My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

In the early morning of the next day, it was already noon when the kid woke up, and he huddled under the quilt and refused to get up.

After eating breakfast, Cao Xuanhe came in to change clothes, seeing that he didn't intend to get up at all, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ming Yi squinted at him, turned over to the other side, and threw the other side an angry back.

Cao Xuanhe sat down on the edge of the bed, and as soon as he put his hands on his lower back, the kid immediately sat up like an electric shock, and said vigilantly, "What are you trying to do again!"

The man withdrew his hand and looked at him silently.

Ming Yi met his plain, dark eyes, looked away with some guilt, lay back down again, and muttered softly: "I'm in a bad mood right now, stay away."

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lower lip and didn't speak, but he sat by the bed and didn't get up to leave.

Ming Yi lay with his back to him for a while, and realized that there was no sound behind him, so he turned his head curiously, but unexpectedly, Cao Xuanhe was still staring at him.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Cao Xuanhe said frankly: "I was wondering why you were angry."

"I..." Ming Yi was at a loss for words, and said in an awkward tone: "I'm not angry with you, but angry with myself."

Cao Xuanhe asked: "Why are you angry with yourself?"

Ming Yi lay flat, looking at the ceiling with a loveless expression: "Why can't I beat you when I'm angry."

Cao Xuanhe understood what he was talking about last night: "I'm sorry."

Ming Yi tilted his head to look at him, and asked doubtfully, "What kind of modesty are you talking to me about?"

Cao Xuanhe looked at him without explaining.

Ming Yi met his gaze, realized that he was trying to coax himself, sighed and waved his hands: "It's none of your business."

He was the one who took the initiative to pester Cao Xuanhe to take a bath last night, but he was eaten up and wiped off afterward, so it can only be said that he was incompetent.

You can't lose a fight with someone, and blame the other party for being disrespectful to yourself.

Ming Yi bared his teeth and sat up while supporting his waist, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really a beauty that hurts the body."

Every time I do that thing with Cao Xuanhe, I get exhausted, and I blame the other party too, lure!Confused, Mingming Shu!Convincing him once or twice is enough, but a look or a statement from the other party can make him compromise again.

Cao Xuanhe felt sorry for him last night, he cared about his feelings the whole time, not too much, the experience was quite good.

Cao Xuanhe was close, heard his murmur clearly, and hooked his lips.

Ming Yi coughed twice, cleared his hoarse throat, and asked, "Are you still going to the store today?"

Cao Xuanhe nodded: "En."

Ming Yi: "Then you go, I want to rest at home."

He was originally in low spirits during the day, and today he is even more so.

Cao Xuanhe raised his hand, rubbed his cheeks, and said, "Go to the store to rest, I don't feel worried about leaving you a kid at home."

Ming Yi wondered: "Why?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Yan Chengxi should already know what happened last night, and there will be troubles coming to you in the next few days."

Ming Yi is a little ghost, even if he is powerful in force, he will always suffer in front of Taoist priests.

"Oh." Ming Yi stretched out a hand upon hearing this, and said, "Then let's go."

Cao Xuanhe knew that the other party wanted him to give him a hand, but he didn't do that. He directly lifted the quilt, leaned over and pecked the little ghost's lips, as if hugging a child, and reported the little ghost.

Ming Yi was worried about falling, his legs subconsciously wrapped around his waist, and his hands hugged the man's neck.

This familiar pose...

If Ming Yi wasn't a brat, Cao Xuanhe would probably be able to see his cheeks turn from white to red, flushing like a boiled prawn.

Cao Xuanhe looked serious, wrapped his arms around his waist, and led the kid out of the bedroom.

As soon as he was about to go out, Ming Yi had to remind him in a low voice: "Cao Xuanhe, clothes, clothes haven't been put on yet!"

There is only a little cloth covering his whole body. Although it is not cold, it is really embarrassing.

Cao Xuanhe said: "Aunt Yang is not here."

