Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie felt that his legs were getting weak.

It seemed as if he would collapse to the ground in the next second.

He staggered back a few steps and looked at the group of people.

Suddenly it felt very strange.

It turns out, it turns out that he is the outsider...

He has always been the outsider.

Wu Xie slumped his shoulders, and his straight back suddenly became rickety. He felt extremely tired.

Everyone, everyone is lying to him...

"Brother Qi Yu, I know, let me tell you." Seeing him like this, Zhang Haiying shrank her head and took Wu Xie's hand, timidly saying: "We are going to Banai, don't be angry."

"Don't be angry with brother..."

Wu Xie touched Zhang Haiying's pigtails with trembling hands, and said with a silly smile: "Even you know...even you know..."

He squatted down decadently and covered his face to prevent them from looking at his expression.

"Hehehe..." A breathtaking laughter came from Wu Xie's grinning mouth.

Even the youngest Haiying knew it, but he didn’t?

"Hehehehahahaha——"

"Zhang Qiling, you bastard!"

The little brother loosened his clenched fists and tried to help him up, but Wu Xie pushed him away.

"Go away!"

Wu Xie shouted hoarsely.

His red eyes looked at the little brother's bewildered face.

Suddenly, he threw the little brother to the ground in a frenzy, and sat on him. The veins on the back of his slender and white hands popped out, and he pinched the little brother's neck hard with both hands.

It looked like he wanted to strangle him to death.

"Bro!"

"what--"

"Uncle Qi?"

The others exclaimed and wanted to step forward and pull Wu Xie down.

He was stopped by the younger brother with a gesture.

He gently held Wu Xie's waist with both hands. Although his fragile throat was being clamped hard and the pain made him unable to breathe, he stubbornly stretched out his neck and let Wu Xie pinch him. He even relaxed his body. There is no thought of struggling at all.

just like,

It doesn't matter if he just dies like this...

It was obvious that he could easily topple Wu Xie if he wanted to, but he just allowed the air in his lungs to decrease little by little, and the pain of suffocation slowly increased.

I didn’t push Wu Xie, even for a moment...

Not even the slightest groan of pain was revealed.

Wu Xie looked at him, looking at the person he raised with his own hands, and felt extremely strange.

When is it

When did his little bottle have such deep thoughts?

He actually managed to win over everyone to hide it from him.

I really foolishly believed it all the way.

Going to Medog should be more than just seeing your mother, right?

"Hehehe..."

Wu Xie was obviously laughing, but his laughter made people feel more distressed than crying.

"Zhang Qiling...you lied to me again?" Wu Xie looked at the younger brother condescendingly, his face was ferocious, and it could be said that he was gritting his teeth.

The hot tears in his eyes were as red as blood. In the blink of an eye, they fell on the little brother's face and also fell on his heart...

The little brother shouted distressedly: "Brother, uh, brother... I'm sorry, uh, I'm sorry..."

She reached out to wipe his tears.

Avoided by Wu Xie.

He let go of his hand in a daze. The purple bruises on his snow-white skin were particularly eye-catching. Wu Xie grabbed the little brother's collar with trembling hands and pulled his back off the ground.

Wu Xie looked at him and said word by word: "Zhang Qiling, anyone can lie to me Wu Xie, but you can't, only you can't lie to me!!!"

The voice was not loud, but it was deafening. The hatred in Wu Xie's eyes stung the little brother's eyes.

What Wu Xie hated most in his life was being deceived.

"elder brother......"

Wu Xie stood up unsteadily, feeling that the sky in front of him had gone dark for a while. He straightened his back with great effort. Such a simple movement seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Walking into the mountains in despair.

The next second the little brother wanted to follow him, he turned around and warned fiercely: "Don't follow me!"

"Okay, okay..." The younger brother responded unconsciously.

He stopped in confusion and even took a few steps back.

Looking at Wu Xie's leaving figure, he stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

It was also the first time for others to see Wu Xie get so angry. This man usually laughed and laughed, seemed heartless, and occasionally shouted out of anger, but in fact he didn't care about them at all.

The way he looks now doesn't look like he's angry. The sadness in his voice makes him look like he's heartbroken...

Wu Xie walked aimlessly for a long time, from dawn to dusk. He didn't know where he should go, but he couldn't stop, so he could only keep walking, keep walking...

dark night,

Wu Xie tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. There happened to be a stream in front of him, making him half wet.

Sitting up with a flutter.

Wu Xie sat there blankly for a while, then suddenly slapped himself.

"Snapped--"

The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the dark and quiet night.

The force of this palm was quite strong. The smaller half of his face quickly swelled up, and the palm print was clearly imprinted on it.

He cursed in a low voice: "Wu Xie, you really deserve to die!"

"Puff-"

Wu Xie plunged into the cold stream, completely immersed his face in it, and let the water wash over his face. His soft hair floated and spread with the water.

"Gurgling..."

A series of bubbles emerged from the water until there was no more...

However, Wu Xie never raised his head out of the water, just letting the water fill his nasal cavity, and the feeling of suffocation came back.

Can't breathe...

But it made Wu Xie feel very happy.

Masochistically, I immersed myself in the cold stream over and over again.

The tears that just flowed out of my eyes were gently wiped away by the ubiquitous water...

When the little brother found Wu Xie, he saw such a scene. He was immediately shocked and without caring about anything else, he rushed over and picked him up from the water.

He called out in a trembling voice: "Brother! Brother."

"Don't be like this. If you're angry, you can hit me. Don't, don't hurt yourself..."

Wu Xie chuckled lightly and said with a sad smile: "You want me to hit you? When my fist falls on you, it hurts more than hitting me. How do you want me to hit you? Am I willing to do it? Huh?"

"What I hurt is myself, do you even care about this? Are you talking? Are you mute?"

Every word is precious, pricking the little brother’s heart, and also piercing my own heart...