My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi watched him frown and ponder, with a look of bewilderment, a little soft-hearted in his heart,

In fact, he knew that what he said was a bit unreasonable. At that time, he was the one who yelled at the other party that he was going to throw the body in the room of that old snake spirit in Yan's house.

But if you think about it carefully, if he hadn't angered the Yan family and the Yan family waited for an opportunity to retaliate, things wouldn't have come to this point.

Ming Yi felt that every step of the matter was under Cao Xuanhe's control.

This feeling made Ming Yi very uncomfortable, and he wanted to deliberately make things difficult for him.

After a long time, Cao Xuanhe uttered four words helplessly: "I really don't have one."

Ming Yi turned his face away, pretending not to listen.

"Now I seriously doubt that I knew you, fell in love with you, couldn't do without you, and finally automatically sent to your door to be your daughter-in-law. Is it because you planned every step of the way."

What a conspiracy theory.

"Say it quickly, don't you!"

Cao Xuanhe looked helpless: "No."

"Then why did you only become friends with Yin Youran and the others for three years, and you and I made a clear relationship in half a year?"

Mingyi was just teasing him at first, but as he talked, he became more sincere.

"You must have seduced me quietly, otherwise how could I have taken the bait so quickly and sacrificed myself as the bullied side for you."

"We've been in a relationship for so long. I've never heard you say you like me. Did you want me to be together because I pestered you?"

Cao Xuanhe listened amusedly, and asked, "What do you think is the purpose?"

Ming Yi frowned: "How would I know, maybe it's because I'm good at fighting, so I can be your bodyguard... Hmm."

Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Cao Xuanhe couldn't help blocking him.

The man kissed very domineeringly, as if silently refuting his fallacy.

"Well--"

Ming Yi noticed the opponent's movement, opened his eyes wide, pushed his shoulder angrily, and pushed him away.

"Sure enough, you have a purpose, you are just greedy for my body!"

"..."

Cao Xuanhe was so helpless and funny, he bullied him even more: "It's very greedy."

Ming Yi heard that his voice had become hoarse, his heart skipped a beat, his playfulness was greatly reduced, and he said vigilantly: "No, no!"

"why not?"

Ming Yi said shyly and angrily: "There is no such thing as every day... or something!"

Cao Xuanhe laughed and teased: "I can't help it, I'm greedy for your body."

Ming Yi choked: "I was joking just now, let's talk about business. That old Taoist priest wants to attack the people around you. This time it is Qiao Fan, and who will it be next time?"

Cao Xuanhe had just suffered a loss, how could he dare to guess again, he just threw out a sentence: "I don't know."

Ming Yi thought about it carefully, he didn't have many friends around Cao Xuanhe, apart from Qiao Fan and Qiao Qiao, only Yin Youran who was in constant contact with him was left.

"Don't, don't do it." Ming Yi grabbed his troubled hand and asked, "Will the old Taoist attack Yin Youran? Why don't you send him a message to remind him first."

Seeing that the man ignored him, Ming Yi patted him on the shoulder angrily: "I'm talking to you."

Cao Xuanhe pecked lightly on his lips: "Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself."

Late at night, in the bedroom of a villa.

Daoist Qingsong raised his eyes and looked at the time on the wall. It was already past one o'clock in the morning. It stands to reason that the old woman Zhang Juan had already succeeded.

But why haven't you brought back the clerk's soul yet?

Was it discovered by the other party?

Thinking of this, he got up and got out of bed uneasy, and went to the drawer to take out three pieces of emperor's money to throw and do fortune-telling. As a result, the hexagram showed that the possibility of failure was extremely high.

Priest Qingsong's forehead could not help but a few drops of cold sweat, and he cursed the Yan family again in his heart.

Cao Xuanhe was someone he had been unwilling to offend, mainly because the other party's life experience was too bizarre. He had sent people to investigate the other party many times, but found nothing.

How could an ordinary person hide his identity so tightly?

He hadn't dealt with Cao Xuanhe very much, nor had he done anything together, but he had heard of many things related to him over the years.

Knowing that he has profound skills, and also knows that he has a eccentric personality, he doesn't like to make friends with others, and he has never joined any organization.

Although I was going to vent my anger on Yan's family this time, I didn't cause any real harm to him. Why did Cao Xuanhe want to kill him?

Even if he is angry, the Yan family should be there as a shield in front, but why does he feel that the other party seems to be deliberately targeting him?

Otherwise, why would you make such a rude request to let him withdraw from the Mystic Art Association.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt strange. Cao Xuanhe had always been a loner, and he had never participated in the open and secret fights in their association for so many years. Why did he suddenly take charge of the internal affairs of the association now?

At present, the association is harmonious and calm on the surface, but turbulent in the dark, with him and Song Yuanxiang as the leaders, forming a trend of splitting into two.

Could it be that Song Yuanxiang had already bought Cao Xuanhe, and that's why he wanted him to kick him out of the association to make way for Song Yuanxiang?

Besides this, Daoist Qingsong couldn't think of any other reason.

As soon as he thought that he had worked hard for many years and was forced to hand over the results that he was about to obtain to others, the fear of Cao Xuanhe in Taoist priest Qingsong disappeared in an instant.

Now that he has been forced to this point, no matter how strong the opponent is, he needs to fight it.

Thinking of this, he picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and regardless of the fact that it was already midnight, he dug out a few phone numbers and dialed them.

In the early morning, Ming Yi was forcibly picked up from the bed by Cao Xuanhe.

Since he offended the Yan family, Cao Xuanhe no longer let him stay alone, and Mingyi said that he was too tired to rest at home.

His sleepy eyes were too lazy to open, and he complained unhappily, "Will this be the case every day from now on?"

