Qiao Yu's face was instantly embarrassed, but before she could explain, Chu Xixuan said coldly: "The night market has a special bus that can take people there away!"
The ancient streets of the night market were very secluded, and outsiders couldn't enter at all. Chu Xixuan was the only one who could drive here. Usually, outsiders who wanted to come to the night market needed to book a bus ticket through a special channel, and then wait for the special black bus at the designated platform at the specified time.
Qiao Yu only thought that Chu Xixuan was the boss of the night market and should be able to drive here, but he didn't think that because Chu Xixuan was the boss of the night market, he naturally knew the rules of the night market very well.
Qiao Yu smiled shyly and said, "Since it's inconvenient, I'd better take the bus!" After that, he strode away as if escaping.
I thought to myself that there was still a long way to go and there was no need to rush.
Seeing the doubt in Lan Ziye's eyes, Chu Xixuan thought she was worried about Qiao Yu, so he took the initiative to explain: "The night market bus has a round-trip ticket. The number of people brought in must be taken out. Even if someone died in the night market, they must report it. The bus will not start until everyone is present. If she leaves today in our car, I will need to call the bus company to say hello. Besides, the time is not over yet, the bus will wait for her!"
Lan Ziye grinned and said, "Do you think I'm so kind?" He touched his nose and said embarrassedly, "You make me look like a saint!"
Chu Xixuan was in a better mood when he saw that his wife was finally no longer angry with him. He did not respond but the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Pluto?" The Lycoris radiata flower demon behind the two of them suddenly exclaimed.
When Chu Xixuan and Lan Ziye turned around, the Manjushage flower demon had already run to the side of a strange man, was grabbing the man's arm, and was looking at the man with tears in her eyes.
Chu Xixuan and Lan Ziye were also surprised when they approached and saw the man's appearance clearly.
What surprised Lan Ziye was that the man was exactly the same as Hades from three thousand years ago. If she didn't know that Hades couldn't live that long, she would have thought that this man was Hades.
Chu Xixuan was surprised and asked, "Heiyuan?"
Hei Yuan turned around and saw that it was Chu Xixuan. He nodded slightly and greeted him in a cold voice, "Young Master Chu!" Then he frowned and looked down at the hand that the Manjushage Flower Demon was holding. His eyes were so cold that the Manjushage Flower Demon felt very unfamiliar.
"Hei Yuan?" The Manjushage Flower Fairy stared blankly at the face she had missed for more than three thousand years. It was so similar! Exactly the same, but it was a pity that he was not him. His name was Hei Yuan, not Hades. Hades would not look at her with such eyes.
The Manjushage Flower Fairy put down her hand dejectedly and said listlessly, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person!"
Hei Yuan's eyes moved, his face remained cold. He turned to Chu Xixuan and nodded again, then strode away.
The Manjushage Flower Fairy watched the familiar figure disappear, and her whole body seemed to be drained away. She turned her head dejectedly and looked at Lan Ziye and said, "Let's go!"
Now the originally taciturn Lycoris radiata flower demon became even more silent.
Only after they got in the car and drove some distance did Lan Ziye carefully ask, "Who is Hei Yuan? Is he from the night market?"
"Yeah!" Chu Xixuan responded, "Heiyuan is an orphan. He was picked up by Qingniao five years ago and is now performing tasks in the pawnshop!"
"An orphan? Was he raised by Bluebird?" Lan Ziye asked doubtfully. "Judging from his appearance, he's only about twenty years old. Five or six years ago, he must have been only fifteen or sixteen!"
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