Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Zhang Qiling had been holding Wu Xie's waist tightly in the crowd, using the force to let him lean on his arms, until Wu Xie felt the numbness in his legs gradually subside.

Noticing that the hand holding his arm began to relax, Zhang Qiling asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling better?"

Wu Xie nodded, "He's conscious now."

He didn't dare to look up to see the eyes of the people around him. He patted his hands on his waist, signaling Zhang Qiling to let go.

"Let's go back." Wu Xie said, holding Zhang Qiling's arm and walking back slowly. His feet were still a little out of control, and after a few steps he walked in a mess, just like a thousand-year-old zombie.

"Laugh if you want to." Wu Xie said to Zhang Qiling dejectedly. He knew that his walking posture was really funny now.

Zhang Qiling's eyes softened and he soothed her, "It's okay, she's very cute."

Wu Xie snorted twice and didn't want to argue with him. He just gave up and took two quick steps and rushed into the shop in one go.

Zhang Qiling followed closely behind.

"You little bastard! Get down here if you can!"

As soon as he entered the door, Wu Xie heard the fat man's loud laugh.

Confusedly asked: "What's wrong? Fatty? Who pissed you off?"

The fat man put one hand on his waist and pointed to the sky with the other, and said to Wu Xie: "Tian Nai! Take care of the kid you brought back. He is simply lawless!"

Wu Xie looked in the direction of his finger and saw Little Milk Bottle standing on top of the tall shelf, looking down at them.

"Xiaobao?" Wu Xie frowned, walked over and stood under the shelf where the child was standing, opened his arms towards him, and said, "Come down, why are you running so high? What if you fall?"

The child pursed his lips tightly, and Wu Xie knew at a glance that he was unhappy and in a bad mood.

He cleared his throat and coaxed gently, "Be good, come down."

The child looked at Wu Xie's open hands, aimed at his arms, and jumped off the counter.

She should have fallen straight into Wu Xie's arms, but in mid-air, a pair of hands grabbed her first.

The owner of these hands is Zhang Qiling.

The child was suspended in the air, kicking his legs. Before he could struggle, he was lifted up and placed steadily in Wu Xie's arms.

"Bro?"

Wu Xie shouted in surprise.

Zhang Qiling ignored him and just warned the little bottle earnestly: "From such a high place, the impact of jumping down will be too strong. He won't be able to catch it."

Nothing has happened yet, but it feels bad to be looked down upon, especially when that person is Zhang Qiling. Wu Xie angrily asked the young man: "How do you know I can't catch it? Who are you looking down upon?"

As he said this, he patted the child's butt and motioned for him to climb up and jump again.

The child buried his head in Wu Xie's arms and pretended to be dead, pretending not to know.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie helplessly, knowing that he had said something wrong, he changed his words and said, "You can catch it, but it's easy to get hurt."

"Wu Xie, your posture just now was too relaxed."

Only then did Wu Xie shut up.

This was at home, not in a tomb passage. He was indeed too relaxed and was not prepared to withstand the impact of the child jumping down.

If Zhang Qiling had not come to catch the child, and the child jumped into his arms, he would either lose his grip and the child would fall out, or his arm would be dislocated.

No matter which one it was, he didn't want to see it. After thinking about it in the end, he realized that Zhang Qiling was the most suitable person to take it.

He didn't know what to say.

The fat man was watching these two people from the side, and he was so angry that he shouted, "Is there anyone who can take care of my life or death?"

"Why are you so bad-tempered?" Wu Xie frowned and asked the fat man, "You are old, but you don't know how to be more stable."

Fatty: “You!”

The fat man glared at Wu Xie, and Wu Xie glared back without showing any weakness. The two of them glared at each other for a long time. Finally, Wu Xie gave in first because his eyes were dry from playing with his phone too much recently.

Rubbing his sore eyes, he asked, "Tell me, what's the matter, you two?"

The fat man pointed at the child and shouted, "He hit me! He jumped up and hit me! This is totally lawless, you have to do something about it!"

"Look at my stomach, there are bruises all over it!" The fat man lifted the clothes covering his stomach and showed it to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a fist-sized bruise. Judging from the size, it was indeed a child's fist.

I looked down at the child in my arms, pinched his little butt, and asked him, "Why did you hit me?"

The child pouted in grievance, leaned on Wu Xie's shoulder, and didn't want to talk.

"Tell the truth now!" Wu Xie patted his butt seriously.

"He was the one who hit my head first." The child whispered, wiped his "dry" eyes with his little hands, and choked up, "Fatty Uncle said you don't want me anymore, so he asked me to sleep with him and not disturb you..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie immediately looked at the fat man and asked him for an explanation.

"No! I didn't say that. Why are you talking nonsense, kid? How could I hit him? I just touched his head lightly!" The fat man was speechless. He thought, that's not what I meant, so why is this kid making fuel for the flames?

"Then tell me, what Xiaobao said is wrong!"

The fat man looked at Wu Xie's increasingly gloomy face and explained hurriedly: "I never said that you don't want him anymore. I just asked him to sleep with me at night."

Wu Xie looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you want him to sleep with you? How can Xiaobao sleep when you snore so loudly?"

The fat man moved his mouth a few times, not being able to say that it was for his brother's sexual happiness. He looked at Wu Xie with an expression that said, "I am doing this for your own good." Wu Xie was confused and kicked him, "Don't think I don't know what bad ideas you have in mind! Tell me the truth, what is your intention?"

The fat man glanced at Zhang Qiling and thought: You have to compensate me this time. I have taken all the blame for you two.

Closing his eyes, the fat man said boldly, "I just think this child is very cute, and I want him to live with me for two days. Fatty... I also... like children, especially those who are good-looking and don't cry or make trouble. Now that I'm older, let him live with me for a few days, so that I can enjoy the happiness of family life!"

"Is that so..." Wu Xie believed it, because he felt the same way. Who would not like such a cute little bottle?

Looking at the child in her arms, she muttered a few words, "It's really a place that attracts a lot of attention."

The child was so scared that he quickly grabbed Wu Xie's collar, fearing that Wu Xie would really let him sleep with the fat man. He said anxiously: "I want to sleep with my uncle! Not him!!!"

"Oh~ Okay, okay~" Wu Xie was relieved. Xiaopingzi really loved him the most. He patted him soothingly and said, "Don't follow him! Don't follow him. Uncle can't bear to leave our little baby."

The fat man felt annoyed when he heard this and made eyes at the young man.

He's like this now, and you don't want to do anything about it?

Zhang Qiling calmly looked away, pretending he saw nothing.

Fatty: Tsk, blinder than a blind man!

盲！

All blind!

Blind spot is good!