My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi's cheek rested on his shoulder, the cool touch made Cao Xuanhe's nerves tense.

He endured and endured until he felt that the outer thigh was being pressed by the excited Xiao Ming, and finally pressed!Unable to hold back, he raised his hand to push away the kid who was half hanging.

Ming Yi was taken aback, thinking that Cao Xuanhe had woken him up because he moved too much, and he didn't dare to move any more for a moment.

After a while, Ming Yi saw that the man didn't respond, so he sneaked over again. Just as he was about to put his legs on it, he heard a low warning from above his head: "If you dare to move around again, you will get off."

Ming Yi's body froze for an instant, he raised his head to look at Cao Xuanhe, seeing that his eyes were still closed with an embarrassed expression on his face, he laughed and said, "Are you still asleep?"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips and remained silent.

Ming Yi said again: "It's not because I woke you up."

He quickly retracted his legs: "I'm sorry, sorry, you continue to sleep, I promise to be honest."

In order to prove the authenticity of what he said, Ming Yi quickly lay flat, put his hands on his abdomen, and remained motionless.

As for Cao Xuanhe, because the brat was too noisy just now, he only felt his forehead throbbing. He was obviously very sleepy, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, his head was so painful that it was about to burst.

To be honest, if the kid's behavior was more extreme, Cao Xuanhe might really lose control of his mind and use him to vent his insomnia depression and anger.

Seeing him kneading his forehead irritably, Ming Yi thought it was because he was woken up, and apologized again in a sincere tone: "I'm sorry."

Cao Xuanhe tilted his head, the room was too dark, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly at all, so he could only close his eyes again.

He was talking lazily, but Ming Yi was worried about making him angry, so he didn't dare to make any more noise.

There was silence in the hotel room for a while.

"Ming Yi."

Cao Xuanhe suddenly made a sound.

Ming Yi replied subconsciously: "Huh?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Sing a song."

Ming Yi didn't respond: "What?"

Cao Xuanhe repeated: "Sing a song."

Ming Yi asked, "What song are you singing?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Whatever."

Ming Yi thought for a while and asked, "I have a little donkey, is this okay?"

Cao Xuanhe: "...um."

Ming Yi got permission and began to hum happily.

"I have a little donkey, which I never ride. One day I rode to the market on a whim. I held a small leather whip in my hand. I was proud of it. Somehow, I fell into the mud... ..."

Although what Ming Yi sang was not entirely on the tune, it did not affect his full and passionate emotions at all, so much so that it really calmed down Cao Xuanhe's irritable mood, and he gradually felt a little drowsy.

Ming Yi didn't know that he was being used as a tool to lull him to sleep by the other party, and he continued to sing happily until he heard the light and even breathing of the man next to him.

He stopped speaking, raised his head to look at the man, and made sure that Cao Xuanhe was really asleep, so he couldn't help but move over again.

However, as soon as Ming Yi approached, Zong stretched out his big hand and directly took him into his arms.

Ming Yi thought he had woken Cao Xuanhe up again, and was so frightened that he dared not move, but after a long time there was no sound from the other party, Ming Yi gradually relaxed his body, hugged him back, and fell asleep slowly.

In the early morning, Cao Xuanhe woke up, staring at the wall on the left in a daze.

If it was a coincidence that he fell asleep listening to Ming Yi humming a song yesterday morning, then what did it mean last night?

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his thoughts, looked down at the fluffy head curled up in his arms, and realized that his right arm was still resting on the other side's waist.

When I woke up early yesterday morning and saw the little ghost in my arms, I just got angry and didn't notice anything else.

But now, when he withdrew his arm, he couldn't help but think back to the last time the little devil was injured, he let him out of the Yin-gathering bottle, and when he checked the wound, he lifted the hem of his clothes proudly, flaunting his six-pack abs situation.

At that time, Cao Xuanhe just glanced at it lightly, his waist was very thin.

Now that I touch it, I know that it is not only thin, but also soft.

He coughed lightly, put away his strange thoughts, got up and went to wash.

When he came out again, Ming Yi had already woken up, wrapped in a quilt and looked at him: "I have no clothes to wear."

Cao Xuanhe glanced at yesterday's clothes, because they were covered with dust and blood stains from the fight, they were taken off by the kid and thrown on the ground.

He came over to pick up the clothes, threw them into the trash can, and said in a calm tone, "Then go and stay in the bottle."

Ming Yi was surprised: "Ah!"

