Tomb Robbery: If Hei Ye has the ability, don't fight back

Huaerye, who was trying to calm his breath, couldn't help but ask, "Your skills are so good, everyone who is with you must be very happy, right?"

"It's my honor to be recognized by Huaerye."

The smile on Huaerye's face froze. "You are so good at talking. Do the people around you know it?"

Dumb Zhang was silent for three seconds, then said seriously, "Only you."

Then the mute put his hand close to Hua Ye's ear, in case he couldn't hear clearly, and said clearly, "So whether you are happy or not, only you know."

Birds of a feather flock together. This saying is true.

Huaer Ye knew that someone who could play with Hei Ye couldn't possibly be a blank slate. How could it be possible?

(Heiye: Please don’t touch porcelain.)

"So are you happy or not? Are you satisfied or not?" Dumb Zhang, who had Huaerye's face, completely abandoned his dumb persona.

Could it be that eternal youth actually had such a significant effect on waist strength? Huaerye wondered if the old man would have kept his word if he hadn't been injured. After all, he was really a mean guy.

Grandpa Huaer blinked, pretending not to hear the question from a mute. Mutes couldn't speak anyway. "I feel like my vision is a little clearer now."

Huaerye said as he moved closer, and his older brother looked at him, "This face looks a little familiar."

"He is also very handsome." Dumb Zhang stretched out his hand to pick up the man, and without asking Huaerye to answer, he began to check his eyes.

Huaerye finally realized that it was his own face. No wonder the clothes felt so familiar. He was also wondering why this hoodie, which had been around for thousands of years, had changed its style?

"Well, this is good too." Huaerye was suddenly very happy. Someone was taking charge of the shift for him!

"What? Master Huaer, are you going to hire me?"

Huaer Ye suddenly remembered the clichés Hei Ye had used when discussing commissions. "So you're going to say it's good quality, cheap, and fair to everyone?"

Suddenly, Dumb Zhang made the person lie on his legs again, lifted up the clothes, pressed the skin with his slender fingers, and slid from the back to the waist. The lighter line seemed to dodge slightly.

Huaerye shuddered unconsciously, his fingers feeling slightly cold...

Huaerye pursed his lips and said nothing, trying hard not to recall things that he shouldn't remember.

He was sure that the insect had been completely suppressed by the Qilin blood. However, it seemed to have mutated a bit. While thinking about it, Dumb Zhang asked, "Are you cold?"

The body, still suffocated by the afterglow, could not withstand any teasing.

Huaerye pursed his lips and replied with only one word, "No."

Dumb Zhang covered himself with his clothes, then reached out to test the temperature of Huaerye's forehead. "He doesn't have a fever anymore. Is he just cold?"

Mute Zhang reached out and hugged the man, then covered him with the leather coat. "It's a pity that the blind man is not here."

"Hmm?" Huaer Ye was a little confused. Is there any reason why Hei Ye must exist at this time?

Dumb Zhang said seriously, "He's warmer."

"Pfft~ Is this Heiye's hand warmer?" Huaerye couldn't help but think about the tall and muscular Heiye, and then put the cute version of him in his hands to keep warm.

An idea suddenly struck Huaerye, "So this is why you don't live in your own house in winter."

Huaerye had long discovered that these two people would live in the same room as soon as winter came, although they were not necessarily there all the time. He thought they were saving honeycomb coal!

“It’s a hassle to light a fire every day.”

Huaerye laughed and said, "So you use Heiye as a warm treasure."

Dumb Zhang commented pertinently, "It's a bit noisy."

"Pfft~ Hahaha~" Hua'er Ye laughed so hard that he collapsed into the arms of the dumb Zhang. "If Hei Ye hears this, Hei Ye will be so angry that he will jump up and down."

"Then it's better not to let him hear it, it will be very noisy."

Grandpa Huaer suppressed his laughter, "Then this is our secret."

Dumb Zhang looked at the child who loved to show off, but did not expose him. There was no rush to teach a disobedient child a lesson, and he would wait until it was done.

Hua Er Ye felt a chill on his back and snuggled into the arms of Dumb Zhang, "What? Are you going to punish me again?"

"Naughty children must be taught a lesson," said Mute Zhang, patting Hua'erye's head. "You seem to have become more perceptive."

"Didn't Mr. Hei say that losing one's sight would affect one's other senses? How about I learn blind massage from him?" Mr. Huaer pondered this possible side job. "Hmm? The rain has stopped."

"Yeah." Dumb Zhang picked the person up quickly and neatly.

It was still dark, and the night was long. A cool motorcycle was speeding along at lightning speed under the control of a motorcyclist. The black sunglasses and black leather jacket fitted the image of a motorcyclist very well, especially when there was a beautiful woman sitting in the back seat of his motorcycle.

"Young official, don't I have any dignity?" Huaerye really didn't know where this person got the quilt and actually wrapped him up in it.

"This is more in line with the configuration of the injured." Dumb Zhang, who was wearing the configuration of Huaerye, had an obvious smile in his eyes.

"Hmph!" Huaer Ye snorted angrily. This man was driving his most beloved motorcycle, and not only did he make him sit on the back seat, he also rolled him up like a spring roll with his weak legs and tied it to his back. Hei Ye was right, this man was filled with black sesame.

After hiding the car, Huaerye, dressed in pink and white pants, returned to Jie's house with spring rolls in his arms.

As soon as he entered the room, Chun Juan asked, "I want to take a shower."

"No."

"I'm all smelly and itchy all over." Huaerye always felt that after being drenched in the rain, his body had a gloomy and damp feeling. Although, if he were alone, he could endure any bad environment. Back then, he was alone and his clothes were stuck to the wounds with blood stains all over his body, but he could hold his breath until the hidden dangers were resolved, and then he treated the wounds alone.

"Brother~" Acting coquettishly is useful only when someone cares about you.

Dumb Zhang knew the child's particularity and said, "Wipe it."

The mute turned around and went to the bathroom instead.

Huaerye Brand Spring Rolls went to the bathroom contentedly, and then...

"I can do it myself, so I don't need help."

Dumb Zhang rejected Huaerye's refusal, "It's almost dawn."

Before Huaerye had time to hesitate, the active people had already tied the quilt and started to take off their clothes.

"Hua Baoer, are you shy?" Dumb Zhang showed his unparalleled hand speed.

Hua Er Ye, who was left with only a pair of underwear, felt that it was useless to say anything. His strength determined that it would be useless even if he resisted with all his strength. He tried to say calmly, "We are all men, what's there to be shy about? I have everything you have! Oh, I don't have a tattoo."

"Oh." Dumb Zhang suddenly moved closer to Huaerye.

Huaerye felt the light breath on his skin.

"what happened?"

Dumb Zhang frowned, "Your wound is healing."

"Oh," Huaerye responded, his brain thinking quickly, "Then this thing needs to be checked, it will probably take some time."

Dumb Zhang washed a towel of suitable temperature and quickly wiped the uninjured parts of Huaerye.

Hua'er also looked calm and composed, allowing the dumb Zhang to turn him over and over.

Dumb Zhang looked at the earlobe which was originally jade white, but now it was red as if it was about to bleed.

In the huge glass mirror, there are two handsome men with exactly the same faces. One is lying on a massage chair with red ears, and the other is gently washing the hair of the person lying down.

The atmosphere was harmonious and warm like a pair of twins, but there was also something else floating in the air.