Tomb Raiders: the Man Who Walked out of the Tomb of the Warring States Period

There are too many changes along the way, and Wang Ming is also a little inaccurate.

Looking coldly at Zhang Bald, this guy immediately looked at his nose and nose and looked at his heart, as if it had nothing to do with me.

If he hadn't thought that this guy would be useful in the future, Wang Ming would have really wanted to feed him to a dick.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Ming decided to give it a try.

the worst outcome is not

There is no one-shot effort.

Thinking about it, Wang Mingchao approached the coffin, one step at a time.

When it reached about three meters, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the coffin, and even the coffin wall was shaking slightly.

This is... Sensing his bloodline?

Wang Ming was a little puzzled, this situation was completely different from before.

The little female ghost also had a pretty face and a dignified face, and her small hands tightly grabbed Wang Ming's arm.

The movement of the drought is getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, Wang Ming noticed that the coffin had already been opened, not sealed.

a white

Mao's small, shriveled hands stretched out from the gap.

Looking at this posture, the dry scorpion was about to break out and climbed out of the coffin!

Wang Ming stopped and was ready to fight.

A boy's face as pale as paper with sunken pupils protruded from the gap in the coffin, his expression stiff.

He looked at Wang Ming, the shriveled skin creased and seemed to be making an expression.

In Wang Ming's view, this may be the prelude to the attack.

however……

A clear and hesitant baby voice suddenly rang.

"dad?"

Wang Ming was stunned, what kind of operation is this, to show the enemy's weakness?

Otherwise, why do you suddenly call me daddy... I'm not such an ugly son as you!

Before he could react, the little rascal crooked his head again and shrank back.

In my ear, another baby voice came out.

"No, I'm wrong."

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Chapter [-] The Scared Little Drought (For Collection)

In the tomb, the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

A group of people looked at each other in dismay. While horrified, they looked at Wang Ming's back strangely.

This mysterious and powerful young man was actually called Dad by a zongzi?

This is much more incredible than encountering a big monster.

It is also fortunate that the dry scorpion added a sentence "admittedly wrong" at the end, otherwise I don't know how much everyone would eat melons.

Arlene heaved a sigh of relief, her heart beating so fast that it seemed to pop out.

I don't know if it's the fear of the drought or the fear of the phrase "Dad".

If Wang Ming was just lolicon, she could barely accept it.

Man, who doesn't have a perverted mind, just be tolerant.

But if it was replaced by being called Dad by a ghost, Arlene couldn't bear it for a while.

Especially looking at the appearance of that kid, how much flavor can this be achieved?

This is still not clear to Arlene, how disgusting the twelve-handed female corpse in the coffin is, otherwise it is very likely that she will vomit directly.

Others are not much better. Although they have a little gossip, but in this strange tomb, they are more nervous and afraid.

Wang Ming is their main force

, don't betray you!

If even Wang Ming chose to help the ghosts in the tomb, they would be absolutely cool.

Fortunately, fortunately, the kid just recognized the wrong person.

Everyone complains in their hearts, and Dad can admit his mistake. How the hell did you do it?

Zhang Bald's legs and feet were even weaker, and his entire scalp was numb.

He didn't pretend this time, but was really frightened and softened. He suddenly regretted it. Why did he ask Wang Ming for trouble before?

Although Wang Ming can't read minds, he can guess a little bit about everyone's messy thoughts.

It was only at this moment that he was in no mood to pay attention to others, and was stunned and depressed.

Why was the dry dagger inexplicable, so he called him Dad.

What's even more painful is that if you shout, you will say that you are admitting the wrong person in the next second.

Although admitting mistakes is a normal operation, but what do you want me to do?

Wang Ming thought and smiled bitterly, but it was the first time he felt a little dazed.

For a moment, after relieving himself from his speechless emotions, he suddenly realized a possibility.

Although this raven is a little devil, he has slept in a daze for thousands of years, but such things as blood relatives

, generally not easy to admit wrong.

So is there some possibility that there is a connection between yourself and the kinship of this scorpion?

But after thinking about it carefully, Wang Ming felt that it was unlikely.

This drought came from the belly of the twelve-handed female corpse. In other words, his father was the King of Wannu.

Wang Ming didn't think that the blood in his body would have any connection with that monster.

Furthermore, if it is only this relationship, it will not be able to completely suppress the Qilin bloodline.

"King Wannu and Queen Mother Xi are both descendants of Fuxi."

"Could it be that the system

, is it actually the blood of Fuxi? "

The more Wang Ming thought about it, the more confused he became. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find the answer.

Asking the system, the rigid system still does not answer, he can only give up temporarily and consider the current problem.

It was true that the dry man had admitted his wrong father, but it seemed to have no effect on the current situation.

The guy was still in the coffin, blocking their way of digging the robbery hole.

Just as he was thinking about whether to approach the relationship or do it directly, the little girl suddenly timidly leaned into Wang Ming's ear.

"Brother, he said let's leave quickly."

"Can you communicate with him?"

Wang Ming was surprised, but after thinking about it, it was normal. Should ghosts have their own way of chatting?

Xiaomei nodded and smiled slyly, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

"As long as we don't move him and Aunt Twelve Hands, we can do whatever we want."

"Xiaomei has never seen him so timid. He seems to be afraid of his brother."

"fear me?"

This was something Wang Ming didn't expect. It was because of this reason that the little slut of love didn't come out.

But this time it is much easier to handle, you are afraid, the initiative is in my hands

Inside.

Wang Ming had no interest in the twelve-handed female corpse in the coffin and the underworld artifacts soaked in rotten water.

If that's the only condition, it's okay to agree.

"Tell him that we need to move the coffin, but it won't disturb them."

"Brother, he agreed, but he wants us to leave quickly."

Wang Ming nodded, it seemed that this little scorpion was not generally afraid of him.

Directly ordered everyone to start work, first move the coffin to the side.

At the beginning, a group of big men didn't dare to step forward, delaying time.