Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie stroked his chin, a smile on his face, knowing the truth but pretending to be confused, he asked softly, "What's going on? Today is the annual New Year's Day! How can you have such a sour face on the first day of the year?

Are you worried about something? Tell me, your dear brother/uncle, I will definitely help you solve it~"

Bottle baby, small milk bottle:........

As soon as Wu Xie said this, it gave people a faint sense of human-machine.

"Come on, smile!" Wu Xie stretched out his hand, pinched the corner of Pingbao's mouth, and gently pulled it upwards, making him put on a stiff smile.

"Brother," Ping Bao was still teased by Wu Xie, and said sadly: "If you feel annoyed, I can leave..."

His drooping eyelashes covered his face like wings, casting a large shadow, making him look extremely pitiful.

"Oh my, what's wrong? I just came back early for something. Why is it so serious?" Wu Xie immediately hugged him with heartache.

The little baby bottle hung his head listlessly, and silently but with full presence squeezed between the legs of the two people hugging each other.

Wu Xie lowered his head, feeling helpless and amused.

"Oh, how could you forget our little treasure? Come here, uncle will hold you."

Wu Xie reached out and pressed the little bottle's head, saying with a mixture of laughter and tears.

Wu Xie was in a panic here, trying to please everyone, trying to appease this one and that one, and was very busy.

But judging by his appearance, he must be enjoying it.

On the other side, the fat man nudged Zhang Qiling with his elbow, gave a bad idea with a sly smile, and said, "Hey! Young man, do you want to join in the fun?"

Zhang Qiling said nothing, as if he hadn't heard it. He stood there and looked at Wu Xie for a while, then went about his own business.

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As I write this, this article is almost coming to an end. I didn’t expect that a year has passed without me noticing. I have really been overdue for too long.

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In the new year, as usual, other members of the Zhang family should come to visit their patriarch.

But I don't know whether they still have remnants of resentment towards Wu Xie, or they think that the clan leader living in someone else's house is a disgrace to their Zhang family. One after another, like snowflakes spinning and falling over the West Lake, they came one after another, all inviting the young man to their mansions, or simply buying him a house outside, persuading Zhang Qiling not to live in Wu Xie's house anymore...

What a pity,

None of these letters reached our little brother Qingqing.

Don’t these idiots ever think that Zhang Qiling is someone who would go to pick up a package for no reason?

Wu Xie threw the thick stack of envelopes on the table, curled his lips in silence. In the end, it seemed as if the letter was written specifically for him, Wu Xie. These guys were making veiled insinuations about him, Wu Xie.

"Dingling bell~"

A gust of wind rushed in, and the bell hanging on the door made a clear and pleasant sound.

"Master San, your letter." The postman took out a stack of envelopes as thick as a brick from his bag, handed them to Wu Xie, and joked, "Master San, you are in debt to many girls. You receive such a pile of envelopes every day. If you can't make it, you can write back to the girls so that they won't be obsessed with you anymore. Hahahaha..."

Wu Xie rolled his eyes at him. The cool breeze from outside blew in. He felt so cold that he tightened his clothes. He said helplessly, "How can this be called a peach blossom debt? It's more like a peach blossom calamity. It's all my ancestors, ancestors!"

"You are the living devil who wants to kill me!"

"How could that be possible? Nowadays, there are very few people who are willing to pick up a pen and write a letter. She is willing to send you one letter after another, and she is not tired of grinding ink, moistening the pen, and affixing stamps over and over again. It can be seen that she is a very patient person. There are not many such people nowadays. You must cherish her, young master."

The postman was in a hurry to deliver a letter to the next house, so he got a cup of hot water from Wu Xie and left. Before leaving, he kept mumbling to Wu Xie, asking him to reply as soon as possible.

Wu Xie remained silent, but raised his middle finger towards the postman's back.

━((*'д｀)爻('д｀*))━!!!!

What kind of bullshit patience?!

Who would have thought that these old folks like to write letters simply because they are too old and have lived too long?

Looking at the pile of letters on the table, Wu Xie felt annoyed, but he had to open each one and take a look to avoid missing important information.

this day,

As usual, Zhang Qiling came back from his morning run with a big bag of steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk and other breakfast items in his hands. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Wu Xie standing in the middle of the lobby, wearing clothes he had never seen before.

Although they were both ordinary black, their clothes were placed together. Zhang Qiling was very sure that this set of clothes was something Wu Xie had never had before, the style was different, and the expression on Wu Xie's face was also very strange.

Fortunately, after seeing me, Wu Xie's eyes lit up, just like before.

Zhang Qiling thought he was still asleep, so he quickly came in and closed the door. Wu Xie was wearing little, so he must not catch a cold.

"Brother!" Wu Xie called out to Zhang Qiling as usual.

Zhang Qiling paused as he closed the door. He felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart. He turned around and looked at Wu Xie seriously, and asked, "New clothes?"

"Yes, I just bought it. Do you think it looks good?" Wu Xie asked with a smile.

Zhang Qiling didn't rush to comment, he just raised the bun in his hand and said, "Eat breakfast."

"Here I am," Wu Xie walked over and wanted to take the bun from Zhang Qiling's hand.

Zhang Qiling stood there indifferently, watching Wu Xie walk towards him step by step with indifference. In the depths of the lake, which was as calm as a deep pool, there was a thick layer of ice.

At this moment when Wu Xie's hand was about to touch Zhang Qiling, when he still had a smile on his face that he thought was perfect, when his eyebrows were curved, and he had Wu Xie's usual laziness and easy-going attitude, everything was so perfect.

But before the hands touched him, Zhang Qiling suddenly attacked, grabbed the man's wrist, pulled it to the side, and then twisted the man's hands behind his back at an incredible angle.

With two crisp "cracks", the man's arm was dislocated.

"Wu Xie" didn't expect Zhang Qiling to suddenly attack. He reacted quickly and wanted to struggle, but Zhang Qiling had already taken the initiative, and it became difficult for him to resist again.

But this person was also a tough guy. Apart from the initial exclamation, he didn't say a word afterwards.

You have to know that Zhang Qiling did not hold back at all, and he did not make a sound despite the severe pain. You can imagine how much he could endure.

Zhang Qiling gritted his teeth, the anger in his eyes growing more and more intense, the veins on his hand that was pinching the back of the man's neck bulged, it was a sign that he was trying his best to endure, he was trying to suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

He asked sternly, "Where is Wu Xie?"

He didn't care who this person was or why he had to pretend to be Wu Xie.

He only cares about Wu Xie......

Is it still safe...