Cao Xuanhe picked up the writing brush and the yellow talisman paper on the table, drew the talisman with one stroke, folded it up, pressed it under the Yin Juying bottle, and tapped the tabletop for him, motioning him to enter.

Ming Yi frowned: "I don't want to..."

Cao Xuanhe interrupted him: "If you don't go in, you are not allowed to go to bed at night."

Hearing this, Ming Yi lost his temper instantly, wrapped up the bath towel, jumped out of the quilt, and reluctantly got into the bottle.

The bottle cap was closed, and Cao Xuanhe's low voice of chanting a mantra could be heard next to his ears.

Ming Yi couldn't understand what he was reading, he just felt peaceful physically and mentally. He obviously just woke up, but there was still a sense of drowsiness in his mind, and he passed out after three minutes.

Cao Xuanhe made sure that he fell asleep, turned around and went out.

Ming Yi felt that he had slept for a long time, and when he woke up again, he felt refreshed, energetic, and particularly comfortable.

He stretched in enjoyment, stood up and moved his stiff limbs, raised his head and shouted: "Boss Cao!"

Before he yelled a second time, the bottle cap was opened, Ming Yi wrapped the towel around his waist, and couldn't wait to get out, just as he gathered into a human shape, a ball of something covered his forehead.

Ming Yi took it down and took a look, and found that it was a suit of clothes. He put it on, and at the same time looked at the surrounding environment, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Hey, why did we come to the store? Are you done with the work of the Yin Judgment Formation?"

Cao Xuanhe, who was sitting at the table picking out antiques, hummed lightly.

"So fast?" Ming Yi asked again: "Did I sleep for a long time?"

Cao Xuanhe: "One week."

Ming Yi was surprised: "It's been so long."

Cao Xuanhe put down the object in his hand, beckoned to him: "Come here."

Ming Yi approached and saw Cao Xuanhe grasping his left arm and slowly removing the yellow cloth on his arm. The runes on the yellow cloth had faded, leaving only light ink marks.

Miraculously, most of the burns on Ming Yi's arm healed, leaving only some red and swollen marks.

"I'll go, there's really no scar!" Ming Yi praised in surprise, "Boss Cao, you're too good!"

"Heh, ignorant bumpkin."

An abrupt taunt made Ming Yi's smile froze, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and saw Si Ling with his arms crossed and a provocative expression on his face.

Ming Yi snorted coldly, and replied angrily: "Yo, you are defeated, are you comfortable staying in the store during this time?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Si Ling's face darkened instantly, he snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared.

Not to be outdone, Ming Yi replied with a cold snort, turned around and complained to Cao Xuanhe with an aggrieved face: "Boss Cao, look at him, he mocked me for being a bumpkin for no reason."

"..."

It was the first time Cao Xuanhe encountered two brats quarreling, he didn't know how to adjust it for a while, so he could only pretend he didn't hear it, took out a new yellow cloth, drew runes all over it, and said to Ming: "Come here. "

Seeing this, Ming Yi frowned in dissatisfaction, let out a soft hum, turned around and floated out of the next window, and hid under the willow tree.

Cao Xuanhe was stunned, stretched out his hand to open the curtain of the window next to him, looked out, and saw the little ghost squatting on the ground under the willow tree, sulking.

He hesitated for a moment, stood up, went out through the back door, and walked under the willow tree.

Ming Yi was drawing circles on the ground with a dead branch depressedly, when suddenly a figure fell in front of him.

He turned his back angrily, but the figure reached out and pulled Ming Yi's left arm in front of him, trying to help him re-wrap the yellow cloth.

Ming Yi withdrew his arm forcefully, silently refusing.

Cao Xuanhe sighed softly, grabbed his left arm again and pulled it into his arms, comforting him very unskillfully: "Si Ling is deliberately teasing you."

Ming Yi snorted softly, and pulled his hand again, but the wrist was held too tightly by the opponent, preventing him from succeeding.

He said unconvinced: "I'm not angry because of his words."

A defeated general, unable to fight with force, can only speak a few sour words, what ability is there.

Cao Xuanhe looked at him puzzled, and asked, "Why is that?"

Ming Yi endured it, but still didn't hold back, and said angrily: "It's obvious that he provoked me first, why didn't you speak up for me? Is it because he is your little devil, and I am not, and you are deliberately biased?"

"..." Cao Xuanhe didn't follow his brain circuit: "No."

