paper that had been blistered.

Wu Xian only glanced at the toilet paper, and then put it back in his pocket.

However, after looking for a long time, I couldn't find anything else to wipe my cheeks.

Wu Xian snorted lightly in his mouth, directly pulled up his shirt, and beckoned to Wu Ling, who was drumming a flashlight next to him:

"Come here." "

Ang?" Wu Ling was about to take a flashlight and look around to see what kind of environment it was.

After he heard Wu Xian's words, although he was a little puzzled, he still obediently walked up to him: "What's wrong brother?"

Wu Xian stuffed the helmet in his hand into the backpack again, and then held the button of the shirt with his hand, and laughed at Wu Ling:

"Wipe the face of our great painter, we can't have our Master Wu with a kitten face, right?"

Although Wu Xian's words sounded like he was teasing children, the tenderness in his words could not be concealed.

Wu Ling blinked when he heard this, and a great emotion inevitably rose in his heart.

However, his move didn't last long, as soon as he stood still in front of Wu Xian, Wu Xian directly took his shirt and called it on his face.

Then he was extremely skillful, and he rubbed Wu Ling for a while as if he was washing the face of a puppy.

Wu Ling, who

was rubbed around: "......" He stood in place a little confused, feeling that his face was rubbed a little red.

The heart was full of emotion, and it was also rubbed in vain.

A moment later, after Wu Ling's little face finally became ruddy and white again.

Wu Xian first took several pictures of his face with his mobile phone, and then wiped his face with his shirt.

However, he had just dried his face.

Wu Ling next to him didn't know if it was intentional or deliberate, and the little golden head shook like a puppy.

The water droplets were caught off guard and splashed Wu Xian's face.

Wu Xian: "......"

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, and lowered his eyes to look at his own child who was struggling with his own hair, and a somewhat dangerous smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Wu squinted, shook his arm, took off his shirt directly, and then accurately covered Wu Ling's shaky little head.

Wu Ling, who was shaking his hair happily, suddenly moved.

But

before he could react, there was a warm head on top of his head, and then a puppy rubbing his hair.