Ming Yi still refused, but last night his clothes were already wet in the bathroom, so he had no choice but to hide his head in Cao Xuanhe's neck like an ostrich, and let him take him to the study.

Ming Yi was put into the soft single sofa by Cao Xuanhe, and watched as he went to the drawer to take out some white paper, wrote runes on it with cinnabar ink, and folded it.

Cao Xuanhe's movements were proficient, steady and fast, and he folded a paper garment in a short time, and burned it in the iron basin in the corner.

The momentum of the paper burning was very fast, and it was completely burned out after just a few jumps.

Cao Xuanhe took out the clothes from the basin and handed them to Ming Yi. After the kid got dressed, he got into the memorial tablet and was led out by Cao Xuanhe.

The clerk, Qiao Fan, was used to the frequent presence of the boss in the store recently, and when he saw him coming, he just said hello and continued to entertain the customers in the store.

Cao Xuanhe went directly to the lounge.

In fact, he might not have come, stayed at home, or took on some tasks to pass the time.

But now that Yan Chengxi was following him, Cao Xuanhe stayed at home, worried that it would affect the neighbors around him, so he might as well stay in the store.

Cao Xuanhe took down a book from the bookshelf, and when he passed the Bogu rack, he placed the tablet in his pocket on the half-clean koi swimming in the lake.

Ming Yi, who was staying in the tablet, noticed that the yin energy around him suddenly became thicker, and sighed comfortably: "It's so comfortable!"

Cao Xuanhe heard the words, tapped on the small tablet, and comforted him: "Go on to sleep."

One is sleeping, the other is reading, the lounge is quiet and peaceful, as if time is slowing down.

After Ming Yi woke up, he fell asleep straight into the night.

He came out of the tablet with a yawn, stretched comfortably, and looked around in a daze.

what time is it now?

Why is he still in the lounge?

Did Cao Xuanhe forget him in the shop?

But the light in the lounge is still on, there is still a book on the table, and the coat is also on the hanger. It doesn't look like he has left?

"young married woman?"

He tentatively called out, and at the same time floated towards the front hall, and then saw the person he was looking for sitting in front of the tea table drinking tea with him.

The appearance of that person was familiar to Ming Yi, he was about 60 years old, with gray hair, and when he faced Cao Xuanhe, he seemed a bit restrained and flustered.

Ming Yi approached suspiciously, and before he could speak, he sensed a strong yin outside the shop.

He walked over, opened the store door, and saw that the door was full of little ghosts.

If Mingyi is a living person, seeing this scene, he must faint from fright.

Fortunately, he was a little ghost, facing so many scary little ghosts, he was able to calmly close the door again, and asked Cao Xuanhe: "What's going on with these little ghosts?"

Cao Xuanhe's tone was light: "Daoist Qingsong brought it."

Hearing this, the old Taoist showed an embarrassed smile: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding."

Ming Yi asked: "What misunderstanding?"

Qing Songdao was at a loss for words: "This..."

Looking at his appearance, Mingyi can guess all kinds of things: "Could it be that you were sent by that old snake spirit Yan Chengxi to deal with my wife?"

"..." Daoist Qingsong didn't know how to explain it.

Ming Yi pointed to the group of dark little ghosts outside the door, and said, "Is this planning to attack at night?"

Daoist Qingsong's face became more and more ugly, cold sweat kept breaking out from his forehead, and dripped down along the wrinkles of his face.

Seeing his timid appearance, Ming Yi was a little puzzled, turned to look at Cao Xuanhe, and silently asked what was going on with the old man?

Cao Xuanhe didn't explain, just put down the teacup in his hand, and asked aloud: "Since it's a misunderstanding, then I won't stay with Daoist Qingsong, it's hard to walk at night, be careful."

To Ming Yi's ears, this was regarded as an ordinary word of concern, but to the old Taoist priest, it was a real threat.

His back was so frightened that he sat on the tea chair and dared not get up.

"Boss Cao, it's indeed my fault that I didn't find out the reason before I came here. Can you forgive the old man this time for Vice President Song's sake?"

