Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

That is such a shame!!!

He Wu Xie!

He had survived so many dangerous ancient tombs and so many ruthless people who wanted to kill him. If he ended up drowning by the lake because he was farting by the lake and his legs were numb, it would be really hard for him to resist the urge to resurrect as a zombie.

Never let this happen!

So Wu Xie was shivering in the cold wind, waiting for those guys in the shop to notice that something was wrong with him and come to rescue him QAQ

finally,

He waited for Zhang Qiling.

The fat man stood far away in the shop watching the two people hugging each other. He didn't know what was going on. He touched his chin and asked curiously: When did these two become so open in their play?

There are so many living people watching in broad daylight. They are not just a bunch of dumplings. How can they just hug each other as if no one is around?

"Uncle, why did you hold that person for so long?" Little Milk Bottle said sourly as he stood at the fat man's feet.

The fat man looked down at him. This little brat had always slept with Wu Xie.

Then he thought about the last time he saw a child sitting alone on the floor on the second floor, crying silently, with his feet hanging in the air through the gap in the railings on the second floor, and his little head resting between the two railings. Because his head was a little big, it couldn't pass through the gap in the railings, so he had to hang there like that, looking so depressed that the fat man was so scared that he hurried upstairs to see what was going on.

"What are you doing sitting here?" the fat man squatted down and asked for no reason.

In fact, without asking, he could probably guess that the child was most likely thrown out by the younger brother.

The child sat there motionless, ignoring the fat man who suddenly appeared, and just stopped his eyes from shedding little pearls.

Being seen by others, I feel a little embarrassed...

After a long while, she choked up and said, "Uncle... broke his promise. He said he loved me the most..."

After saying this, his mouth pursed and he wanted to cry again.

He doesn't cry easily unless he is really sad.

"He...he has someone else now...wuwu..."

No wonder you don’t want me anymore, woooooo

The little bottle felt more and more sad as he thought about it. His entire face was covered with water marks. Tears that could not be wiped away kept dripping from his chin and nose, falling on the floor with a "pat, plop" sound. It felt like the floor would be soaked in the next second.

The fat man was stunned and thought that this kid was really naive, but if he wanted to compete with the young man, wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

Who can compare to the position that little brother holds in Tian Zhen’s heart?

The fat man complained in his heart.

Probably because of his age, he had a rare bit of fatherly love. He patted the child's head and said, "Don't cry. Fatty, I'll give you some advice."

This caught the attention of Little Bottle, who turned around and rubbed his nose with the Fatty's pajamas, then looked up at him with tearful eyes, waiting for him to continue.

Fatty:.......

Suddenly I don’t want to talk about it!

Damn it, you are so unhygienic, do whatever you want, I don’t care.

Little Milk Bottle grabbed the fat man who was about to leave and asked with a sob, "Why don't you say anything?"

Well, he was entangled.

The fat man fainted, turned around and asked him: "If I don't tell you today, you will pester me until I tell you, right?"

The little bottle nodded.

Of course!

The fat man then said silently to the door: Brother, don’t say that I don’t help you, it’s because this kid is so difficult to deal with.

(ps: Are you really not looking for an excuse to clear your name?)

"I'm going to tell you today, only crying children get candy, but it's useless for someone like you to hide secretly and cry without making any sound!"

"You have to let people know you're crying, understand?"

The child looked at him blankly, obviously not understanding.

He was thrown out by that bad guy. Uncle is still taking a shower and doesn’t know. Won’t he know when uncle comes out?

Yelling and shouting is definitely not his style. He thinks that this is something only weak people would do, and people would look at him like a clown.

Compared to this, he prefers to stay calm and give the enemy a fatal blow at the critical moment.

After all, his strength was too weak compared to that of an adult, and it was precisely because of his calmness that he survived danger time and time again and did not die in the cold and dark tomb passage.

The child lowered his head in disappointment, thinking that the fat man's idea was just like that. He patted the fat man's calf with his little hand, indicating that he could leave.

The fat man groaned, then ran to pound on the door, knocking and shouting, "Innocent! Innocent! Your child is—" outside...

Before the fat man could finish his words, the door opened with a click. The person who opened the door was Zhang Qiling with an expressionless face. The fat man hit nothing and fell forward due to inertia. Zhang Qiling grabbed his shoulders and helped him up.

The fat man's quick eyes swept around the room and found that the unlucky kid Tian Zhen was not there. He thought to himself: Isn't this harming me, the fat man?

He gave Little Bottle a look that told him to fend for himself, and said with an awkward smile: "I came to look for Tian Zhen. Since he's not here, I'll go back first. I'm just sleepy. See you tomorrow..."

Although the fat guy is fat, he runs very fast. He ran downstairs and back to his room.

He closed the door with a "bang" and immediately stood against it, listening to the noise upstairs.

Zhang Qiling and Little Naiping stared at each other. Thinking of the tear marks on his face, Little Naiping felt ashamed and lowered his head. He felt that he could not compete with Zhang Qiling anymore.

Zhang Qiling returned to the room. The child looked at the door with disappointment. Just when he thought the door was going to be closed again, Zhang Qiling did not close the door.

Little Milk Bottle stared blankly at Zhang Qiling who reappeared at the door, not knowing what he wanted to do.

I forgot to close the door just now, but now I remember it. Do you want to come out and close it?

Zhang Qiling came out with paper, squatted in front of the small bottle, took out a few pieces of paper, gently wiped the tears from the child's face, and used a clean tissue to wipe the child's nose without any disgust.

Little Milk Bottle was stunned for a moment, then realized what the bad guy had just done to him. His cheeks suddenly turned red, he covered his face with his hands, and backed away in panic.

I feel a bit embarrassed to be in front of this bad guy.

"what are you doing?"

The child looked at Zhang Qiling in doubt and surprise. He was the one who threw him out, and he was also the one wiping his tears. He had no idea what kind of medicine was in his coffin.

When the house was being renovated, because they didn't take into account that they would have children, the gap between the railing and the floor on the second floor was quite large.

Zhang Qiling was afraid that he would fall, so he quickly stopped the child from behind with his hand.