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Hangzhou Wushan Residence.

"The boss is not here, just take whatever you like." Wang Meng lay on the counter, clicking the mouse in his hand with a "click".

Wu Xie who entered the door staggered: "Wang Meng!"

"Boss, boss!" Wang Meng quickly turned off the minesweeper with a "patta", and then said with a painful face, "Boss, I was wrong, and I deeply realized my mistake! I shouldn't be playing games secretly during work hours! I I shouldn't have closed the store to go on a date without authorization! I... I was wrong all the time..."

Wu Xie froze when he was about to go upstairs: "Wang Meng, don't you want this month's bonus?!"

"Boss! Don't!" Wang Meng was just about to pounce, when he suddenly saw Wu Xie's pale face, his body stopped thirty centimeters away, and put away his laughing face: "Shall I help you get the medicine?" In recent years, Wang Meng Almost became a regular visitor to the clinic next door.

Wu Xie walked up the stairs, her voice hoarse and weak: "No need."

Watching Wu Xie's thin body disappear at the end of the stairwell, Wang Meng felt a sharp pain in his heart.

It has been more than five years since my brother went to Bronze Gate, and Wu Xie took over his third uncle's handicap and became the leader of the Taoist little Buddha.

But Wang Meng never asked him what he was doing, but just persistently guarded this small antique shop and told Wu Xie: "Boss, as long as you come back, you will still be naive as before."

It has been countless times, seeing Wu Xie drenched in blood lying on the cold floor at the door of the antique shop, even in a coma without the slightest alertness, Wang Meng is really distressed.

frown.

A heavy shadow was cast under Wang Meng's eyelids.

Leaning on the door frame in the stairwell, Wu Xie put the key into the keyhole, and easily pushed open the old solid wooden door.

There was still some tight pain in the left shoulder, the knife that Xiaohu slashed was not heavy, Wu Xie gasped for a few breaths, did not turn on the light, and almost entered the bathroom in the dark, and he was used to the darkness in the past few years.

The sound of splashing water soon resounded, and the frosted glass in the bathroom was covered with a layer of mist, reflecting a faint shadow.

Moonlight leaked in through the drawn curtains, reflecting a stubborn black spot on the sofa.

With her upper body naked, Wu Xie came out of the bathroom lukewarmly, wiping her wet hair. A bloodstain wound up her left shoulder ferociously, slowly oozing blood.

"Wu Xie." A low voice.

The sound of "slapping" slippers stopped, Wu Xie turned around stiffly, and tentatively said: "Little... little brother..."

The almost motionless figure on the sofa straightened up, walked to Wu Xie, stroked the scar with two oddly long fingers, Wu Xie gasped in pain, and then jumped away: "Don't touch me!"

Zhang Qiling's hands froze in the air.

silence.

"Brother, you go through the bronze gate..." Wu Xie took a long time to speak.

"Something went wrong in the end." Zhang Qiling withdrew his hand and explained rarely, "I'll stay with you for a few days."

"I'm going to tidy up the guest room." Wu Xie smiled shyly, and turned on the light.

Only then did I see a...twisted wire on the living room table...

Damn who will tell him again that my little brother is disabled at the ninth level, and Wu Xie will be the first to bite him to death!

Pick the lock!That's lockpicking!

After taking the third uncle's handicap, since it is a must-learn skill for killing and setting fire while traveling at home, ah bah, in short, Wu Xie has learned a little bit of the handicap from Dumb Sister's men for a long time.

Putting the towel on the back of the sofa casually, Wu Xie went to the guest room and turned on the light, and his whole body instantly petrified——

No one lives for a long time, covered with dust, understandable, hehe; useless for a long time, full of sundries, hehe; what does the pile of sundries include, hehe Luoyang shovel, hehe□□, hehe M6, hehe...

After considering the possible consequences of letting the little brother sleep on the sofa, Wu Xie could only hehe.

Wu Xie turned around and gave Zhang Qiling a dry laugh: "How about I give you the master bedroom tonight, and I'll sleep on the sofa?"

After Zhang Qiling finished communicating with the ceiling expressionlessly, he looked at Wu Xie with those deep pool-like eyes.

