Chapter 163 I Go to Bed Early
Qi Ming reluctantly took the small basket of grapes and left. There were only three of them left in the yard. As soon as he left, Yang Fan's expression changed instantly.

The stick in her hand whirred and she looked at Yan Qing with a grim smile, "Xiao Qing, did you want to hit the Grandmaster just now?"

He didn't expect her expression to change suddenly. Yan Qing's pupils constricted and he quickly took a few steps back. Now that Qi Ming was gone, he was alone and helpless.

In fact, he was not alone, he also had a nephew with him.

Yan Qing turned his head and looked towards the place where Tang Yuanyuan was standing, but unexpectedly, there was no one there. The other party had run away at the first moment.

Tang Yuanyuan lay on the gate of Yang Fan's courtyard and shouted inside in a low voice, "Uncle Master, I'm going back to sleep first. I have to get up early to work later."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Yan Qing: “…”

It's almost five o'clock, and we have to go to the market at half past six. You're still sleeping in such a short time! Yan Qing cursed in his heart.

As expected, at critical moments, no one can be relied on and you can only rely on yourself.

Yan Qing turned around and looked at Yang Fan, and said with a wry smile, "Um... Grandmaster, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

He stared at the lightning-struck wood in Yang Fan's hand and retreated towards the gate of the yard calmly.

It was impossible to fight, he could only run away.

Just as he was about to retreat to the door, Yang Fan suddenly moved, rushing towards him with the stick in his hand. Yan Qing turned and ran away at lightning speed.

He quickly overtook Tang Yuanyuan who had already run far away, passed by him like a gust of wind, ran into Fu's house, and then locked the door.

Tang Yuanyuan, who followed behind, was dumbfounded when he saw the door that couldn't be opened. "My uncle, you locked the door, how can I get in?"
Yan Qing: Why are you still sleeping at this time? Go and practice!

Tang Yuanyuan: ...

To some extent, the stinginess and vengeance of the Sanqing Palace are consistent with each other.

Yang Fan looked at the empty gate and snorted, "You still want two people to beat me together."

Sorry, she likes to defeat them one by one.

It was almost five o'clock, the sky was gradually getting brighter, and the chickens in the backyard began to crow.

There was only an hour and a half left, and Yang Fan didn't plan to sleep. She turned around and went back to the warehouse to put down the lightning-struck wood, but she hadn't even walked into the house.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the door. Yang Fan turned around and saw Gao Yu running towards him with an anxious look on his face, holding the sleeping Nana.

"Master, sorry, we overslept!"

Before, Yang Fan told her that she must bring the child back before four o'clock, otherwise the gate of the underworld would be closed after four o'clock and she would not be able to go back.

But as they were chatting, they both fell asleep and have been sleeping until now. If Gao Yu hadn't felt a little cold and remembered to cover herself with a blanket, there's no telling how long she would have slept.

Now Nana was still sleeping soundly in her arms, smacking her little lips and burrowing her little head into her arms.

Gao Yu looked at Yang Fan very embarrassedly, "Master, please help me send Nana back, and I will write you an IOU for 200,000 yuan."

"It doesn't need to be 200,000, 1,000 will be enough." Yang Fan looked at the sleeping child in her arms, a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Wait a little while and send it back to her."

Gao Yu nodded, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

Gao Yu sat in the yard holding Nana and waiting. Yang Fan went back to the warehouse and put the lightning-struck wood back into the drawer. Under the cabinet, the little white tiger was still sleeping soundly and snoring.

The snoring was particularly obvious in the quiet warehouse. Yang Fan chuckled and murmured, "He slept soundly."

She pinched the little white tiger's neck and lifted it up, shaking it. The little white tiger was shaken awake and slowly opened its dazed eyes.

The little tiger's eyes are full of big doubts, what are you doing?
Yang Fan said dissatisfiedly, "I was almost beaten up just now, and you didn't come to help me, and you slept so soundly. Isn't that a bit too much?"

Hearing that she was beaten up by a group of people, the little white tiger woke up instantly with a start, and whimpered, looking fierce. Who is it? ! Who dares to hit you, I, Lord White Tiger, will never let him go!

Yang Fan was quite satisfied with this reaction and held the little white tiger in his arms. "I will call that man out later, and you and I will fight back together."

"Ouch~" No problem, I will definitely help beat him up!
In order to show its ferocity, its two short legs were struggling hard in the air.

Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction. Yes, that's right, it has to be that fierce.

She carried the little white tiger upstairs, put it aside, and went to wash her hair and take a shower. When she dried her hair, changed her clothes and came to call it, she found it lying on its bed and had fallen asleep.

Yang Fan sighed, "You fall asleep really quickly."

Forget it, let the child sleep if he is sleepy. Yang Fan tiptoed out of the room, closed the door and went downstairs.

At six o'clock, thinking that the time was about right, Yang Fan began to draw talismans and set up formations to summon souls.

Qi Ming changed into pajamas, lay down on his two-meter-long bed, covered himself with a quilt, slowly closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Suddenly he felt something, and the next second, he appeared in the middle of Yang Fan's yard in a sleeping position.

The ground beneath him was cold and hard, even harder than his heart.

Qi Ming: ...Fuck!

Gao Yu: This ghost messenger always appears in an unusual way every time.

Yang Fan walked over, crossed his arms, and looked down at the 'person' lying on the ground. "Oh, it's only six o'clock and you're already asleep. You obviously go to bed early."

At six o'clock, it was already daybreak.

Qi Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of suppressed anger, "Didn't I tell you not to call me out during work hours?"

"And call me by my full! name!"

Yang Fan blinked his big innocent eyes, "Really? When did you say that? How come I didn't know about it?"

"You should tell me this important thing in advance next time."

Scoundrel! This man is a complete scoundrel!

Qi Ming was so angry that his eyes rolled back, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his hands beside his legs loosened and clenched again. He could no longer endure it and no longer needed to endure it!

Realizing that he was about to make a move, Yang Fan stepped back a few steps in time. The next second, Qi Ming jumped up from the ground and chased Yang Fan barefoot to beat him.

Yang Fan ran around the yard like a monkey, saying in a frivolous way, "Hey, I can't hit him. I just can't hit him."

"Stop, let's fight!"

"When you catch up, I will fight you. Mingming, hurry up. You are a young man and you don't have enough physical strength."

Qi Ming: Ah! Beat her to death!
Gao Yu held Nana in her arms with a confused look on her face. She looked at the man and the ghost running around the yard, then looked down at Nana, who was woken up and looked confused in her arms, and then looked up at the sun slowly rising in the distance.

At this moment, is it really okay not to go back to the underworld?

After a while, Yang Fan stopped and said, "That's enough. I'll give you another basket of grapes. Help me take the child back to the underworld."

Caught off guard, she met a pair of inky eyes. When their eyes met, she was stunned for a moment.

Everything around her slowed down in her eyes. After a long while, she spoke with difficulty, "Can you put down the bricks...?"

"I want two baskets of grapes."

"make a deal!"