Yang Pan changed into a comfortable posture, watching the fog around him gradually spread, he couldn't help but yawn a few times, and felt sleepy.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the familiar carved beams and the pink bed tent on Madame Qi's evil taste. Yang Pan sat up and suddenly yawned.

Fenmi, who was guarding the side of the bed, had a pair and shook the dog's tail grass in his hand, and when he saw Yang Pan wake up, he turned his head lazily to look at him.

She shook the dog's tail and said nonchalantly, "Haven't slept enough?"

Yang Pan let out another long yawn, he wiped away the tears that had accidentally overflowed, and said inarticulately, "What time is it?"

Fenmi tilted his head to look at him, with an expression of 'are you stupid', Yang Pan remembered that he invented the sundial timekeeping method, and among his three maids, only Barley knew how to read, Li Mi was illiterate, and Fenmi felt that as long as someone could do it, he was too lazy to learn.

Yang Pan patted his head and asked her, "Do you know where my mother is now?"

Fenmi tilted her head and thought for a while: "According to Mrs. Qi's habits, she may be in the ancestral hall now." ”

"Ancestral Hall?" Yang Pan was stunned for a moment, and then then asked, "Today is the fifteenth?"

Fenmi rolled her eyes and reached out to touch his head: "Are you sleepy, today is Mrs. Qi's birthday, and you asked me to help you buy a gift in the morning!" Then she raised her arm to show him, "Look, just to call Xiao Li to get up and buy it, my arm was bitten and bleeding from her......"

Yang Pan's mind was empty, he remembered this matter, and it was indeed Mrs. Qi's birthday as she said, but it was clearly last month, why did it appear in his own demons, and his demons should not be...... The ......

Yang Pan couldn't think about it anymore, so it was okay, after all, that disaster was something that no one would want to experience a second time. He grabbed his hair, but decided to go to the ancestral hall to have a look, and before he ran out, he didn't forget to tell Fenmi, "Remember to light a stick of incense." ”

Although I don't know if the speed of time in the outside world is the same as that in the Mind Magic Realm, it is still safer to light incense.

Fenmi still nodded as if she was unable to cope, Yang Pan also knew that although Fenmi always looked lazy and poisonous, she was indeed the most reliable of the three sisters of the Mi family, so she didn't hesitate, and ran to the direction of the ancestral hall in three steps and two steps.

The ancestral hall was closed, and Mrs. Qi's two personal maids were guarding the door of the ancestral hall, and they were also shocked to see their young master running over in disheveled clothes.

"Is my mother in there?"

"Yes, but ......"

got a positive answer, Yang Pan didn't care about anything else, and went directly to push the door of the ancestral hall, the two little maids hadn't finished speaking, and they didn't dare to do anything when they saw this, so they just knelt down silently behind Yang Pan and only forgave their sins.

Yang Pan slammed the door shut with a stinky face, looked at Mrs. Qi who was kneeling motionless in the ancestral hall, and for some reason his heart settled down.

He didn't bother Mrs. Qi to chant the scriptures, only found a futon on the side to learn Mrs. Qi's appearance to kneel well, tilted his head to look at his mother in this world, but couldn't help but think of that day Mrs. Qi rushed over and hugged him, remembering that after the explosion, Mrs. Qi's bloody and miserable face, but his eyes were blurred, he silently wiped away the tears hanging in the corners of his eyes, Mrs. Qi said, men have tears and do not flick.

It's good to just watch quietly, for one more second.

Yang Pan knelt for a long time, but gradually realized that something was wrong.

Mrs. Qi is a casual person, she has always been informal, otherwise she would not have said that she would marry Xiao Li, and in Yang Pan's memory, Mrs. Qi is a person who can laugh and scold in front of the ancestral tablet, and she has even said that the Buddha still has wine and meat through the intestines, and the Buddha left a saying in his heart, why don't we villains even have the right to joke with our ancestors?

And now Mrs. Qi is too quiet.

Mrs. Qi is wearing a plain dress today, her face is not gorgeous, but she has an atmosphere that is rare for ordinary people, although she doesn't say a word at this time, she can't erase the chic wanton in her bones.

Yang Pan leaned over cautiously, but his heart cooled down one by one.

There was no sound.

Still silent.

The ancestral hall was quiet and scary, Yang Pan could hear the faster and faster heartbeat in his chest, and he could also feel the coolness of drops of cold sweat, but he didn't feel the person in front of him angry.

Yang Pan's hands were already shaking, but he still walked over, squatted down, surrounded this half-lived woman, and slowly put his head up - no heartbeat.

...... It turns out that this is the inner demon.

Give yourself a little hope first, but then throw people higher.

Yang Pan wanted to cry and laugh.

Laughing at himself for being stupid, since he already knows that this is a demon, why do he covet this to see her again? Why don't you just enter the moment you break through and leave, but wait until now, wait for this person to be silent in your arms for the second time...... Yang Pan, are you actually a masochist?

Mrs. Qi, my mother, once again, goodbye......

Suddenly, there was a sense of the world spinning, and Yang Pan opened his eyes again, but it was still the carved tbebeculars and pink bed tents.

Yang Pan was a little dazed for the first time, he wiped the corners of his eyes, there were some wet marks, did he still not leave?

He twisted his heart and covered his chest, is this, do you want to let yourself experience it again?

What a ruthless demon.

The incense was still burning, Fenmi was not by the bedside, Yang Pan got out of bed, walked out of the room barefoot, and saw barley coming over with a huge grinding wheel-like thing.

Yang Pan's eyelids burst out, and he suddenly remembered when this was.

Sure enough, when Barley saw him, he stopped what he was doing, and saluted in a proper manner: "Good afternoon, young master." ”

Yang Pan asked knowingly, "What are you pushing this for?"

Barley replied honestly: "Li Mi lost a bet with someone, and he wants to eat this grinding plate." ”

Yes, Xiao Li, who has always been restless, bet on his qualifications, but in the end he lost. Xiao Li complained about himself for many days, and his eyes were full of hatred for iron.

Don't get me wrong, this little girl was betting that she was a waste material.

felt that Xiao Li almost pointed at his nose and said, "You see that your qualifications are worthy of your lazy food all day long!"

As for the stone plate used for betting, Yang Pan didn't expect that she would really plan to eat it, she asked Brother Gao to grind the grinding plate into powder little by little, carrying a small bag every day, he had seen her licking the stone powder in the bag like no one.

I don't know what she went through?

However, the stone plate still did not ...... After all, that's what happened after that......

Yang Pan tightened his palms, is this the real demon? What was it that he had experienced before?

Just thinking about it, a clear voice came from the courtyard wall, "Haha, I don't see whose kind it is!"

There was another gentle voice: "Sister, it's better to pay attention, I heard that the grandson of the Li family is not very good......"

Yang Pan remembered this, it was the young lady of the Wen family, and her temperament was as gentle and lovely as her voice.

The previous voice was not small at all: "What do you think of him, my son is not allowed to praise a few words?" Eh, this little rabbit cub is awake, what are you doing in a daze, come on, salute your Aunt Wen!"

Yang Pan took a step forward, the whole person knelt on the ground, his head was bowed to the bottom, his eyes were hazy looking at the white and orange dresses that reached the ground, and his voice was as stable as ever: "Yang Pan has seen Aunt Wen, Aunt Wen has good afternoon, thank you Aunt Wen." ”

Thank you for bringing a living Mrs. Qi to me.