Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Eh, brother, do you see if there's anything else in

that box?" Wu Ling noticed that at the very bottom of the courier box stuffed with white transparent foam, there were a few things that looked like postcards or photos.

It's better to say it than to do it quickly, when Wu Ling was talking, his body also subconsciously reacted instinctively.

He held Wu Xian's shoulder with one hand, straightened his arm with the other, and slightly skipped Wu Xian's body forward, bending down to reach the express box that he had placed on the chair next to him.

When Wu Xian rubbed him over, his body instinctively flashed back.

Later, when his mind reacted, he put down the A4 paper engraved with the precious silk book in his hand, and instead reached out to protect Wu Ling's waist to prevent him from falling off the chair.

The other hand also helped him take the box between the two of them, and said worriedly:

"My young master, you slow down, you just say I'll take it, this chair is twenty centimeters wide, and it is difficult to sit alone, what if you fall off the chair so recklessly?"

"I forgot who watched the cross talk while eating yesterday, and ended up laughing and falling off the stool and falling with porridge on his face?"

Wu Ling was holding the fries in his mouth, hugging the box bigger than his head.

As a result, after he heard Wu Xian's words, the little expression on his face that was originally full of extremely exploratory desire immediately deflated.

He supported the handle of the chair with his hand, half-knelt on Wu Xian's lap, stubbornly kicked the shoes on Wu Xian's feet with his plush slippers, pouted

and said, "Didn't the stinky old brother say that he wouldn't mention this?"

Wu Xian sat back in place with Wu Ling, who was almost half of his body hanging outside, and said with some coaxing in his mouth:

"Okay, okay, I won't mention it, you can sit down."

After Wu Ling withdrew his feet, he sat on his own salted fish cushion with the box in his hand.

Then he crossed his legs, lowered his head and squeezed the box in his hand, and his voice was a little muffled:

"I didn't mean to fall, wasn't it an accident yesterday? Who knew that the stool was so unsturdy, I just sat for more than ten minutes before it collapsed, I was only a hundred and a few pounds, and I didn't sink, the boss was selling fake and shoddy products, and he would be seized by the police uncle after a while!"

Besides, isn't it with you, I'm not afraid if I really fall, can you still watch your dear brother fall into a big ass?"

Wu Xian was slightly stunned when he heard this, he looked at the extremely natural little expression on Wu Ling's face, the corners of his mouth unconsciously bent upward, and said with a low smile:

"How can I be willing." "

Well, isn't that it?

Wu Ling snapped his fingers and nodded as a matter of course.

As he spoke, the blue starry studs on his ear bones swayed lightly with his movements, as if they were seconding what he said.

Wu Xian looked at the dazzling blue, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, but a trace of thoughtful emotion flashed in his eyes.

Wu Ling moved his legs, which were a little numb by himself, and then Xi's feet rested on Wu Xian's legs.

Wu glanced at the foot that was on his thigh, chuckled helplessly, and pinched the white and emaciated ankle indulgently.

After feeling the ankle in his palm swaying gently because of the itch, he let go of his hand slightly, and then focused his attention on the box in Wu Ling's arms.

Wu Ling also lowered his head, and his fingers looked at the box in his arms.

He found that although there was little space in the box, there was still a lot of stuff in it.

In addition to the A4 paper, there were a lot of palm-sized cards, two rusty iron keys and some small messy things.

Wu Ling glanced at the contents a few times, and then flipped his wrist and directly and neatly buttoned all the contents of the box upside down on the table in front of the two.

"Boom-"

with a crackling sound and some flying dust.

Suddenly, seven or eight photographs, two rusty iron keys, a yellowed curled post-it note, and a bronze bird the size of a thumb fell on the table in front of Wu Xian and Wu Ling, along with the dust that had been splashed everywhere.

Wu Ling choked on the sand flying in the express, and frowned:

"Ahem, cough...... I'll go, who the hell meowed into this express and sprinkled a handful of sand, why is there so much dirt?"

he picked up his small fries with a look of disgust, and reached out and waved the dirt flying in front of him.

Wu Xian next to him also coughed slightly, frowning and waving the sand in front of him.

Suddenly, he waved his movements, as if to confirm what the smell was, his nose moved slightly, and his tone was a little hesitant:

"Why does it smell of lime?"

Wu Xian looked at the blue-white soil on the table, and frowned.

He straightened up, dipped his fingers in some of the dirt that had been spilled on the table, and then put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully.

Suddenly, an extremely familiar smell instantly poured into his nostrils.

"This is...... Rammed earth?!"

The expression on Wu Xian's face changed in an instant, and his originally gentle expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by seriousness and a hint of eccentricity.

"What's the matter, brother?" Wu Ling saw that the expression on Wu Xian's face was

wrong, and asked with some concern: "Is there anything wrong with this soil?"

Wu Xian frowned, he glanced at Wu Ling, and slowly explained:

"This is rammed earth, which is generally only unique to the tombs of some high-ranking princes and nobles.

Wu Ling blinked in shock after hearing Wu Xian's words.

He looked at the layer of white soil on Wu Xian's hand, his brain twitched, and his mouth said faster than his brain

: "I'll go, then isn't this thing the soil of other people's graves? Who is so lacking in virtue to dig up other people's ancestral graves? This must not be struck by lightning?"

Wu Xian: "......"

His action of taking the soil suddenly paused, and then he glanced at Wu Ling with a somewhat complicated expression.

Brother, what do you think of this little brain?

If this lack of virtue is really discussed, our old Wu family will definitely not be able to run up and down for several generations.

Don't say anything else, just mention now, in just one year, your brother and I have dug up at least seven or eight people's ancestral graves, if you really talk about the lack of virtue, your brother and I are the ancestors of the lack of virtue.

Our third uncle is the ancestor of the ancestor who lacks virtue.

Our old man is the ancestor of the ancestor of the ancestor who lacks virtue.

Questioning, what should I do if I scolded my ancestors and grandchildren for four or five generations?

Wu Xian took a deep breath helplessly and funny, raised his hand and wiped his face with his arm, and then took a tissue from the table next to him and wiped the white soil on his fingers.

"Ahem!"

Wu Ling also reacted at this time that he couldn't make sense of his speech, and pouted directly.

A small expression of remorse suddenly appeared on his face, and he hurriedly slapped his mouth with his hand, and hurriedly explained:

"I didn't mean that, that old brother, I mean that those who lack virtue are those who deliberately dig people's ancestral graves in order to meet their own perverted psychological needs, and specifically respond to others. "

I'm not saying we steal people's ancestors...... Forehead... This..."

Wu Ling explained, and suddenly got stuck: "......"

asked, how should I get my old business of digging sand out of the ranks of lack of morality?

Wu Ling pondered for a long time, but he didn't come up with a fart.

He is now so annoyed that he wants to slap himself to death when he just ran away from home, what kind of unabashed thing is this

? Wu Xiaoling, Wu Xiaoling, why are your mouths so fast? What is the use

of your brain? Could it be that your brain is really stuffed with yesterday's porridge? Or is it stupid to be scalded by the porridge?