Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Now Wu Xie had no chance to be lazy. He wrapped himself up like a ball every day and stood on the street in front of Wushanju, selling his products to passers-by.

Zhang Qiling was holding the child, guarding the stall, and watching Wu Xie and the fat man soliciting customers with an expressionless face.

Generally speaking, Zhang Qiling is not responsible for calculating the bill. The fat man thinks he looks cold and is afraid that he will scare away customers. His and the child's existence mainly serves as a mascot.

But gradually, Fatty and Wu Xie felt something was wrong. Why were there always little girls running to tease the children and then asking the boy where the payment code was?

It's such a big code, and it's hung on both of them. The payment codes are also posted everywhere on the stall. Anyone with normal vision can see it, right?

The child frowned and pushed away the nth person's dirty hand on his face. He patted Zhang Qiling's chest, signaling him to let him go. He didn't want to stay outside anymore. The people outside were too scary. He wanted to go home!

If these people were not brought by his uncle, he would have beaten them up long ago. He has no sense of propriety at all. Does he know them?

Come up and touch his face.

Hate!

The weather in the south is cold and gloomy in winter. People who know about it know that it is difficult to resist the cold wind no matter how many clothes you wear. Among them, except for the young man who has a strong physique and the ability to withstand the cold like a polar bear, it seems that the cold does not exist for him.

Just wear a tight high-necked base layer inside and a windbreaker outside.

The other three, Wu Xie, the fat man, and the child, were all wrapped up like a ball in three layers of wrapping.

Only Zhang Qiling stood in the biting cold wind, with his slender figure and beautiful face, deep and restrained, as if he was a quiet winter lake, waiting for his own demise in silence.

He is very different from the other fat guys around him.

Of course it's a tight hole.

Zhang Qiling loosened his hand, and the child landed steadily on the ground. He struggled to spread his short legs and squeezed out from the gap between the people surrounding them.

The child had too many clothes on and would get stuck no matter where he walked. He tugged at his collar in annoyance, with slight sweat on his head.

He didn't feel cold, but his uncle insisted on making him wear so many clothes. It was no use begging for mercy. Now he was stuck here and couldn't move.

Little Milk Bottle stood slantingly in the crowd, looking hopeless.

It was Zhang Qiling who noticed his predicament, raised his foot and gently kicked the child on the butt, kicking him out.

The child touched his butt, staggered twice and stood firm outside the crowd. When he looked back, he could no longer see Zhang Qiling, but only the thighs of a group of little girls.

For a moment, the child didn't know whether to scold Zhang Qiling for kicking him in the butt, or to thank Zhang Qiling for saving him from suffering?

Because the pants were too thick, the child's legs could not bend, which affected his walking. The child could only lift his left leg straight up like a zombie, jump to the left with his right foot, step on the ground with his left foot, then lift his right leg, and do the same thing, hopping into the shop.

A few girls who were attracted by the child's appearance also followed and walked into Wushanju.

Wu Xie and Fatty looked at each other. Because of the door curtain, they couldn't see what happened inside the shop, but they knew that Little Milk Bottle was probably unhappy.

"How naive..." The fat man touched his chin, approached Wu Xie with a smile, and said, "We work so hard, but it seems that we are not as good as you. The girls nowadays are superficial and they only love the face. Don't be discouraged. At least you were handsome when you were young. We can't compare with you. After all, everyone gets old, but you are still young forever."

"Be open-minded and don't be jealous or angry. Our love is more profound than theirs." The fat man patted Wu Xie's shoulder and said earnestly, "I'll go tell the little brother and ask him to go back too."

Wu Xie grabbed the fat man and asked curiously, "Why do you want me to go back?"

The fat man narrowed his eyes and said, "Aren't you jealous that this guy is surrounded by a group of young girls?"

Wu Xie touched his face, wondering if it was because he had accidentally eaten qilinjie in the Lu Palace, the years had left few traces on his face, making him age much slower than most people.

After experiencing the strange formation and blood from the young man last time, he even felt that his skin had become much smoother.

Hearing this, Wu Xie touched his face, which was nearly 40 years old but had no fine lines at all, and asked the fat man, "Am I much older than when I was in my 20s? I don't think I look old..."

Could it be that those involved are confused while those who are not involved can see things clearly? So he himself can't see it?

Wu Xie wore a sky blue fluffy hat in the shape of an ice cream bucket, a white long cotton coat and snow boots. His bookish face was mostly covered by a dark blue scarf.

Apart from the pair of eyes that had returned to peace after so much trouble, it was really hard for the fat man to tell Wu Xie that he was old...

Speechless and choked.

Okay, okay, only the fat guy has really grown old. All of you seem to have taken eternal youth pills. One or two of you still have the same face after more than ten years.

The fat man grabbed Wu Xie's neck and asked him quietly, "Tian Zhen, tell me the truth! Did the little brother secretly feed you some magic medicine? When I saw you ten years ago, you looked like this. Ten years later, I saw you again, and you still look like this. You are not a thousand-year-old zongzi that has become a spirit, right?"

Wu Xie was amused, so he pushed him away and said something that is very popular on the Internet: "You are the zongzi, and I am a beauty that cannot be defeated by time!"

The fat man made a vomiting gesture and cursed, "Disgusting!"

It is worth mentioning that the dark blue scarf around Wu Xie’s neck was originally tied around the young man’s neck, but later on, for some reason, it was tied around Wu Xie’s neck by Zhang Qiling.

Wang Meng was sitting behind the counter playing Minesweeper. When the curtain moved, he was so scared that he stood up immediately, closed his eyes and shouted: "Boss! I'm not lazy, I've washed all the sweet potatoes for tomorrow! Just sat down..." Rest...

Huh?

Wang Meng opened his eyes and saw no one. There was a strange sound, but he could hear a tapping sound. So he leaned half of his body out from the counter and when he looked down, he saw Little Milk Bottle hopping in. His walking posture was funnier than that of a zombie.

You know what, he moves pretty fast, very carefully.

Like a clockwork puppet, it made Wang Meng burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Little boss, what are you doing? Are you trying to imitate the little swan and dance the cha-cha?"

The child did not have a specific name. After all, he was no longer Zhang Qiling, nor was he the little brother that Wu Xie called him. In order to distinguish between big and small bottles, Wu Xie always called the child by nicknames, such as baby, good boy, little treasure, etc., depending on his mood.

Wang Meng couldn't bring himself to call him such a greasy name, after all, she was not his girlfriend, and he couldn't call him a child like Zhang Qiling and the fat man. After all, Wu Xie was his boss, and he would deduct his salary if he heard it!

Since the boss dotes on this child so much, and the boss has no other children, Wang Meng simply calls Little Milk Bottle the little boss.