It is simply restricting his ghost body freedom.

Besides, judging from the current situation, he couldn't stay at home every night, otherwise his health would be too much.

Cao Xuanhe kissed him on the lips and comforted him: "No need."

Ming Yi asked: "When will it end?"

Cao Xuanhe just wanted to say tonight, but suddenly remembered what happened last night, and he had to change it to: "Soon."

Ming Yi was dissatisfied: "How fast is soon?"

Cao Xuanhe: "..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ming Yi thought that he didn't know, so he didn't ask any more, and got into his little tablet helplessly, letting the other party lead him out.

When Cao Xuanhe arrived at Wanbaozhai, it was past ten o'clock at noon, and the surrounding shops were all open to welcome customers, but Wanbaozhai was closed tightly.

He didn't say much, took out his key, opened the store door and walked in.

Afterwards, he called Yin Youran and told about Qiao Fan's encounter with a ghost last night. He estimated that he would be seriously ill today, and asked him to send someone over to see if he needed to be sent to the hospital.

The store door closed again, Cao Xuanhe stepped behind the screen, walked around the lounge, opened a door, and entered the backyard.

In fact, there was a row of houses in the backyard, the doors were locked all the time, and it looked very deserted.

Cao Xuanhe walked to one of the doors and opened the iron lock. With a "squeak", the dilapidated wooden door opened, and a strong yin energy gushed out from inside.

"elder brother!"

There was a childish voice coming from inside, which was dark and full of surprise.

Ming in the tablet woke up suddenly, rubbing his eyes and sticking his head out from inside.

Seeing the thick cloudiness around him, he floated out immediately, looked around, and asked, "Where is this?"

Before Cao Xuanhe could answer, a little girl ran out from a dark corner, looked at him vigilantly, and asked, "Who are you?"

Ming Yi heard that the other party's tone was not kind, so he also asked angrily: "Who are you?"

The little girl showed a fierce expression: "Stay away from my brother, believe it or not, I ate you!"

Ming Yi wanted to eat the soft but not the hard, and after listening to the other party's words, he regained his energy instantly. He felt that his waist was no longer sore, and his legs didn't hurt anymore. He took a step forward and said provocatively: "The little ghost is not big, but his tone is not small. If you have the ability, come here and see which of us eats the other."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Cao Xuanhe had no choice but to pull the little ghost into his arms, patted him on the shoulder soothingly, signaled him to calm down, and at the same time said to the little girl: "Bingli, this is your sister-in-law, please be polite."

Hearing this, the little girl showed a surprised expression, tilted her head and looked Ming Yi up and down, and said puzzledly: "But he is a man."

Ming Yi muttered in dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with the man!"

Cao Xuanhe curled his lips and explained: "He is my boyfriend."

Bingli said, a bright smile instantly appeared on his face, and he called sweetly, "Hello, sister-in-law."

Ming Yi froze, and cursed secretly: Damn, this little girl is quite cute!

The anger just dissipated in an instant, and he hummed embarrassingly, with an awkward tone: "Don't call me sister-in-law, it sounds weird, call me brother."

Bingli said obediently: "Brother."

Ming Yi was in a good mood: "Little guy is so good, I came in a hurry this time and didn't have time to bring a gift, I'll make it up for you next time."

Bingli hummed obediently, licked her lips, and asked, "Can I have an ice cream?"

Ming Yi nodded: "Yes, yes, but can you eat it?"

Bingli nodded: "Yeah."

Seeing the two little ghosts chatting, Cao Xuanhe interrupted: "Let's get down to business first, where's that little ghost from last night?"

Hearing this, Bingli ran towards a dark corner, and after a while there was a sound of friction, and she saw her small body less than one meter, actually pulling a ghostly old lady out.

Cao Xuanhe took out a porcelain vase, put the old lady in the vase, and said to Bing Li, "It's hard work."

The little girl smiled and waved her hands again and again: "No hard work, no hard work, goodbye brother."

Returning to the lounge from the backyard, Ming Yi got out of the tablet again, glanced at the locked wooden door through the window, and asked, "Daughter-in-law, what's the matter with that brat?"

The girl is not very old, so there is a lot of resentment around her.

What surprised Ming Yi even more was that the room next to him was so dark that he often stayed in the backyard without noticing it.

Cao Xuanhe said: "Her name is Bingli, she is a resentful spirit, and she was collected a few years ago."

Ming Yi pursed his lips, glanced at the antique porcelain on the wall of the ancient shelf, and asked, "How many little ghosts have you taken in these years?"

Cao Xuanhe looked up at him, and said in a low voice, "Are you jealous?"

Ming Yi waved his hands again and again when he heard the words: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

There are quite a few little devils in this lounge, if Sister Juan and the others hear about it, Ming Yi won't be able to show up in the store in the future.

Cao Xuanhe didn't say any more, he set up a ghost formation on the ground, and released the captured old woman from the bottle.

Compared with last night, at this time, she was sluggish, all the resentment in her body disappeared, the ghost body was weak and transparent, and she sat on the ground trembling.

Cao Xuanhe said: "Are you going to take the initiative to explain yourself?"

The old ghost seemed to be unable to hear, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Seeing this, Ming Yi yelled at her: "Hey, my wife is talking to you."

The old ghost remained silent.

Cao Xuanhe twirled his fingers, and said lightly: "It's a pity, since you are crazy, let's fill your stomach with ice grains."

Hearing this, the old woman who wanted to pretend to be a fool all the time woke up instantly, shook her head in horror and refused: "No, don't, I say!"

"Daoist Qingsong sent me here, and he asked me to bring back the soul of that boy Qiao Fan!"