Tomb Raider: The Young Captain Mojin

Wu Xie is a guy in his 20s, how can he easily kneel down and admit his mistake, "What's wrong? You asked me to fight, didn't you just hit your head? Don't rely on your old ones here."

Wu Sihua wrinkled his little nose, and a sinister smile appeared on his pink and jade-carved face, "You don't want to admit your mistake, right? Today, I will beat you until you admit your mistake."

Wu Xie sneered and said, "It was only because I was careless just now that I was attacked by surprise. Let me tell you, little milk dog, if you dare to do something again, I will not be polite to the third master."

Wu Sihua's face was full of disdain, he let go of Wu Xie and said, "Come on, let me see how impolite you little evildoer is."

Wu Xie rubbed his wrists, took two steps back, and moved his hands and feet a few times, "Little milk dog, I have practiced advanced kung fu many times in the grave, even the big rice dumplings are no match for me, you are sure you can bear it"

Wu Sihua put his hands behind his back, looked like a master, and said with his lips curled up, "I have heard that when you turn good luck into bad luck, your boy will open the coffin to kill the poor. Let me have a look today. What kind of kung fu are you, you unlucky bastard?"

Wu Xie blushed at Wu Sihua's words, and was really angry, "Hey, you little milk dog, whoever said it, you know it's all nonsense."

As Wu Xie said, he stepped forward to grab Wu Sihua's collar.

Wu Sihua stepped back half a step, his right hand grasped Wu Xie's big hand as quickly as lightning, and then pushed upwards, Wu Xie groaned in pain, and raised his knee to Wu Xihua's chest.

Wu Sihua leaped back quickly, pulling Wu Xie staggeringly, almost falling to the ground.

Before Wu Xie could stabilize his figure, Wu Sihua raised his foot and kicked Wu Xie's knee, and then pulled it along the way, Wu Xie fell directly to the ground.

Wu Sihua flipped Wu Xie's wrist, and then rode on him
crackling
Grumbling.
Wu Sihua punched and kicked for a while.

Although it only took two points of strength, Wu Xie was still beating him, crying for his father and mother, and hurriedly knelt on the ground begging for mercy, "Fourth Uncle, Fourth Uncle, please forgive me, my nephew knows I was wrong, and I will never dare to hit you again."

Wu Sihua grabbed Wu Xie by the collar, pretended to be angry, and said, "Little Poxie knows now. I just let you in before. If you want to fight with me, you are far from being an asshole."

With a shocked look on his face, Wu Xie reached out and grabbed Wu Sihua's small arm, "Are you still my fourth uncle? Why did you become so powerful all of a sudden?"

Wu Sihua was startled, the secret passage almost leaked, and he hurriedly loosened Wu Xie's collar, "I, I had a dream last night, an old god gave me an elixir, after taking it, my strength increased greatly, The blood is flowing. You better not provoke me in the future, or you won't even know your mother."

Wu Xie curled his lips, rubbed the painful part of his body and said, "Pull it down, villain. Return the old god to give you an elixir"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

"Fourth brother, what are you doing?"

Wu Sihua looked up, and it was his third brother who was nicknamed Mr. Wu.

In Wu Sihua's memory, Wu Sanye was very kind to him, much kinder than the other brothers.

"Third Brother, I'll teach Xiao Poxie how to be a nephew, tell me if I've taught you well." Wu Sihua was talking to Wu Sanye, but his eyes were on a little brother with an ancient sword on his back.

This man was 1.8 meters tall, with a stern complexion, as strong as a cheetah, and his eyes were shining brightly, which made Wu Sihua feel quite extraordinary.

Third Master Wu smiled awkwardly, "It's a good lesson. Wu Xie, are you bullying my uncle again?"

Wu Xie was beaten into a pig's head, and he faltered, "San Shu, I just hit him with a stick and he was beaten like this, please help me!"

Third Master Wu chuckled, "Fourth brother, Wu Xie is a junior, please forgive him this time."

Only then did Wu Sihua let go of Wu Xie, and pointed at the little brother next to Wu Sanye, "Third brother, who is he?"

Wu Sanye turned his head to look at his younger brother, "He is Zhang Qiling, people in the world call him Poor Oil Bottle, he is not very talkative."

Wu Sihua took a few glances at Poker Ping, and felt that this person was very unusual.

Wu Sanye was afraid that the little guy's words were insignificant and offended the little brother, so he hurriedly raised his hand and coughed a few times, then changed the subject, "Wu Xie, Da Panzi, we have a guest. The little brother introduced us to a business. I can’t go this way, so I guess you need to make a trip.”

Wu Sihua rolled his eyes, "Third brother, what business is it? Are you going to fight?"

Wu Xie never gave up the opportunity to hit this uncle, "Xia Dou has something to do with you? You are a little puppy, you should study at home, and don't disappoint the property my grandfather left you."

Wu Sihua snorted, "Xiao Poxie, does my studies have anything to do with property?"

"Of course it does matter? If you don't study well, you will definitely sell your property and marry a wife in the future. Are you sorry for my grandfather's painstaking efforts?"

"The property was left to me by my godfather. How I deal with it is my business. I want you to take care of it."

"Oh, you still dare to talk back, don't you? If it weren't for the fact that you are my uncle, I would beat you all over the place."

Wu Sihua walked towards Wu Xie, "Come on, let's see who is lying on the ground looking for teeth today?"

How dare Wu Xie fight Wu Sihua again, he hastily hid behind Wu Sanye.

"Third Master, you see, this little milk dog is getting more and more irritable, and he will attack people every now and then. In my opinion, he might even dare to hit you in the future."

Third Master Wu smiled wryly and shook his head, there was nothing he could do with these two live treasures, "Fourth brother, stop making trouble, we still have business to talk about, go and play by yourself."

After Wu Sanye finished speaking, he patted Wu Xie on the shoulder and led everyone away from the small lake.

Wu Xie proudly turned his head and glanced at Wu Sihua, meaning if he saw it.

A little milk dog is a little milk dog, and you have nothing to do with big things.

Seeing a group of people walking towards the living room gracefully, Wu Sihua rolled his eyes and kicked a cobblestone in front of him.

Partridge Whistle was famous for his marksmanship with hidden weapons in his previous life, and his accuracy was surprisingly good.

Just as the pebbles flew up, the little brother who was walking in front suddenly stopped, as if he felt something moving.

Snapped.
The stone hit the bend of Wu Xie's right leg, the guy's knee went limp, and he knelt down on one knee.

Wu Xie groaned, and when he looked back, Wu Sihua had already walked towards the small lake of the manor with his hands behind his back like a normal person.