Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie covered his nose with his arm, still choking and coughing.

My eyes were so fascinated that I couldn't open them.

When he went out, he didn't bring any handy weapons, so he could only rely on his ears to dodge the opponent's incoming attacks.

A few jingles.

It was the sound of blades clashing.

"Brother, be careful."

Wu Xie closed his eyes and asked worriedly.

The little brother is indeed very powerful in combat, but after all, he is still young, and it is barely enough for him to be able to fight with the aunt.

If it's too late, it's easy to change.

Turning his head to avoid the opponent's incoming fist, Wu Xie decided to fight quickly.

Reach out and grab the other person's arm before he can retract it, hold it in a stalemate for a moment, get close to the other person, and lift your knees hard...

Wu Xie was so close that he could even hear the ho-ho sound that was being held in his throat.

It's really like a rice dumpling.

Wu Xie thought like this and added another forceful kick.

The man who was still arrogant during the day now opened his eyes wide, revealing a large area of ​​the whites of his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes. He fell straight down, bringing up a piece of dust on the ground.

Looking at Wu Xie, his eyes were full of pain and disbelief.

Seems to be thinking.

How could there be anyone more shameless than him?

Just kick someone else's life.

The choking smoke dissipated a lot, and the shriveled and lean man was holding his lifeline, his face flushed like an inflatable doll, and he was rolling on the ground in pain.

Even though they were both men, Wu Xie was the culprit, and he couldn't help but bared his teeth in sympathy.

"I'm sorry, brother~"

Helping the younger brother to restrain the aunt, he took a deep breath as he looked at the dense bloody mouths on her body that were as wide as a thumb.

This exquisite technique is definitely Ling Chi's master.

The two thieves couldn't tell who was worse off than the other.

Wu Xie praised casually: "Brother, your sword skills are really good."

The stuffy oil bottle is playing with a big knife, and the little milk bottle is playing with a small knife.

Hahahaha.

Unexpectedly, the child put his bloody hands behind his back, as if he had done something wrong, and remained silent.

"how……"

Wu Xigang wanted to ask in detail, but was interrupted by the bustling noise coming from the distance.

It was the police officer on the train who came.

This is a bad time.

They came here to evade fares, so how could they withstand a confrontation.

The aunt and the man were each struck with a knife on the back of their necks, knocking them unconscious and dragging them to the terrace, where they were kicked under the moonlight.

The theft had nothing to do with them. As long as Wu Xie didn't steal it from him, he would just turn a blind eye and get over it.

Everyone has his own way of living, and he doesn't have such a strong sense of justice. As long as the little brother is doing well, he doesn't want to stand in the way.

But these two people actually set their sights on the younger brother. Shi Ke couldn't bear it!

In this wilderness, whether these two people live or die next, just leave it to fate.

Wu Xie wiped the child's hands clean and checked them from beginning to end. After confirming that there were no injuries or blood stains, he felt relieved.

He threw the dirty rag out of the carriage.

Wu Xie kissed the child's forehead. He was now becoming more and more proficient in doing these things and praised: "Awesome!"

It turns out that the reason why they were able to predict each other's actions today was thanks to their little brother.

Wu Xie has always firmly believed that the little brother will not abandon other people's goodwill for no reason and overturn the bowl in other people's hands without saying a word. There must be something fishy in this.

really.

After asking in private, I found out that the other party was a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Fortunately, a little of the soup in the bowl spilled on the younger brother's face due to the woman's and Wu Xie's rejection.

As soon as the little brother heard it, he felt unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

It tastes weird.

If you add something that shouldn't be added, the other party will naturally have bad intentions.

Wu Xie pretended not to notice and fell asleep at night, just waiting to see what they wanted to do.

Unexpectedly, it was because he was obsessed with the beauty of the younger brother that he wanted to traffic people!

"Look at you, you attract bees and butterflies." Wu Xie scratched the tip of the child's handsome nose.

Also, people nowadays are generally illiterate, have low levels of education, and most of their children are poorly raised. It is true that there are not many children with tender skin, tender flesh, well-behaved and quiet children like my little brother.

He complained secretly in his heart: "I have been remembered since I was a child..."

Not only is Wu Xie worried about him, but many friends also want to get a piece of the younger brother's pie.

The typical brother is not in Jianghu, but there are still legends about him in Jianghu...

Wu Xie wandered around on the train with his child in his arms, avoiding the conductor's inspections and trying his best to avoid people's sight and avoid facing the noisy crowd.

This night is destined to be restless.

Wu Xie didn't know how the last group of thieves who were caught were dealt with, and he had no time to care.

On a boring journey.

He is busy teaching his little brother how to read~

The supplies on the train were limited, so Wu Xie took an old writing brush he had found from somewhere. The pen belly was full of water, and he wrote the word "Wu Xie" on the rusty iron sheet.

"Wu——Xie——"

Wu Xie pointed to these two characters and read: "These two characters are pronounced Wu Xie."

Then he wrote a traditional Chinese version of the name, "This one is in traditional Chinese characters, and this one is in simplified Chinese characters."

The child watched quietly, "Uncle, I want to learn your name."

"Mine?" Wu Xie couldn't laugh or cry. How should he explain this? Should he teach children to write "Qi Yu"?

Wu Xie mumbled and said, "Take your time. Let's learn this first. Otherwise, when others ask you to write documents in the future, will they always write my name?"

Wu Xie let the child hold the pen, and then he held his hand, stroke by stroke, the pen was moved quickly and flexibly, the handwriting was thin and strong, and it was thin without losing its flesh. The large characters were particularly graceful and graceful.

"Look! Just make it simple."

Wu Xie simply showed it a few times and then let the children try it on their own.

He believed that someone as awesome and coaxing as my brother would definitely learn everything quickly.

However, things backfired...

After Wu Xie was defeated by the child's bad words for the nth time, he asked feebly: "Brother, why can't you read a single Chinese character? I saw you reading every day before?"

Then he asked suspiciously: "Can you understand those traditional Chinese characters?"

The child murmured for a moment and then said: "I can't understand..."

Wu Xie raised his voice in surprise, "Then you still read it every day?"

Taking the child's face into consideration, he immediately lowered his voice and carefully guessed: "Are you bored of waiting alone?"

The child shook his head honestly.

He didn't find it boring at all to wait for Wu Xie to come back. Usually, Wu Xie would come back when he was just dazed for a while.

If he doesn't come back, then he will stay in a daze for a while, which will make him feel that time has sped up a lot, and Wu Xie will be back soon.

"You can't even read, what's so interesting about a bunch of ghostly drawings?" Wu Xie just thought it was a child with a stubborn temper and refused to admit it.

"You just haven't grown up. You shouldn't be as young as you look, right? Didn't the Zhang family teach you to read and write?"

The child shook his head again, "It's just a captive blood bank."

No need to work hard to cultivate...

"It's because they are crazy, it's not your fault." Wu Xie stroked his soft hair with pity, feeling as if a tiger's butt was untouchable.

It's exciting and refreshing.