Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

This man was not giving up and was still trying to be tough, saying, "Brother, what are you talking about? I am Wu Xie. Ouch! Brother! What are you doing! Let me go! It hurts so much."

The hand that was pinching the back of the fake Wu Xie's neck gradually exerted force, and the fake Wu Xie's originally fair face turned liver color due to lack of oxygen.

"Clan... Clan leader..." Fake Wu Xie rolled his eyes and said with difficulty: "I am a seafarer, hurry... hurry and let go, I am going to die."

Finally stopped pretending.

Zhang Haike felt the hand on his neck was much lighter, and he breathed in fresh air and gasped for breath.

"Where is Wu Xie?" Zhang Qiling asked again.

Zhang Haike's lips trembled, and he wanted to cry but couldn't. "Chief, I didn't know! There was no one here when I came. I stood there for a while and then you pushed the door open. I didn't know where the Third Master was. QAQ. However, based on my understanding of him, I guess he is still sleeping in bed."

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, a little hesitant. He wanted to go upstairs to check if Wu Xie was there, but he was afraid that this man had run away.

"Chief, let me go!" Zhang Haike felt his two broken arms protesting violently, and the pain came to him like a tide.

They made such a loud noise downstairs that even if Wu Xie was a pig, he would have woken up.

The door of the master bedroom on the second floor was opened, and Wu Xie came out with a messy hair. He leaned on the railing and looked at the two people entangled downstairs leisurely.

After a brief thought, he understood the whole story. He raised his chin towards Zhang Haike with a mixture of laughter and tears, and said jokingly, "Haike, Haike, I really don't want to say anything bad about you. You are already old, but you still love to play so much. When will you learn your lesson?"

"Is this all right? You're shooting yourself in the foot. You deserve it!"

That smug little look made Zhang Haike feel angry.

Damn,

Use your power to bully others!

The fox is taking advantage of the tiger's might!!!

"Clan leader! Let me go!" Zhang Haike whispered to Zhang Qiling behind him, "Wu Xie is standing there fine, what else do you want from me?"

He used the same face as Wu Xie and acted as if he was aggrieved. Zhang Qiling felt physically uncomfortable and immediately reached out to tear off the human skin mask on his face.

I didn't expect it.

But it came up empty.

No human skin mask?!

This face is real? ?

Zhang Qiling was a little confused, and he glanced at Zhang Haike's fingers unconsciously. They were normal people's hands...

what happened?

How could there be two Wu Xie?

Zhang Qiling couldn't figure it out and frowned deeply.

"Okay, little brother, let him go. He is one of us." Wu Xie saw that Zhang Qiling was reluctant to let Zhang Haike go, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter. He knew that he couldn't figure it out, so he said, "Come up and I will tell you."

As soon as Zhang Qiling loosened his hand, Zhang Haike quickly moved away from him like a mouse seeing a cat, and even managed to reconnect his broken arm on his own.

Zhang Qiling went upstairs and looked at Zhang Haike, who was sitting on the sofa with a well-behaved look on his face and trying hard to pretend that he was harmless. He was still a little worried about letting him stay at home.

Wu Xie put his hand on his shoulder, patted it soothingly, and said to him, "It's okay, let's go."

As he spoke, he pushed the person into the house.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Little Milk Bottle asked, struggling to stick his head out from the heavy bedding.

Wu Xie rubbed his red cheeks and said, "It's okay, get up and put on your clothes, and go downstairs to have breakfast."

The little bottle nodded.

Wu Xie was amused by Zhang Qiling's stern face, and patted his cheek, saying, "Don't worry, it's all over."

After briefly explaining what happened to Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie helped him tidy up his clothes. Like an elder looking at an ignorant child, he said gently, "Anyway, Haike and you are childhood friends. He has helped us a lot. You should not take some things to heart. Treat him the same as before."

Zhang Qiling moved his mouth and protested softly: "I don't remember how I treated him before."

"Just like now, with a sullen face and looking like he doesn't want to talk to anyone." Wu Xie laughed, lightly lifted his chin with his fingertips, looked at Zhang Qiling's face, and said.

Two people were talking sweetly to their kids upstairs when suddenly there was a sound of a bowl breaking downstairs.

And the little bottle's series of shouts: "Uncle! Uncle!"

Wu Xie slapped his head.

faint!

I forgot that Haike was still down there. This guy must have been unwilling to give up and went to tease Little Milk Bottle again.

Little Naiping put on his clothes by himself, and when he saw that Wu Xie had not finished talking to Zhang Qiling, he went downstairs alone.

"Da da da, da da da,"

When Zhang Haike looked up, he saw a miniature version of the clan leader, running down the stairs with short legs, trembling all over, which made his heart melt with cuteness.

His body reacted first and he quickly walked to the door and hid behind it. He waited until little Milk Bottle sat on the stool and started eating breakfast before he walked out leisurely.

"Uncle." Little Milk Bottle called him. Zhang Haike nodded reservedly, feeling secretly happy.

It turns out that there is a little patriarch hidden in Wu Xie’s family. He couldn’t abduct the big one, so could he not take the little one away?

quack quack!

Zhang Haike looked at the small bottle with a gleam in his eyes.

The little baby was stunned, the bun in his hand fell on the table, and he asked worriedly: "Uncle, are you sick?"

"No." Zhang Haike said with a smile, facing Wu Xie's face, but after thinking about it, he changed his words.

Holding his forehead, he pretended to be weak and said, "Ah, yes, I feel a little uncomfortable. Can you accompany me to the hospital?"

Little Milk Bottle nodded seriously, jumped off the stool, and said, "Okay, I'll go find Zhang Qiling."

"What are you looking for him for?"

Little Milk Bottle thought that the uncle's question was strange. Of course, if you are sick, you should let the adults know.

"Then I'll go find Fatty Uncle." Little Milk Bottle said as he was about to leave, but was grabbed back by Zhang Haike.

"Hey! You come back!"

Zhang Haike held the soft little bottle and walked towards the door at a brisk pace. "Just stay with me. No need to bother them."

"Uncle, when and where did we first meet?" Little Bottle looked at Zhang Haike with burning eyes and suddenly asked.

Zhang Haike naturally couldn't answer, so he tried to get away with it by being vague, "It was...some time ago..."

The little bottle struggled and shouted upstairs: "Uncle! Uncle!!!"

"Hey hey hey! Don't scream! Don't scream!" Zhang Haike wanted to cover his mouth, but it was too late, and was bitten hard by the fierce little bottle.

The little bottle yelled at the top of his lungs: "Zhang Qiling!!!"

(Little Bottle: There are bad guys who want to kidnap me QAQ)