Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

"Brother, come on, let's change our clothes."

Wu Xie took the new clothes and wanted to change the child into it. Unexpectedly, the child resisted even more and jumped out of his arms.

Ran……

"Hey!" Wu Xie was seriously injured, so he couldn't catch the little brother who was as slippery as a loach.

I could only hold on to the door handle and shout from a distance: "Brother! Why are you running? Come back quickly."

"Uncle, I--"

"He's really not a bad person."

Seeing the child running faster after hearing this, Wu Xie touched his face in frustration.

I……

Looks so scary?

"Here——"

Suddenly his eyesight went dark, and Wu Xie was so frightened that he took a few steps back before he could clearly see the black shadow in front of him.

It's little brother...

It’s the little brother who can fly! ! !

"Why did this child run away?" Zhang Qiling grabbed the child's back collar without caring and carried him to Wu Xie, "Here, I caught it for you."

Wu Xie angrily took the child over and touched the child's red neck, "Do you think he is a toy?"

"How can you, such a fragile child, be dangling around like a bag of fruit?"

"What should I do if I'm suffocated?!"

Zhang Qiling, who was doing good things with good intentions, asked in surprise: "Will he die? I didn't put a knife on his neck."

"roll!"

"Snapped--"

The door was closed with great force. If he got a few millimeters closer, Zhang Qiling's face would be in danger.

"interesting……"

Zhang Qiling touched his chin and sighed: "It's so interesting..."

A playful smile appeared on his face, like a child who got a new toy.

"Brother, he didn't hurt you, did he?" Wu Xie touched the child's red neck distressedly, and there was a clear mark on the fair and tender skin.

The child didn't speak, his head was lowered, his face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you running? Why aren't you talking?" Wu Xie knelt down and was much taller than the child. Looking at the cute hair curls on the child's head, his heart softened a lot.

"Brother, no one is a roundworm in your belly. If you don't tell me, no one will know what you really want and need."

Wu Xie put his fingers on the child's chin, raised his head, and whispered persuasion.

"Speak, okay? Don't refuse to communicate, okay? Little bottle."

The child's blackberry-like eyes stared at Wu Xie for a long time, as if he was thinking about the credibility of Wu Xie's words, and his tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly.

"who are you?"

His voice was thin and soft, but his eyes were fierce.

He stared straight at Wu Xie, not missing any expression on his face, as if he wanted to see through him.

People are as big as little devils.

Wu Xie smiled, with a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth: "Just an ordinary person."

The child was obviously not satisfied with his answer and stood farther away from him.

This way you don't have to look up at him.

Then he asked: "Do you know my parents?"

"I've heard some rumors." Wu Xie simply sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his chin and asked: "Do you still remember them?"

The child shook his head silently, "I don't remember."

"Can you tell me why you ran away just now?" Wu Xie asked the question he wanted to know most: "Am I so scary?"

The child took a closer look at Wu Xie's appearance and smiled, "It's good-looking, but I don't need your overwhelming sympathy."

Wu Xie stretched out a finger and shook it left and right: "no, no, no!"

"You are wrong, I am only good to you."

The child looked at him, his big round eyes unable to hide his emotions, and asked doubtfully and innocently, "Why? What is your purpose?"

"You'll know later." Wu Xie rushed over and picked up the child, "How about we change clothes first? Are you not cold even with so little clothes on?"

"got used to."

The child said coldly.

The small one nestled in Wu Xie's arms, as light as a ball of air.

But Wu Xie felt very distressed and kissed him on the cheek, "From now on, you have to tell me when you are cold, hot, thirsty or full, you know?"

"Oh."

Oh?

His heart and eyes were full of distress, so this little guy was going to be dry, right?

Mad!

The child suddenly laughed, with a light smile that looked like crying and laughing at the same time. He pointed at Wu Xie's frown and commented, "Uncle, you are so strange."

Wu Xie's attention went astray.

he……

He he he!

Brother calls me uncle?

This is a huge advantage.

Hehe hehe

Under the gradually stunned expression of the child, Wu Xie reluctantly suppressed his smile and spread out the small clothes on the bed.

"Come, uncle will help you get dressed."

As soon as this self-identification came out, Wu Xie couldn't help feeling secretly happy.

He tried hard to control the corners of his mouth, but still raised them little by little, gradually becoming shoulder to shoulder with the sky...

"I send myself to wear..."

The child was so frightened that he could not speak clearly.

Wu Xie touched the corners of his mouth to make sure there was no drool, and then watched the child jump from his arms to the bed to get dressed.

Mouth silently.

Don't be a pervert,

Don't be a pervert,

Don't be a pervert, I'm still young,

Still young,

Still young...

"What's in your hand?" Wu Xie, who had sharp eyes, saw something and asked.

I saw a dark brown strip of cloth wrapped around the child's hand, with a darker color in the middle, and it was obviously wet.

"Shall we change together?" Wu Xie said: "Do you have the conditions to take a bath? If so, let's go and take a bath together."

Seeing that the child ignored his plan, Wu Xie just thought it was the small bottle that had finally been opened and closed again. He wanted to help, but the child pushed it away with a "snap".

When Wu Xie waved his hand in front of him, he smelled a very faint smell of rust.

He who has been wandering around with swords all year round can be sure that,

This is the taste of blood.

"Are you injured? Who hit you?" Wu Xuan asked hurriedly. Seeing that the child did not resist, he carefully held his hand and opened the dirty cloth strips on his hand.

Bone-deep stab wounds crisscrossed the child's delicate wrist bones.

Some have scarred, leaving only uneven skin; some are still bleeding.

Wu Xie exploded immediately.

Thinking of the messages I once "saw"...

My heart, which had been ruined by him over the years, beat hard.

Some pain.

My mind suddenly became a little dizzy, and the scar on my arm started to hurt as if it were being pricked with needles.

"Does it hurt?"

Wu Xie's voice was hoarse and his pale lips trembled: "Brother, does it hurt?"

The voice was full of pity, and the eyes were filled with deep annoyance.

Why did you find out now?

I know that my brother may not have had a good life when he was a child.

Why didn't you check the child for any injuries the first second you confirmed he was the younger brother?

As if confused, the child stretched out his short fingers and touched the end of Wu Xie's red eye that looked like it was bleeding. A cold and childish voice sounded.

"It doesn't hurt."

The voice gradually overlapped with the long-lost voice in Wu Xie's memory.

Wu Xie,

It doesn't hurt.