Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Preface: I have been writing to the limit every day recently. Sometimes I am too sleepy and often fail to finish the word count for the day. I update a chapter first to make up the word count, and then revise this chapter to make up the word count the next day.

When you read it, please remember to re-read the revised previous text.

Before the revision is completed, the title of that chapter will be - Don't read it because it's not finished yet.

_(:3　∠)_Don’t worry

Can you wait until I finish writing before reading it??·??·??*?? ??

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it is good?

You big head ghost!

Wu Xie glared at Zhang Qiling angrily.

As a result, the hand that had been on his neck moved further up and touched his face.

He pinched his puffy cheeks to let out the anger in Wu Xie's mouth, and said calmly: "Don't be angry."

Ah!

You said you're not angry, so you don't get angry?

Wu Xie is even more angry now!

Opening his mouth to bite the hand on his face, Zhang Qiling did not dodge or evade, allowing Wu Xie to leave a wet tooth mark under his hand.

No challenge,

Wu Xie let go of his mouth in dissatisfaction and turned his head away without looking at Zhang Qiling.

Our little bottle is fragrant, soft and cute, which makes people love it.

Staring at the little bottle who was either sleeping or still unconscious, Wu Xie's eyes unconsciously became melancholy.

I don’t know what to do with the child.

He was naturally willing to raise the child for life, but if the child stayed here, then...

If the butterfly flaps its wings, will the guy disappear?

Any idea to send it back?

But how to deliver it is another problem.

Just like he inexplicably went back to the past and grew up with his little brother, he was the one who passively endured it. Could the reason for going back be because he blew up the door?

But in fact, isn’t the bronze gate still standing well in Changbai Mountain?

Besides, he traveled through various nodes in the young man's life, and he had no idea what the medium was.

Even if he tried his best, it was difficult to explain what happened with science.

Even now, Wu Xie still often doubts himself: did everything that happened in the past really happen?

Did he really blow up the bronze door?

Now, even he himself is not sure.

Wu Xie's face was full of bitterness, and he hoped that things would naturally go their way when they reached the bridge.

Zhang Qiling sat down sideways on the hospital bed and stretched out his hand to Wu Xie.

With his palms facing up, facing Wu Xie, he said nothing.

Wu Xie looked up at Zhang Qiling in surprise, then lowered his head to look at the broad palm in front of him with clear lines, wondering absentmindedly, does this young man want him to read his palm?

But he is not blind! How could he? !

Although it is true that he is the blind man's apprentice, he has not yet learned this skill.

Wu Xie lowered his head and scratched it awkwardly, feeling very embarrassed, "Brother, I can't read it."

Zhang Qiling: =.=? Wu Xie, what do you want to see?

oO?

Zhang Qiling sighed, moved his hands, and made a gesture of holding the air, "Hand..."

"Ah?" Wu Xie was confused. He hesitated and opened his hand, placed it on Zhang Qiling's hand, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The two of them sat holding hands. Zhang Qiling just silently held Wu Xie's hand tightly without saying any words of comfort. Yet it seemed as if he had said countless words of comfort to Wu Xie.

It made Wu Xie feel that his mood had really improved.

Zhang Qiling silently demonstrated his presence and told Wu Xie: I am here, don't be afraid...

"Young man, have you recovered your memory?" Wu Xie suddenly asked.

Zhang Qiling did not answer Wu Xie directly, but asked him: "Why do you ask that?"

"A feeling..." Wu Xie said, "You have changed a lot since we first met. You are not as talkative as before, and your emotions are more reserved."

Now, if Zhang Qiling is unwilling, Wu Xie has no idea what he wants to do. This feeling is what he often had when he went to the tomb with Zhang Qiling before.

"I feel like you have matured in an instant, becoming more mature and steady. People can't help but want to rely on you at first sight." Wu Xie said with a smile.

His relaxed look made Zhang Qiling's originally tense heart relax. He nodded and said, "A few fragments, mostly things you told me."

"It seems that my story was not told in vain." Wu Xie grinned, "Do you still want to pursue your own memories now?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head.

"Why?" Wu Xie looked like he was going to get to the bottom of it. "Aren't you curious?"

Zhang Qiling still shook his head. Wu Xie was right in front of him, and his most important memory was right in front of him. He really had no curiosity to look for other memories.

Leaving Wu Xie to look for memories? That was even more impossible.

He should be a boring person with no curiosity.

Zhang Qiling thought so.

Wu Xie pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

The child woke up when the third bottle of water was about to finish.

As soon as she opened her eyes and saw Wu Xie, she burst into tears and reached out for Wu Xie to hug her.

Sobbing and shouting: "Uncle,"

"I'm here, baby. Uncle is here." Wu Xie patted the child's back and coaxed him softly.

"Uncle, I can't find you." The child buried his face in Wu Xie's arms and sobbed softly. The grievances that had been hidden in his heart for a long time burst out when he saw Wu Xie again.

He opened his mouth angrily and went to Wu Xie's chest, "Why are you leaving? Why?"

"Xiaobao, coming or leaving is not something your uncle can decide." Wu Xie wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

Compared to his pleasant expression just now, Zhang Qiling's expression now became obviously gloomy. He put his hand through the gap between Wu Xie's chest and the child, pinched the child's chin, and with a force that the child could not resist, he increased the distance between the child and Wu Xie to prevent him from biting Wu Xie.

The child's small hand tried hard to knock away the big palm on his chin, but the strength gap was too big. Zhang Qiling dealt with him as easily as a child playing house.

The struggle was futile. The child was smart and after just a few glances, he realized that Zhang Qiling's weak spot was Wu Xie. He kicked twice with his little feet and then drooped down listlessly. He stretched out his short arms towards Wu Xie and cried for Wu Xie to hold him.

Wu Xie was so shocked by what he did that he immediately hugged Zhang Qiling's arm and looked at him pleadingly, "Little brother..."

Zhang Qiling was silent, looked at Wu Xie deeply, and let go. The child fell into the quilt with a thud. The needle on the back of his hand had disappeared during the struggle and was bleeding.

Wu Xie quickly took a tissue and wiped it clean for him, and said warmly: "Press the wound for a while, and the bleeding will stop."

The child nodded obediently, "Got it, uncle."

As he said this, he glanced at Zhang Qiling provocatively.