My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi was amused by Cao Xuanhe's confident tone.

"Speaking of which, what did you do to him, why is he so afraid of you?"

Seeing that the other party is about the same age as his grandfather, and can easily attract so many brats, he shouldn't be an idiot.

Cao Xuanhe said: "Maybe I am old and afraid of death."

Ming Yi: "But you're just scaring him, you won't really kill people. You can't even think of this. That Taoist priest is too stupid."

The man just smiled when he heard the words, without explaining.

In fact, he would. Cao Xuanhe never thought of himself as a good person. He has seen too many dark and sinister sides of the world over the years, and he has long been unable to be pure and kind.

If it is explained that Yi's badness is all on the surface, it looks arrogant, rude and irritable, but in fact it is simple and pure.

Then his badness is all in the deepest part of his heart, gentle and alienated, calm and steady. The premise of these is that the other party does not touch his bottom line.

Ming Yi complained a few more words about the old Taoist priest, but he didn't get any response from the man, so he quickly turned his attention away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small paper figurine on the tea table on Cao Xuanhe's left.

Ming Yi picked it up, and saw a person's birth date written on it: December [-]th, three quarters of the unitary hour.

"Whose birthday horoscope is this?"

Cao Xuanhe said: "Mine."

Ming Yi was shocked: "Your birthday is New Year's Eve."

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

Speaking of New Year's Eve, Ming Yi instantly remembered how unhappy he was on the first New Year's Eve after he met Cao Xuanhe.

But half a year has passed, and Ming Yi is not so fussy.

He asked: "Isn't it the old Taoist priest who wrote your birthday on the villain?"

Cao Xuanhe hummed.

Ming Yi exploded in an instant: "Fuck, I knew I shouldn't let him go easily, now I'll catch up and beat him hard!"

As he spoke, he was about to get up from the man's arms, but it was a pity that the hands around his waist did not let go.

Cao Xuanhe: "No need."

Ming Yi frowned: "But this little paper man is probably what he used to curse you."

Seeing his serious expression, Cao Xuanhe raised his lips: "Don't worry, it's just an ordinary tracking talisman."

If not, the old Taoist would not be able to find the ghost market in the south of the city at night.

Hearing what he said, Ming Yi felt relieved a little, and asked again: "Daughter-in-law, your magic skills are really good, right?"

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Worried that I can't beat him?"

Ming Yi shook his head: "I'm worried that you won't be able to beat them."

Yin Youran said that Cao Xuanhe is very powerful, but after all, two fists are no match for four hands. If that person recruits a few Taoist priests to deal with Cao Xuanhe together, no matter how powerful he is, he will be overwhelmed.

Although his grandfather was a Taoist priest during his lifetime, Ming Yi didn't know much about magic arts.

Coupled with the natural restraint of warlocks against little ghosts, this makes them somewhat afraid of warlocks and Taoist priests.

For example, the curly-haired ghost and the flat-headed ghost met Cao Xuanhe for the first time, and when they learned that he was a warlock, they ran away in fright.

Ming Yi was not afraid of going against the old Taoist priest, but he was afraid that if he really fought, he would not be able to protect his wife.

In case the other party attacked Cao Xuanhe silently, he might not be able to find out if he didn't know how to fight.

Cao Xuanhe smiled: "Don't worry, I can fight."

Hearing what he said, Ming Yi didn't feel at ease, and secretly thought that no matter whether his daughter-in-law was as powerful as Yin Youran said, he would follow her every step of the way during this time.

If he really couldn't fight, he could delay the old Taoist priest and buy his wife some time to escape.

Ming Yi thought about these small thoughts, if Yin Youran or other people who knew Cao Xuanhe found out, he would have to pat his belly and laugh his teeth out.

Cao Xuanhe fled in embarrassment.

They have lived for so many years and haven't dared to imagine the scene, but they want to see it.

Sending the old Taoist away, Cao Xuanhe casually threw the little paper man into the trash can.

As the paper slowly fell, it suddenly ignited spontaneously without fire, and finally only the burned ashes fell into the trash can.

Cao Xuanhe glanced at the time. It was only eight o'clock in the evening. He went to the lounge to pick up his coat, put the tablet on the koi tour lake ornament back into his pocket, and asked Ming Yi, "Can I go?"

Ming Yi was a little embarrassed and murmured.

For the next few days, Cao Xuanhe stayed in the store, reading books and playing with his gadgets, as if he never felt bored.

Ming Yi is used to being bored. All these years of being a kid, besides sleeping in the cemetery, he would go for a walk in the wilderness. Beating up those bullies and kids was his only pleasure.

Now staying by Cao Xuanhe's side, he has a mobile phone and tablet to play games.

He can hold the tablet quietly for a day.

It's just that three or four days have passed, and I don't know if the old Taoist has withdrawn from that mysterious art association.

And that old snake spirit hasn't come out of the hospital after such a long time. Could it be that they were paralyzed by fright?

Just as he was thinking this, the phone in his hand rang suddenly.

Ming Yi subconsciously handed the phone to Cao Xuanhe: "Daughter-in-law, Yin Youran's video call."

The man reached out to take it, clicked to answer, and placed it on the table.

Cao Xuanhe: "Is there something wrong?"

Yin Youran said in a leisurely tone, "I miss you."

Cao Xuanhe: "It's dead."

Yin Youran: "Hey, wait a minute."

Cao Xuanhe stopped pressing the hang up button and gave him a chance to speak again.

Yin Youran: "By the way, didn't you say that old fox Qingsong promised you to quit the association a few days ago? Why is there still no movement?"

