Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

"Zhang Haike!"

Wu Xie shouted, "Stop!"

I'm not stupid. If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. How embarrassing would that be?

Zhang Haike was feeling very proud and ignored Wu Xie's words, and was about to run away.

However, the door, which was originally open with only a thermal insulation curtain hanging on it, was suddenly closed from the outside.

and many more!

Zhang Haike's eyes widened. It was too late to brake. He was about to crash into the wooden board. He decided to go all out and kicked a hole in the door.

A great force came from behind Zhang Haike, and Zhang Qiling grabbed his collar, abruptly stopping his forward momentum.

Not only did it save the door, but it also avoided adding further damage to Wushanju's shaky finances.

"Oh shit! I'm going to be strangled to death!!!"

The high-quality collar was wrapped around Zhang Haike's neck like a tight hoop due to inertia, making his cheeks red and his eyes bulge.

He coughed violently: "Cough... cough!"

The door was opened again, and Pingbao walked in with a cold face and flicked the snow off his body.

Zhang Haike stared at Pingbao in a daze, muttering to himself, "Another...another clan leader..."

Ping Bao frowned as he looked at the fake brother in front of him, feeling very annoyed. There was only one Wu Xie, and he hated all those who pretended to be his brothers!

I tried to touch the human skin mask on the man's face, but unexpectedly found nothing.

Now,

Pingbao and Zhang Haike stared at each other in surprise and suspicion, and both felt that the other was wearing a particularly realistic human skin mask on his face.

Wu Xie hurried over, snatched the pitiful little bottle from Zhang Haike's hand, and spat at the trafficker, "Don't you see if this is your child? You just snatched it? Have you had enough of living?"

"Uncle," Little Bottle hugged Wu Xie's neck tightly and called softly.

But Wu Xie was so distressed that he coaxed her, "It's okay, it's okay. He was just joking with you. Are you scared?"

"Zhang Haike!" Wu Xie glared at Zhang Haike and said, "Hurry up and apologize! You scared Xiao Pingzi! Otherwise, I will make you pay for it!"

"What a joke! Look at him..."

"Hmm?" Zhang Qiling and Pingbao took a step closer to Zhang Haike, not saying a word, just looking at him.

Is that what being frightened looks like?

Zhang Haike, who wanted to get away with it, kept silent and apologized honestly: "My dear, I'm so sorry, uncle didn't mean it."

Zhang Haike "sincerely" apologized to the little bottle.

Little Milk Bottle sneered, feeling that he was being taken advantage of again.

"Bad guy!"

After saying that, she turned her head, buried her face in Wu Xie's arms, and ignored him.

Zhang Haike looked at Wu Xie with an innocent face and spread his hands to indicate that he did nothing.

As the Chinese New Year was approaching, Wu Xie had a lot of things to deal with. Zhang Haike's sudden visit only caused a small splash in their peaceful life, and the matter was just over.

The fat man slept until noon. When he came out and saw Zhang Haike, he exclaimed in surprise: "Wow! What a rare visitor."

Zhang Haike smiled and persevered in coaxing the baby with the small toy. Only he knew what was going on in his heart.

He came here with an important mission!

I must bring the little clan leader back!!!

The little baby's face was so tense that it looked as if the words "I hate you" were written all over it.

Little Milk Ping was very annoyed by Zhang Haike's harassment. He had many small dolls caught from claw machines at home. He stood in front of the basket where the dolls were kept and picked up each one to throw at Zhang Haike.

His aim was very good and he could basically hit every target on the head, but Zhang Haike, that scoundrel, seemed to be completely unaware of Little Milk Bottle's temper and stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster.

It’s too difficult and annoying!

Little Milk Bottle couldn't bear it any longer and threw a punch. His fist, which was the size of a Hangzhou soup dumpling, hit Zhang Haike's eye socket hard, causing him to scream in pain.

The others who heard the noise turned around. Wu Xie came over while talking on the phone and walked away holding the small bottle. Zhang Haike was not discouraged when he saw that his target of harassment was gone.

It doesn’t matter, even if the younger one is gone, there is still an older one at home.

Zhang Haike had a sly smile on his face and approached Ping Bao, "Little brother~~~"

Pingbao already knew that he was Zhang Haike, but when he saw him with that face, he felt uncomfortable all over. He punched Zhang Haike in the remaining intact eye socket without hesitation.

"Don't you have your own face? Don't make such an expression in front of your brother's face." Pingbao snorted coldly and said.

Zhang Haike felt pain and covered his eyes with his hands, standing there in silence. There was still a smile on his lips, but the smile was somewhat bitter.

Some things... once you start, it's hard to go back to the way it was.

The fat man who liked to watch the fun came over and took away Zhang Haike's hands that were covering his eyes. Two fist marks, one big and one small, were very obvious.

The fat man laughed out loud: "He was beaten like a panda, but he still has uneven eyes~"

The culprit had already gone far away. Zhang Haike looked at the fat man helplessly, silently raised his middle finger at him, and went to find Wu Xie.

Wu Xie was still on the phone. He held Little Milk Bottle's butt with one hand and held him in his arms. It might be a bad habit he developed from playing with antiques over the years. His hand was like he was grinding walnuts, and he rubbed Little Milk Bottle's butt unconsciously~

The little baby's face was buried in Wu Xie's arms, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The little ears that were exposed were indeed pink and white, and he had a round head, a round brain, and a round butt, which was very cute.

Wu Xie noticed Zhang Haike coming over and seemed to have something to say, so he hung up the phone and asked him, "What's wrong with your eyes? Are they swollen from crying?"

Zhang Haike curled his lips.

Your eyes are swollen from crying, so they are uneven, right?!

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell where these two huge fists came from, right?

However, Zhang Haike was too lazy to think about whether Wu Xie really didn't notice it or was pretending. He immediately knelt down at Wu Xie's feet with a bang, hugging Wu Xie's thighs like a resentful woman who was abandoned by her husband.

"what are you doing?"

Wu Xie was frightened by his action. He raised his legs and wanted to leave, but Zhang Haike held him tightly and he could not move.

Zhang Haike hugged Wu Xie's thighs, looked up at Wu Xie hesitantly, tears quickly accumulated in his eyes, and he shouted sadly: "Little Third Master~"

"Hey! Hey hey!" Wu Xie pushed him speechlessly, "Why are you shouting? I'm not dead yet! If you have something to say, just talk nicely."

Zhang Haike hugged Wu Xie's legs and cried, not saying a word, just crying.

His crying attracted a large number of passers-by outside the door.

"what happened?"

"This is......"

"..."

Wu Xie waved his hand and shouted Wang Meng.

"Close the door quickly! Family disgrace should not be made public!"