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyes to look at him, but did not answer.

On the contrary, Ming Yi, who was next to him, snorted angrily: "You old Taoist priest dared to bring so many lonely ghosts to your door without even finding out the cause of the matter. Fortunately, it was us who met today. If this is an ordinary People, don't be scared to death by you!"

Daoist Qingsong waved his hands again and again, and said with an embarrassed smile, "I can't."

He said he couldn't, but he really came with this idea in his heart.

He and the old man of the Yan family are close friends. Yesterday Yan Binglin, the boss of the Yan family, came to the door and said that someone took advantage of the midnight to steal nearly a hundred corpses from the crematorium and put them in the room of old man Yan.

The old man woke up in the middle of the night, almost dying of fright, if it wasn't for the timely rescue, his life might be in danger.

Daoist Qingsong was very angry after hearing this, so he wanted to retaliate and let the other party experience the pain of old man Yan.

But with his skills, it was really difficult to find a hundred corpses, so he went to a nearby mass grave to get hundreds of lonely ghosts, thinking that using ghosts to scare people would also be effective.

He followed the address given by the other party to find it, and finally stopped in front of Wanbaozhai, but when he saw the person who opened the door, he was momentarily stunned.

Cao... Cao Xuanhe!

The person the Yan family offended was Cao Xuanhe!

Daoist Qingsong's first thought was to run.

But before he could turn around and take a step, the man had already called out his Taoist name and invited him into the shop for a cup of tea.

He said, this ghost city in the south of the city has been heard of by people in the mystical art world, so how can anyone who dares to stay in the shop at this time be an ordinary warlock.

Ming Yi refused to let go and said: "Tell me, what kind of benefits did that old snake spirit give you, let you work and kill for him."

Daoist Qingsong really couldn't explain clearly: "The old Daoist didn't kill anyone, nor did he have the intention of killing anyone. My little fellow Daoist misunderstood."

Ming Yi snorted, and said with disgust: "Whoever is your little friend with you, don't make any connections here."

"Ming Yi." Cao Xuanhe stopped him, raised his eyes to look at Daoist Qingsong, and said, "Stay and quit the Xuanshu Association."

Daoist Qing Song was stunned: "What?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Choose one of the two."

Daoist Qing Song realized that the other party was talking about his fate or the Mystic Art Association, choose one of the two.

Daoist Master Qingsong has profound Taoism skills, and has established a lot of prestige in the association over the years, and is striving to be the next vice president.

Letting him withdraw at this time is undoubtedly making him cut off his legs.

But compared to his own life, a position doesn't seem to be important.

Although it was difficult to make a choice, in the end he chose to save his life.

Ming Yi looked at the back of him leading the group of lonely ghosts away, frowned in puzzlement, and turned around to ask Cao Xuanhe, "You let him go so easily?"

Cao Xuanhe hummed lightly.

Ming Yi was dissatisfied: "Is it too cheap for him? I didn't even beat him hard."

Cao Xuanhe chuckled, stretched out his hand to embrace the little ghost, and rubbed his waist with one hand: "For him, quitting the Xuanshu Association is more uncomfortable than being beaten."

Ming Yi frowned: "Why?"

Cao Xuanhe: "He has been in the Xuanshu Association for decades, and he has already taken root. Now let him pull it out, do you think it hurts?"

Ming Yi still didn't understand: "It's so good, what are you doing uprooting him, and we have nothing to do with that broken association."

Cao Xuanhe laughed when he heard the words: "It is because of his backing that the Yan family dared to be so arrogant."

Otherwise, how dare ordinary people offend warlocks.

Ming Yi said worriedly: "Then if you have ripped off his roots like this, will he bear a grudge against you and take revenge on you in private?"

"Ah."

Ming Yi panicked for a moment, and sat up straight: "Then his spells are so powerful, can they hurt you?"

Cao Xuanhe comforted his back and said, "Let him come anyway."