Cao Xuanhe threw out three words casually: "I don't know."

Yin Youran clicked his tongue: "I guess he regretted it after agreeing, and wants to fight you head-on."

Cao Xuanhe hummed, not caring at all.

Yin Youran asked, "Then what are you going to do?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Kill it."

Yin Youran hurriedly stopped: "Hey, ah, a harmonious society, murder is against the law, please be a good citizen who abides by the law."

Cao Xuanhe ignored it.

Yin Youran knew that the other party just said casually, and said: "What this person has done in private, his life will definitely not be kept, so you don't need to do it."

"By the way, Yan's family is asking around for me. They probably want to buy him off. How about I just tell him that I'm from your side?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No need."

Yin Youran: "Okay, let them make trouble, they can't beat you anyway."

Cao Xuanhe: "Be prepared to deal with the aftermath."

Yin Youran was startled, and asked, "Are you planning to do something?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No, they are planning to do something."

In the early morning, Cao Xuanhe came to the store as usual.

Qiao Fan thought that he would go directly to the lounge or the backyard as usual.

Unexpectedly, the other party walked towards him.

Seeing this, Qiao Fan immediately stood up and asked, "Boss, what's the matter?"

Cao Xuanhe looked at him and said, "Your complexion is very bad."

Qiao Fan touched his slightly pale face and explained: "It may be because I had a nightmare last night and didn't have a good rest."

Ming Yi heard the words, floated out from the memorial tablet, saw the black air between his brows and said: "He seems to have run into something evil."

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. There are no less than a dozen little ghosts in this shop, and they are quite sinister.

Although Qiao Fan is an ordinary person, he often stays in this kind of environment, and Cao Xuanhe has adjusted his physique secretly, so that he will not be contaminated with so much Yin Qi when he meets a kid.

Cao Xuanhe didn't speak, but reached out and swept his hand between his brows, dispelling the cloudy energy, and said: "When you are free, go to the door to bask in the sun."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Fan nodded, and immediately picked up his chair and walked towards the door of the store.

Cao Xuanhe looked at the yin qi surrounding his fingertips, walked to the lounge, opened half of the curtains, opened the window, and stretched out his hand. The sun shone on his slender and fair fingers, and the yin qi on his fingertips instantly dissipated.

"Cao Zhong."

Hearing this, a tall male ghost suddenly appeared in the shade: "Master."

Cao Xuanhe warned: "Go back with Qiao Fan tonight."

Cao Zhong: "Good."

Cao Xuanhe waved to him, indicating that he could go back.

Unexpectedly, Cao Zhong stood there without moving, looking hesitant to speak.

Cao Xuanhe saw it and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Cao Zhong nodded: "En."

Cao Xuanhe: "Say."

Cao Zhong hesitated for half a second, and summoned up his courage: "Master, I want to fight Ming Yi again!"

The last time he lost to Ming Yi, he always felt very aggrieved.

Especially last time when Brother Si Ling lost to this skinny little brat, he was even more unconvinced.

"No."

"it is good!"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Ming Yi who just lay down in the corner immediately threw the tablet aside, stood up and said, "Where are you going to play?"

Cao Xuanhe frowned upon hearing this.

Seeing that his master was not happy, Cao Zhong asked, "Is the master not agreeing?"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips, thought for half a second, and said, "Another day."

Ming Yi waved his hand and refused: "No, we can fight today."

Seeing this, Cao Zhong asked, "Is Ming Yi feeling unwell today?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

Ming Yi: "No!"

One person and one ghost spoke again at the same time.

Cao Zhong: "..."

Although it is not clear what happened, their conversation was a bit weird.

Since the master said another day, then another day.

Cao Zhong said to Ming Yi: "Since you are unwell, just as the master said, we will fight again at another day. When you recover, just tell me."

After finishing speaking, he floated back to the Bogu stand.

Hearing this, Ming Yi's previous energy subsided in an instant, and he reclined back on the soft single sofa.

Seeing his sleepy appearance, Cao Xuanhe stepped forward, knelt down, and reprimanded him in a low voice: "You've already looked like this, yet you still dare to fight."

Ming Yi glanced at him and thought: I don't blame you for my appearance!

"I call it losing without losing. Besides, you can fight even if you hold on."

Cao Xuanhe had no choice but to knock on his forehead with his fingers, telling him: "Be honest and rest well."

Ming Yi snorted softly, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Speaking of this sofa, Cao Xuanhe bought it for him specially.

The day after the Taoist priest brought hundreds of ghosts to seek trouble, Ming Yi still followed Cao Xuanhe to the store.

It may be that his waist was too weak that night, he always felt uncomfortable sitting on the wooden chair, and had to change his position from time to time, and then he simply squatted on the chair.

After Cao Xuanhe saw it, he didn't say much, and asked someone to send a single sofa over, and put it in a corner where there was no sunlight.

The sofa was soft and comfortable, Ming Yi was lying on it, and his waist felt so uncomfortable in an instant.

For the past few days, he has been nestling on the sofa playing games and sleeping, which seems to have become his exclusive seat.

In the evening, Qiao Fan, who had been in the sun all day, finally felt less uncomfortable.

However, he felt very tired after not having a good night's rest. At five o'clock in the afternoon, he closed the shop on time and cycled home.

However, this night was destined to be unsafe.

Less than half an hour after he fell asleep, a thick yin energy suddenly appeared under the bed, gradually congealing into a human form, and turned into a crutch, with a strange smile on his wrinkled face and cloudy eyes. The old lady stared at the boy sleeping soundly on the bed.