"You have!" Ming Yi dissatisfied: "Last New Year's Eve, you gave out ingots and burned clothes to all the little ghosts in the store, but you didn't have my share. We didn't know each other well at that time, so I didn't I got into trouble with you, but now we have known each other for less than half a year, we have kissed, hugged, and even slept in the same bed, we are close friends, but you still prefer him!"

Cao Xuanhe was helpless: "There is no partiality."

Ming Yi: "You are biased!"

Cao Xuanhe sighed and asked, "Then what should I do?"

"Beat him, reprimand him, and make him apologize to me."

When Cao Xuanhe heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he said, "Is it open to favoring you?"

Ming Yi has a serious face: "Is it not possible?"

Cao Xuanhe didn't answer, took the opportunity to wrap a yellow cloth around the wound on his arm, pulled him up from the ground and said, "Stop making trouble."

"I didn't make trouble!" Ming Yi stared at him and asked, "Are you going to help me?"

Cao Xuanhe hummed helplessly.

Most of Ming Yi's anger dissipated in an instant, and a smile appeared on his cheek: "Then you will help me beat him up later."

Cao Xuanhe threw out a sentence: "I have no strength."

"Ah?" Ming Yi looked him up and down and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Cao Xuanhe said: "A few days ago, I spent a lot of energy and was very tired in Qijia Village to send the little ghost away."

Hearing this, Ming Yi quickly supported him, showing a worried expression, and said, "Then you go back to the room and sit and rest, and teach Si Ling about it, I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he floated to the window and crawled back the same way.

Cao Xuanhe looked at his back as he entered through the window, the corners of his lips curled up calmly, and he whispered: Little fool.

Why does he believe everything others say?

Cao Xuanhe stepped into the lounge. Ming Yi was already standing in the shade. Seeing him coming in, he immediately pointed to the chair and said, "Go and sit down."

Cao Xuanhe walked to the table as he said, and closed the curtain halfway, making the room darker.

Ming Yi immediately came over, lay down on the opposite side of the table, and asked Cao Xuanhe: "Is the Yin Gathering Formation broken?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

Ming Yi asked again: "Where is the mastermind behind the scenes, have you caught it?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No."

Ming Yi frowned: "Then what should we do?"

If the person behind the scenes is not caught, then he will definitely not let it go, and will make trouble in secret.

Cao Xuanhe explained: "Vice President Song and Dai Ze are still investigating."

Ming Yi asked curiously, "Have you found any clues?"

Cao Xuanhe looked at him: "You care so much about the progress of the matter."

Ming Yi was stared at by his deep black eyes, feeling a little guilty, and said with a smile: "Ah... I don't really care that much, I'm just curious."

The main incident happened in Qinglin City. If Lord Yan were to be held accountable, it would be Grandpa who would take the trouble.

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his gaze, and said indifferently: "This matter was obviously premeditated, and it is not so easy for the people behind the scenes to find out."

Ming sighed, but didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Seeing that he had finally calmed down, Cao Xuanhe continued to pick up the objects on the table to play with. Ming Yi rested his chin on one hand and looked at it for a while, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his grandfather, asking him about the situation of the cave.

This time, grandpa replied quickly.

Lord Chenghuang: The matter has almost been resolved, and the entrance of the cave has been completely blocked.

Lord Chenghuang: Thanks to Cao Xuanhe and the others for their help, otherwise it would be very troublesome to solve.

Ming Yi: Hehehe, you're welcome, you're welcome!

City God: Who is being polite to you?

Ming Yi: I am returning this for your future granddaughter-in-law.

Lord Chenghuang: ... Brat, I need to be beaten again.

City God: By the way, didn’t your father lock you up? Why did I hear Master Liu say that you appeared in the back mountain of Qijia Village some time ago? "

Mingyi: [Proud gif]

Ming Yi: I will unlock Dafa, my father's broken chain can't trap me.

City God: Hmph, I think Cao Xuanhe rescued you.

As the City God, how could he not know how strong the soul lock chain can suppress the little ghost.

Mingyi: Smart!

City God: You are really...

Ming Yi replied a few hehehe, exit the chat box.

During the week he slept and recuperated, no less than dozens of messages had accumulated on his WeChat.

Most of them came from his father's angry howls. Ming Yi took a rough look and reprimanded him for becoming more and more disobedient. Now that the chain soul chain can't trap him anymore, it's really a show of strength, saying that he is going to turn the world upside down and so on.

Mingyi ignored it directly and went to see other friends' messages.

One of them was an invitation to a wedding banquet from his good brother, the consumptive man.