This was clearly an auspicious, happy, and wealthy family!
Xiao Bao glared at the boss.
Who's family with that shameless lecher!
It's a pity that the boss didn't receive his fierce gaze. He was still praising Mu Yan with a smile, "Madam is really blessed. Your husband loves you so much, and your son is so filial to you …"
Mu Yan: "???"
However, without waiting for the boss to finish, without waiting for Mu Yan to ask, Xiao Bao directly pulls Mu Yan away with a fierce face.
Along the way, no matter how Mu Yan asked, Xiao Bao refused to say anything.
He couldn't compete with that man in robbing, and he also couldn't compete with him in martial arts …
He wouldn't say such a shameful thing, he wouldn't let his mother know!
Humph!
Mu Yan has just returned to Junji Drugstore with Xiao Bao when she discovers that there are a lot of people sitting in the originally deserted drugstore.
That's because Junji Drugstore sells very few special draughts every day.
In the wee hours of the morning and early in the morning, there would always be a crowd of people who wished they could flatten the medicine shop.
However, it would only take a quarter of an hour for these people to completely disperse.
Because the special draughts are sold out!
Since they were all sold out, what were they still doing here? Naturally, they would have to line up again the next morning.
But what's strange is that it's already evening when Muyan comes back today. Not only is the shop not deserted, it's also crowded with dozens of people.
As the host, Chen Qingfeng was cowering in a corner, his face pale and trembling.
Yan Haotian, who was also in the living room, was tense, as if he was facing a great enemy.
As soon as he discovers that Muyan has entered, Chen Qingfeng rushes over as if he has caught a life-saving straw, "Miss Jun, little gongzi, you're finally back!"
If he didn't come back soon, he would have fainted from fright.
Mu Yan indifferently looks over, and quickly understands why Chen Qingfeng is so afraid, and why Yan Haotian is acting as if he's facing a formidable enemy.
Because at this time, the people sitting in this shop were all from the Ghost City.
Ru Yan and Old Tao were among them.
There are also some people who aren't Ghost Envoys of the Ghost City, but Muyan has seen them in Wan Ren Ku and the Beast Fighting Colosseum.
They were all slaves who were used to seeing blood or cruel and ruthless outlaws.
Tsk … what is the Ghost City trying to do?
Could it be that he was here to take revenge for what happened a few days ago?
"Greetings, Miss Jun." Just as she was thinking, she saw a middle-aged man with white hair stand up from the crowd. He respectfully cupped his hands towards her, "This one is the Ghost City's King of Hell, Xia Yi. Today, I have disturbed Miss Jun, and I have specially come to apologize to you. I hope that you, as a great man, will not hold grudges for the offenses of a lowly man, and forgive our Ghost City's rudeness towards you. "
Ga —?!!
Chen Qingfeng turned his head in a daze and looked at the middle-aged man, unable to believe his ears.
Even Yan Haotian's eyes widened in shock.
Just now, who did that middle-aged man say he was?
Ghost City's King of Hell?!
God, that's the Ghost King of the Ghost City that even the Emperors of Chi Yan, Jing Cheng, and Huang Yao don't pay attention to, ah?
Why would he appear here?
Moreover, the Ghost City's King of Hell actually … actually came to apologize to Miss Jun?
Chen Qingfeng felt that either his ears were damaged or he was hearing things.
Mu Yan, on the other hand, had a leisurely expression, and sat down on a chair at the side without any joy or anger.
Xiao Bao gave her a cup of tea, and Mu Yan smiled as she took the teacup, and hugged Xiao Bao in her arms.
She sipped the tea, and unhurriedly smiled: "Ghost King Xia, don't tell me you don't blame me for destroying the Ghost City, and even emptying the Ghost City?"
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