What are you looking at me for!Could it be that you don't even miss the sofa!

Wu Xie really wanted to use his little Buddha's aura to suppress this damned boring oil bottle, but unfortunately, when he met the eyes of the little brother, he was immediately beaten back to the little innocence of five years ago.

In the end, he could only laugh dryly and push Zhang Qiling into the master bedroom.

Plunging himself into the large sofa, Wu Xie took a slight breath of air, feeling the wound on his left shoulder collapse again.

He took out his phone without hesitation and pressed the screen to turn on.

Dali: I caught Xiaohu, what should I do?

Break off a hand and throw it back to his master.

The corner of Wu Xie's mouth was still raised.

This is the real source of Wu Xiaofoye's nickname.

When Wu Xie first took over, the Taoists called him Mr. Wu Xiaosan, and most of them were joking.

But Wu Xie's resolute actions and...some extreme methods soon confirmed Wu Xiaosan's name.

It is said on the road that he is simply the reborn third master.

Later, it was said that Mr. Wu Xiaosan was so benevolent that even in the face of betrayal, he would talk and laugh happily, but Mrs. Wu Xiaosan laughed and chopped that man into a human stick.

So they all changed their name to Wu Xiaofoye.

He leaned out lazily and turned off the light, and the living room was plunged into darkness except for the moonlight.

After thinking about it again, Wu Xie sent a message to the fat man: Brother is back, Juju?Then decisively turned off the phone, threw the phone on the table, and made a light snap.

Fatty guarded Yuncai's tomb for three years, and then returned to Beijing Panjiayuan.

In the past five years, the two have also been in contact intermittently. As for one time, hehe, at least half of Wu Xie's phone bill has to be paid.Fat people are good at talking.

Closing his eyes tiredly, Wu Xie clearly knew that he couldn't fall asleep, maybe before, or when, the insomnia had entangled him like a shadow.

The blood on the left shoulder was still dripping down, and soon there was a sticky patch on the back.

A hand with almost no temperature touched Wu Xie's right shoulder——

Damn! Wu Xie jumped up subconsciously, and then was pushed back to his original position, and the little brother's voice sounded: "Sit down."

Subconsciously sat down obediently, and then realized, this is not a fight, why listen to him! But I feel that this little brother is cold on his neck——Wu Xie is very spineless and let him manipulate , Heep, the death of the sea monkey brothers is too special.

After bandaging Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling's night vision eyes scanned the blood on the sofa: "Go back to sleep."

The corner of Wu Xie's mouth twitched: "No need, I'll sleep..." The younger brother stared back at the following words, "Okay." He swallowed with difficulty.

Obediently laying back on the bed in the shape of a corpse, Wu Xie's whole body stiffened for a while——fuck, the plot development is a bit wrong, isn't he just a little brother who twists his neck like twisting a screw?Back then, being locked in a coffin by a traitor and lying with a zongzi for a day and a night was not so embarrassing——

Zhang Qiling quickly lay down next to Wu Xie: "Sleep."

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while, guessing that the little brother might have fallen asleep, Wu Xie tiptoed out of bed.

I remember it seemed to be placed here... Wu Xie rummaged through the boxes and cabinets under the moonlight.

Zhang Qiling had already propped himself up at some point, and looked at Wu Xie indifferently with his eyes like a pool of ink.

found it.Wu Xie dug out a bottle of Zuopi from the cabinet, stared at it for a long time, and finally poured out a few slices——

A strong force came from behind, and Wu Xie swung his elbows back almost like a conditioned reflex, but was restrained by a pair of cold hands, and the Zuppie in his hand rolled away, and Wu Xie was slammed Pulled into Zhang Qiling's arms.

"Can't sleep?" Zhang Qiling asked hoarsely.

Wu Xie nodded honestly—brother, don't you have a conscience and want to sing a lullaby?After brainstorming the picture, Wu Xie felt a sudden chill: That's not the little brother, is he possessed by the forbidden woman? !The heavy blow on the neck in the next second made Wu Xie instantly understand: I really am dreaming if I want my little brother to be gentle!