Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

"uncle?"

A crisp sound sounded, and Wu Xie's leg pressed against a warm, soft body.

Heavy...

Wu Xie narrowed his eyes and saw that the child who had been missing before was lying on his lap, looking at him unblinkingly with blackberry-like eyes.

"Where did you go to play?" Wu Xie asked casually, scratching the child's minibus like a puppy.

The child looked at Wu Xie in front of him strangely, as if something strange had been released and made him completely different.

"uncle……"

Wu Xie was upset by what he saw in his eyes, and the resentment towards the younger brother in his heart inadvertently escaped. The hand holding the cigarette rod unconsciously dropped, "What are you looking at...?"

There was a muffled sound of "dong".

The child who was originally raising one foot to sit astride Wu Xie was hit in the head and caught off guard, sitting directly on Wu Xie's lap.

He hunched his thin shoulders as if frightened, his head lowered, and his thin arms could not touch the painful place due to the heavy clothes, so he could only hold his head feebly.

Wu Xie was also startled by the sound. God knows he just wanted to knock it lightly! ?

Unexpectedly, I didn’t control my strength well!

Drinking makes trouble,

Drinking makes things worse...

Wu Xie, who was mostly awake from the wine, quickly touched the place where the child was knocked, "Brother! Does it hurt? I'll touch it."

The child raised his arms in a daze, still unable to recover.

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" Wu Xie touched it distressedly and felt a small swelling. Wu Xie, feeling that he was guilty, gritted his teeth and handed the cigarette stick to the child. He closed his eyes like a hero dying gloriously. Eye said: "Please call back!"

The loneliness faded away, and he became the Wu Xie familiar to children again.

The child smiled softly, picked up the still burning cigarette stick, waved it casually a few times, shook off all the unburned tobacco inside, and returned it to Wu Xie, his eyes shining like the brightest North Star in the sky.

He smiled sweetly and said, "Okay, I've chased away my unhappiness."

Wu Xie was so moved that his little bottle was such a cute little sweetheart~

She lovingly kissed the small bump on the child's head, rubbed his warm cheeks, and said with a smile, "Why are you so good?"

The sharp-eyed Wu Xie noticed that the tip of the child's nose was red. "Look at this little nose. It's all red. Where did it hit?"

The child pointed at Wu Xie's chest as if he was aggrieved.

It turned out that she had just been caught off guard and jumped into his arms, with a slap on her face and pressed against Wu Xie's hard chest.

Like a wretched uncle, Wu Xie sucked the tip of the child's nose and sighed with gloating: "Oh - what a bad luck!"

The child pushed his face away in disgust, "It smells like cigarette smoke."

Wu Xie grabbed the dry tobacco bag on the ground without believing in evil, took the last puff of the remaining smoke, and held it in his mouth.

Put the cigarette rod under the child's chin, and with a little force, he raised his face slightly and raised his head towards you.

The fair and smooth face looked a little evil due to the smell of alcohol, and the ends of the eyes were glowing with a bright crimson, raised upwards, like a coquettish bitch, slowly blowing a smoke ring towards the child's pink and beautiful face.

The white smoke hit the child's face, choking him and coughing repeatedly, and his eyes were closed due to the smoke.

"Cough cough cough..."

The whites of his eyes were red from the smoke, and he blinked wet tears, which were wiped away by the child's fisted hands.

"This is called manliness." Wu Xie said proudly while wiping his eyes.

After returning the tobacco bag to Duoji, Duoji, who had witnessed the whole process, looked at Wu Xie with difficulty, "Is there a father like you? Bullying a child like this."

Wu Xie had a question mark on his face: "Did I bully him?"

He pointed at himself and the child in disbelief, "I'm so scared when I hold it in my hand. Who bullied him? I was playing with him..."

The child, who was sitting on Wu Xie's arm with one arm around Wu Xie's neck, nodded in agreement and repeated, "Play."

Duoji:……

It’s extra for me to co-write!

While sleeping, Wu Xie undressed the child and discovered that there was something bulging in his chest.

"What is this?" Wu Xie took it out strangely and asked.

I only saw,

Some cooked meat that had been roasted was neatly wrapped in cloth, but due to the owner's carelessness, it had become somewhat deformed.

"For me?"

The child, who was surprised to realize that he had forgotten this, patted his head in annoyance, nodded and admitted: "You haven't even eaten it, it's very delicious."

"You're so good." Wu Xie pinched the child's face and said, "Hey!" He stretched out a finger, pressed it against the child's forehead, and pushed hard! He pushed the child who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and said, "I thought you were so happy playing with those beautiful sisters that you forgot about me, an old man."

The child straightened his back and fell down on the bed in a daze. His legs were still crossed, not loosened, like a stiff stone.

Wu Xie was so amused that he laughed like a forbidden woman, "Why are you so stupid?!"

As if the child knew how cute he was, he often poked at Wu Xie's cute spots, making him "quack, quack," silly.

Like a happy little idiot~

In the end, the two of them shared the barbecue.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat."

Wu Xie, who hadn't eaten much all night, nodded and felt that his churning stomach was much better.

It was more exquisite and delicious than this. It was not that he had never tasted it before, but this was different. This was left for him by the little goth. It was far better than anything he had eaten in the past.

If the fat man were here, he would make a loud noise, get goosebumps all over his body, and then make a joke.

Even if I give you shit, you can still eat it deliciously.

Coupled with the background sound of the blind man laughing and crowing, and Hua'er's eyes that hate the iron...

Wu Xie was amused by his own imagination, and lay down on the bed with his hands folded behind his head, "Brother, go to sleep."

The child looked at his nostalgic eyes, climbed on top of him, rested his chin on Wu Xie's chest, and asked him: "Who are you thinking about?"

"Why do you want to inquire about this?" Wu Xie looked at him curiously, "I can't tell, you have a talent for gossip."

"No one, I just thought of a few friends." Wu Xie explained.

Looking at the child with a look that could be called loving, she brushed his long hair to one side and covered half of his shiny black eyes, "Can you go to bed now? Little curiosity."

Wu Xie kneaded the child's hair and thought: "It's time to cut your hair. Tony Wu will cut it for you tomorrow."

The child didn't understand, so he asked him innocently: "Tuo, you, Wu!? Who is it?"

"That's me, uncle." Wu Xie slapped the child's raised head back and ravaged it twice.

"go to bed!"

The child pressed his face straight against Wu Xie's chest, moved his flattened nose, and let out an aggrieved "Oh."