Tomb Raider【Filling My Heart with Unresolved Feelings】

Finally, Wu Xie, who was tired of talking, panted and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to chase the clay figures? How come you ended up turning yourself into a clay figure?"

Zhang Qiling still had no expression on his face, and said calmly: "I lost him."

Wu Xie curled his lips and said in disbelief, "I didn't expect that there are still people in this world that Zhang Qiling could lose track of."

Fatty Wang also smiled and said, "Brother, did you fall into a mud pit? Why are there so much mud on your body?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head and said calmly, "Snake protection."

When everyone heard that applying mud could actually prevent snakes, they were all very surprised.

Fatty Wang widened his eyes, approached the boy, and asked, "Brother, is this true? Can this mud be used to prevent snakes?"

The young man nodded slightly.

When Fatty Wang heard this, he danced with joy and excitement. "Haha, this is great! If this can really prevent snakes, then why should we be afraid of pheasant necks? Let's go now."

After that, the young man led everyone to a mud pit. The mud pit was neither big nor small, and the mud was a dark brown color, and it also exuded a faint earthy smell. The muddy water in the mud pit was calm on the surface, but if you look closely, you can see a few small bubbles occasionally popping up, as if telling its mystery.

Before the young man could even open his mouth, Fatty Wang and Wu Xie couldn't wait to jump in.

As soon as Wu Xie and Fatty Wang jumped into the mud, they were like two naughty children having a blast. Fatty Wang's round body twisted in the mud, splashing large amounts of muddy water. He laughed as he twisted his body: "You naive, look at my invincible mud dance!"

Wu Xie was splashed with mud, and he wiped his face and shouted, "Fatty, take it easy!"

Fatty Wang was not willing to listen, but became even more excited, and rushed towards Wu Xie, trying to throw him into the mud. Wu Xie dodged nimbly, and Fatty Wang missed his target and fell into the deep mud, splashing mud and water that almost drowned Wu Xie.

Wu Xie took the opportunity to scold with a smile: "Fatty, you are just a dog chewing mud!"

Fatty Wang raised his head from the mud. His face was covered in mud, but his eyes were still rolling around. He said unconvincedly, "You naive one, if you have the guts, don't run away. See how I, Fatty, will deal with you!"

Then he rushed towards Wu Xie again. Wu Xie was not to be outdone, and he and Fatty Wang chased each other in the mud, neither of them giving in. Their hands and feet stirred in the mud, making the muddy water turbid.

At this time, Pan Zi also jumped into the mud. He originally wanted to stop the fight and shouted, "Little Third Master, Fatty, stop it!"

But Wang Pangzi was having so much fun that he didn't notice Pan Zi and bumped into him accidentally. Pan Zi lost his balance and fell into the mud, getting all over himself.

Pan Zi also got angry now. He stood up, grabbed Fatty Wang with one hand and Wu Xie with the other, and shouted, "Alright, both of you stop making trouble and behave yourself!"

Wu Xie and Wang Pangzi didn't listen and struggled to get rid of Pan Zi's hand. Wang Pangzi twisted his body and shouted, "Pan Zi, don't worry about it, let's play for a while!"

Wu Xie also smiled and said, "It's Pan Zi, it's okay, let's play together!"

Pan Zi was helpless against the two of them, and he didn't dare to use too much strength for fear of hurting Wu Xie.

During this struggle, the three men pushed and shoved each other, mud and water splashed everywhere, and the whole quagmire was stirred by them like a pot of boiling porridge.

Fatty Wang took advantage of Pan Zi's inattention, broke free with one hand, smeared a handful of mud on Pan Zi's face, and said with a smile: "Pan Zi, let you join our mud fight!"

Pan Zi was covered in mud, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Fatty, are you looking for a fight?"

After Wang Pangzi smeared mud all over Pan Zi's face, he ran away, shouting, "Come on, come and catch me!"

His fat body jumped up and down in the mud, splashing mud and water like fireworks.

How could Pan Zi let him go? His eyes were wide open like bells. He took big steps and chased after him, shouting, "Stop right there, fatty! I'll beat you into a pulp!"

Wu Xie was so happy that he followed Pan Zi to chase Fatty Wang, and said with a smile: "Fatty, you can't run away today!" The mud and water on his face dripped and trembled with his laughter.

Fatty Wang was running out of breath and his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground with a thump.

His face was buried directly in the mud. When he raised his head, the mud on his face was so thick that only a pair of small eyes blinking were left.

Pan Zi took the opportunity to pounce on Fatty Wang, pressed him under him, and scolded him with a smile: "Where can you run to, you fat loach!" The moment Pan Zi pounced on him, his clothes were soaked by mud and water and stuck tightly to his body.

Wu Xie rushed over and reached out to pull Fatty Wang up, but Fatty Wang grabbed Wu Xie's hand and pulled hard. Wu Xie lost his balance and fell into the mud, falling on Pan Zi.

Fatty Wang took the opportunity to shout, "Haha, come and keep me company!"

Wu Xie's hair was soaked by mud and water, sticking to his forehead in strands, making him look extremely disheveled.

Fatty Wang took advantage of the chaos to crawl out from underneath and smeared two handfuls of mud on Wu Xie and Pan Zi, saying proudly: "Haha, let you also have a taste of my power! This is my exclusive secret mud attack!" The mud on his hands dripped through his fingers and splashed onto his face.

Wu Xie wiped the mud off his face and shouted, "Fatty, don't run! When I catch you, I'll bury you in the mud and make you a mud man!" Beads of mud hung on his eyebrows, dancing with his expression.

The three of them were chasing each other in the mud. After a while, Wu Xie pressed Fatty Wang into the mud. Fatty Wang screamed, "Tian Zhen, be gentle. My old bones can't stand your tossing and turning!" Fatty Wang's belly rose and fell in the mud, like an inflated mud balloon.

After a while, Pan Zi accidentally knocked Wu Xie down again, and Wu Xie shouted, "Pan Zi, who are you helping?"

Pan Zi blushed and climbed up from Wu Xie's body awkwardly, "Sorry, Young Master San, I didn't mean it. It's all because that fat guy is too cunning." After saying that, he wanted to reach out and pull Wu Xie up.

At this moment, Fatty Wang suddenly had an idea. He picked up a large ball of mud and threw it at Pan Zi, hitting Pan Zi right on the chest.

Pan Zi was knocked to the ground and almost fell down again. He yelled, "Fatty, just wait for me, or I'll throw you into the sky!" A big mud mark formed on Pan Zi's chest, rising and falling with his breathing.

Seeing this, Wu Xie also followed Fatty Wang's example and grabbed some mud and threw it at Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang dodged left and right, and kept shouting, "Oh, I can't hit you, I can't hit you! I'm a nimble fat guy, what can you do to me?" His face was covered with mud and water, which were splashed everywhere as he moved.

After Pan Zi steadied his body, he also joined the "mud war". He was very strong, and each time he threw the mud was accurate and fierce.

Wang Pangzi and Wu Xie were hit so hard that they begged for mercy: "Pan Zi, please have mercy! We know we are wrong, you are the mud hero!" But Pan Zi would not listen and continued to "attack". They were so happy in the mud that the mud on their bodies became thicker and thicker, covering their hair, faces, clothes, and everywhere. They were like three living mud figures.