Shock!Junior sister is greedy for my golden finger

Early the next morning, the house maintenance workers came to Tang Wan's house, and after Tang Wan explained everything, she went upstairs to find Mr. Chen.

Yesterday, Mr. Chen said that his bed was not comfortable to sleep in. This should not be delayed. The quality of sleep of the elderly must be guaranteed.

On weekdays, in order to make it easier for Tang Wan to take care of herself, the old man gave Tang Wan a key.

Tang Wan opened the door gently. Although she looked like a burglar, at least she wouldn't startle the old man suddenly.

Tang Wan walked into the house and found that Mr. Chen was still sleeping soundly in the bedroom. Generally speaking, the old man's sleep is relatively light, and it is normal to get up at four or five o'clock in the morning.

It was the same with Mr. Chen before, presumably because of the bed, he didn't sleep well these two nights.

Tang Wan looked carefully at Old Chen's bed, but found nothing unusual. She originally planned to go to the living room to rest for a while, and wait for Old Chen to wake up.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he turned around, he heard the sound of Old Chen getting up.

"Oh, what time is it?"

Tang Wan smiled slightly, "Old Chen, it's already eight o'clock, can you afford it?"

Old Chen sat up slowly from the bed, and Tang Wan put the pajamas on him.

"Little Tang, why are you here so early?"

"Didn't you say that the bed is uncomfortable? I'll come over and have a look. By the way, I've also invited the workers who repair the house,"

Speaking of this, Tang Wan stretched out her right hand, bent her middle finger and ring finger, and said rhythmically: "I am here to repair the bed, they repair the house, and after a while, the bright corridors are full of dust. It is said that old Chen will go for a morning run , leave the cleaning and troubles here to me, okay?"

Seeing his self-satisfaction, Mr. Chen said to him with disgust, "What a mess."

Tang Wan pursed her lips, lowered her eyebrows, and said coolly, "Yo, hiphop!"

"Aren't you afraid? Are you afraid of Hei? There's nothing to be afraid of Hei. It's only scary if you don't have money. You must have spent a lot of money this time."

"Oh, Mr. Chen..." Tang Wan was like an eggplant beaten by frost, "You are so boring..."

Mr. Chen stood up slowly, took out a few banknotes from the cabinet, and put them on the bed, "You don't need to take the money to repair the house, and if you don't have enough money, I don't care. I can almost understand what you are afraid of, okay, I'm going out for a walk, you guys study here."

"Hey, no, Mr. Chen, no need, I have money, I—"

Old Chen turned his head and scolded angrily: "Save the money to marry a wife. If you want me to say that you are really screwed, I think that girl is not bad. After all these years, why do you—"

Tang Wan immediately interrupted Mr. Chen, "Hey, hey, where are you going? Mr. Chen, where is there a girl? Why don't I know?"

Old Chen stretched out his fingers and pointed at him, "Aren't you pretending to be stupid with my old man here? The one came yesterday."

"Ah," Tang Wan suddenly realized, "You said Yi Shisan, she is my junior sister, not a partner."

Old Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Wan, "Picking up a girl in the name of Master is really wrong."

Like a deflated balloon, Tang Wan sighed and said, "Okay, Mr. Chen, what should you do anyway? I'm going to repair your bed."

Elder Chen didn't bother with Tang Wan any more, turned around and left.

Tang Wan returned to the bedroom and checked Old Chen's bed from the inside to the outside, but found nothing unusual.

He simply lay down on it, rolled over twice, but found no other discomfort.

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly felt something pricked his neck. Although it didn't hurt very much, it was enough to make the person lying on the bed sleepless.

Tang Wan immediately turned over and sat up, turned around and groped carefully where she was lying just now, but still found nothing.

"It seems that there is something here."

As she said that, Tang Wan called out the demon thorn, and at the same time, the demon-breaking realm opened, and the entire bedroom was shrouded in a light blue mask.

The next scene really surprised him. He saw a little white figure sitting on the bed, holding a toothpick in his hand, and was waving it in the air continuously.

"What the hell is this?"

Tang Wan looked at this strange thing suspiciously, and carefully searched for similar information in her mind, but found that she had never encountered such a ghost in her entire career.

"Ghosts are generally vicious. This thing, sitting on the bed looks like a psychopath, not like a ghost."

Just as he was thinking, the little white man on the bed suddenly turned his head to look at Tang Wan, his small black eyes blinking non-stop.

Holding the demon thorn, Tang Wan said in a deep voice: "It seems that your star rating should not be high. Although you look good, you are of the ghost family after all, and you are not kind. If I didn't find you today, Mr. Chen I'm afraid I'm going to suffer from a nervous breakdown."

The little white man still blinked his eyes, Tang Wan raised the demon thorn high, and a rich golden light erupted from the sword instantly.

The power of this sword is estimated to be able to instantly kill a four-star ghost.

However, such a powerful attack was easily resolved by the toothpick in the little white man's hand.

Seeing that her attack was blocked, Tang Wan was also taken aback, although she said that she didn't know any sword skills at present, and could only simply chop.

But the quality of the monster thorn itself is here, even with a simple wave, the attack power will definitely not be weak.

What the hell is this little white man?
Tang Wan stabbed several swords one after another, all of which were blocked by the little white man. At this time, the little white man was like a swordsman who had been lonely for a long time. He suddenly found someone who could practice sword with him, and jumped up excitedly on the bed.

The toothpick in his hand met Tang Wan's demon thorn and picked it up. The angle of his wrist was just right. How could Tang Wan be such a master with a sword.

Following the little white man's counterattack, Tang Wan found that the demon thorn was being pulled by an inexplicable force. He tried hard to break free, but felt a sudden burst of huge energy.

His wrist didn't keep up with the movement, and with a burst of pain, there was only a bang, and the demon thorn came out of his hand and hit the ground.

Tang Wan looked at the little white man on the bed in surprise, and said silently in her heart: "Summon a star spirit fire ghost."

I saw a fireball with a flaming tail pounce on the little white man in an instant, and the little white man still held up the toothpick to block, and then the will-o'-the-wisp burned the toothpick mercilessly.

Tang Wan retracted the spirit fire ghost demon, looked at the little white man sitting on the bed decadently, and said with a smile: "Haha, it seems that you are still in a panic?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the demon thorn, and just about to kill the little white man, he heard Xiao Jianmeng's voice sounding in time, "Master, no!"

Tang Wan staggered and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he stopped the demon thorn's attack in time.

He supported his body with the sword, and said dissatisfiedly: "Next time, tell me sooner! It's so easy to lose your waist!"

"Master, it's worth it to flash your waist. This little white man is not a ghost. He is an elf raised by the Taoist Sword Immortal."