Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

After Wu Ling read this line of words, he looked thoughtful.

He smacked his lips, touched his chin and said, "Brother, I feel like we've been caught in a big trap."

"And this trap, we can't slip out yet, we have to jump in."

Wu Xian took the paper in his hand, opened another thousand paper cranes, and found that it was indeed another silk book.

He looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand, and then at the box that Wu Ling was holding in his arms, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes: "Who said it wasn't." The

two were very close, and when Wu lowered his head to speak, a slight breath fell on Wu Ling's little golden retriever, blowing dumb hair and fluttering.

Wu Ling scratched his forehead that was a little itchy, wrinkled his little nose and said with an embarrassed face: "Brother, my scalp is so hot, am I going to be bald by the smell here?"

Wu Xian: "......"

He looked at him silently and was still very serious just now, but the next second suddenly popped out a puzzling sentence of his own brother.

After three seconds of silence.

Wu Xian took a step back, looked down at the stinky and beautiful child in front of him who was holding his brain seeds with both hands, afraid that he would be bald, twitched the corner

of his mouth and said, "Now, is it still hot?" Wu Ling picked up his brain melon seeds and felt it, and said in surprise: "Wow, it's not hot, it's a miracle of science!"

Wu Xian pulled the corners of his

mouth, and the idea of signing up for a language and culture class for his brother was put on the agenda.

He twisted the small soft hair on Wu Ling's head, looked at his blonde hair and said, "Our little master has so much hair, why are you still afraid of baldness?"

"Brother, you don't understand. Wu Ling looked serious and sighed:

"Don't look at my hair now, but it's hard to say when I'm old, you look at the big director surnamed Xu on the Internet, he was still a hairstylist before, but as a result, he was bald."

Speaking of this, Wu Ling patted his little soft hair:

"I'm called prepared now, I want to take care of my hair a little, what if I become a Mediterranean when I'm old?

Wu Xianyan thought for a while, his fingertips gently twisted the tuft of small soft hair, and said with a smile:

"I think it's okay, our little Ling Jian's eyebrows and starry eyes, even if he is bald, he looks good."

Wu Ling pursed his lips and said in disbelief: "Really, brother, don't tease me, my facial features are not suitable for shaving my head, but you should be quite suitable for an inch head." "

Really?" Wu slanted an eyebrow.

"Aang. Wu Ling nodded, and his little paw hooked up.

Wu Xian looked down at him, and when he met his big eyes, the corners of his mouth curved, lowered his head slightly, and rested his chin on Wu Ling's outstretched dog paws.

"Hehe~

" Wu Ling grinned and held Wu Xian's face, picked up his face, looked left and right

, and then said seriously: "Brother, I think your face is really good, your facial features are three-dimensional, and the bridge of your nose is still very high, you can shave your head to take a look, and then highlight the whole color, handsome~ But ......

" Wu Ling's eyes rolled when he said this, and his little paws snored a handful of Wu Xian's hair, and said with a smile:

" But I still like your current hairstyle, and if I keep it longer, I'll be able to pigtail you, haha. "

As the saying goes, you can't touch a boy's head or a girl's waist.

But when Wu Xian was rubbed by Wu Ling's hair, his expression didn't even change, and he still looked at him helplessly and dotingly.

When he heard Wu Ling say that he wanted to tie his pigtails, his dark eyes flashed, and he asked, "Like

when he was a child?" Wu Ling blinked, thinking of the little red band he used to tie his head full of small chirps when his brother was doing his homework when he was a child.

Thinking of this feat, Wu Ling coughed embarrassedly, and smirked cutely:

"Hehe, don't tie a little braid, I saw a young lady teach how to tie it from the video before, I think I should be able to tie it this time." "

OK. Wu Xian nodded, and said without hesitation: "Wait for a long time, I will tie you." Wu

Ling's sentence that he wanted to tie pigtails was actually just a casual remark.

But after he heard Wu Xian's reply, his fingers paused, and his eyes couldn't help but rise.

The clear eyes fell into the dark eyes, and then burst into a smile.

"Really

?" Wu slanted his eyes and looked at him, reached out and rubbed his face, and asked rhetorically:

"What I promised you, what have I not done?"

Wu Ling's big eyes flashed, and he shook his head and said, "No, everything has been done."

Wu Xian chuckled: "That's not it."

Wu Ling's eyebrows were bent, and just as he was about to speak, a foul smell poured into the tip of his nose.

The words he wanted to say instantly stuck in his throat, pinched his nose, stuck out his tongue and said

, "Brother, let's withdraw from here first, it's so stinky here, I feel like I'm about to be pickled, and I'm not fragrant." "

It's not that Wu Ling is hypocritical, it's really that the air here is too bad.

This place is already airtight, and the black blood of the monster causes the entire space to be filled with a smell of stinky feet as if they haven't washed their feet for hundreds of years.

He really didn't want to stay for a minute or a second, and every minute and second more would be an extra punishment for his nose.

Although Wu Xian's sense of smell is not as sensitive as Wu Ling, this smell is also drilled into his nasal cavity along his nose.

The two hit it off, and immediately finished packing up the things in the underground box and walked out.

When passing by the puddle of blood at the door, Wu Ling looked up at Wu Xian as if he

had thought of something, and asked, "By the way, brother, what kind of fistula did you say just now, how did it appear here?" Just now it jumped down on the ceiling like a big spider, and at that moment I thought I had crossed into the League of Legends."

Wu Xian looked at the little derpy Mao'er who was shaking his head and floating over in front of him, his eyes fixed on it for two seconds

, and then he swept the surrounding buildings with a flashlight, and said in a warm voice: "

The depth of the building here should be more than the passage at the podium, the man just now should be the black shadow on the second floor, maybe it used another passage in the classroom that we didn't find to transfer here, and then made a noise, attracting us to come, and then lying on the ceiling lurking. The

two of them said as they walked outside.

But when the two walked out of the room, Wu Ling's gaze suddenly froze.

"Brother, was there a pit on the ceiling before

?" "Pit?" Wu Xuan paused, and he looked up.

I was a little surprised to find that there was a large black hole in the corner of the wall where the doors of the two rooms seemed to be blocked by cement.