"Forget it, he said he could return Momo to me lively by tomorrow morning, so we'll know the result by then. I hope he doesn't disappoint me!"

Feng Guoshan looked at the sky, which started to snow again, then turned his head to the man and said:

"Go draft up the house contract. If Momo is better tomorrow, I'll give him this courtyard house as promised."

The man's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment at Feng Guoshan's words.

This courtyard house is worth at least a billion Huaxia Coins, and he's just giving it away?

"Boss..."

The man wanted to say something more, but Feng Guoshan interrupted him immediately.

"Momo is priceless to me. It's just a courtyard house; if it can ensure Momo's safety, any price is worth it. Go do as I said!"

After saying this, Feng Guoshan took out a necklace from his chest and held it tightly in his hand, murmuring to himself:

"May your spirit in heaven protect our child well!"

In the courtyard, Yang Yan was building a snowman with three little girls.

His hands-on skills were quite impressive, as a giant snowman gradually took shape under his guidance.

Cai'Er and Ruyi continuously added snow to the snowman from the side.

Meanwhile, Dawn brought over two brooms and stuck them into the snowman as arms.

Zhou Hanyun stood by, smiling as she watched Yang Yan and the others build the snowman.

Everything seemed so joyful and harmonious.

Happy times are always short-lived. Before any of the kids could truly get their fill of fun, the sky had unknowingly turned dark.

Yang Yan and Zhou Hanyun called for a hotpot delivery over the phone, and they all ate in the courtyard.

Initially, Zhou Hanyun was against the idea.

She said that since it was snowing outside, eating outdoors might mean the hotpot would go cold before they finished.

Yang Yan gave her a sidelong glance and said with a smile:

"You think my skills are for nothing? If I can't even ensure you enjoy a hotpot, then what's the point of my learning them?"

Hearing Yang Yan's words, Zhou Hanyun smiled awkwardly.

Indeed, she seemed to have overlooked that the man in front of her wasn't ordinary.

A drop in temperature was no problem for him at all.

In the courtyard, the five of them joyfully ate their hotpot.

No matter how heavily it snowed or how low the temperature was outside, the pot on the table kept bubbling away.

And none of them felt any chill while outside.

After enjoying a sumptuous hotpot, Yang Yan stretched lazily, took out a toothpick, and said while picking his teeth:

"I have something to do tonight, you all can sleep here; don't worry about me."

"If you have something to do, we'll just go back to the hotel. Staying here would be quite inconvenient."

Zhou Hanyun said.

"Tomorrow this will be our home, so then you'll need to see what's missing and help prepare. Take tonight to familiarize yourself with this place."

"Bedsheets and pillowcases definitely need to be changed. You can start planning tonight. As for sleeping arrangements...heh, don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Yang Yan said with a smile.

Hearing Yang Yan's words, Zhou Hanyun gave him a sidelong glance, but she didn't retort. Instead, she led Dawn and the others to start familiarizing themselves with the layout.

Just as Yang Yan said, preparing a home isn't a one or two-day task.

Since he said tomorrow this would be their home, she really needed to plan accordingly.

Winter nights always come early.

It's only eight o'clock in the evening, yet it's already pitch dark outside.

Zhou Hanyun and the others have been taken by Yang Yan to Paradise Island, where he lives.

Tonight will be bustling here, and by tomorrow, everything will be different.

As the night deepened, after Zhou Hanyun and the others left through the Gate of Space, Yang Yan sat outside in meditation.

Around twelve midnight, he abruptly opened his eyes, looked at his watch, and whispered:

"Alright, time to get to work. You're getting a great deal."

Yang Yan opened the door, letting in a fierce gust of cold wind.

Seeing this, the corners of Yang Yan's mouth twisted into a cold smile.

Soon, it seemed as if the sky had frozen, and the cold wind stopped.

He gently walked out the door, closed it behind him, and said to the dark courtyard:

"I see you're a pitiful soul; if you don't seek death, I won't kill you, and you can live here quietly. How about it?"

Whoosh!

The cold wind that had stopped blew again.

But this wind was different from before, colder and with a faint smell of blood.

"Don't let a good offer go to waste! I'll give you one last chance: this house is about to change hands. We can coexist peacefully."

Yang Yan seemed to be in a good mood, a bit more patient than usual.

"Dream on! Get out of this courtyard if you know what's good for you. You promised not to alter this place. Since you broke your promise, then get out."

An eerie female voice echoed from the dark courtyard, as if from the depths of hell.

"Heh! What does that have to do with me?"

Yang Yan exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, saying irritably:

"I wasn't the one who promised you. Besides, over a hundred years have passed, you can't keep up with the times!"

"Starting tomorrow, this house is mine, so you're lucky I haven't kicked you out. Yet you dare to tell me to leave?"

As soon as Yang Yan finished speaking, a more ferocious Yin Wind blew through the courtyard.

Then, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the courtyard.

The figure stood still, staring at Yang Yan, and Yang Yan stared back, unblinking.

"I'll say it one last time; get out, or I'll kill you."

The figure's voice was cold and stern, with the aura around her beginning to swirl as if brewing a massive storm.

"Heh, you think you can scare me? Don't think being a Sha is impressive. Although you are a rare kind, if not for the fact you've harmed no one, I would have sent you to the eighteenth level of hell already."

Yang Yan said coolly, completely unfazed by the aura the figure emitted.

"You..."

The figure seemed so upset by Yang Yan that her aura started to become unstable.

"What 'you'? Don't think being a Sha makes you special. Just return to your dwelling quietly. I'll resolve your issue by tomorrow."

Yang Yan said to the figure.

Hearing Yang Yan's words, the figure became more ethereal.

Soon, Yang Yan seemed to hear the figure exhale heavily, then float towards him.

It's not accurate to say "walked"; she drifted towards Yang Yan.

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