Qingluo was even more stunned this time, and opened her mouth to say, "Young Master Zhen, what do you mean by this?" ”

It doesn't seem like she's lying, and she really doesn't know anything about last night.

Mu An pondered for a moment and said to her, "Do you have frequent guests here?" ”

If she and Hoddle did have a leg, I'm afraid Hoddle would be a regular here.

But Qingluo said: "My teahouse business is not good, and I just pass the time in the idle season." ”

She is already immortal and shares her longevity with the king of Hades, so naturally she will not worry about the food and drink of mortals.

But at this moment, she still doesn't know where her immortality comes from.

"If you want to talk about regular customers, there are a few Orientals who come to buy tea every once in a while." Qingluo thought about it for a while and replied seriously.

Mu An nodded and asked for a pot of floating dream tea.

"Young Master Zhen, this floating dream tea is a good thing." Qingluo said while brewing tea, "If you relax and taste the floating dream carefully, you can remember the past, those that have been forgotten." ”

Is it in the past? Mu An lifted his lips and chuckled, he had so many things in the past, if the floating dream really had this effect, then he would not be able to dream for 100,000 years.

But at the moment, he just wanted to save Ah Hu's life.

"Qingluo, I heard that the grilled fish in the restaurant next door is very delicious, why don't I invite you to eat grilled fish today?" He casually touched Di Ting's head.

But I heard Qingluo say: "Young Master Zhen, don't laugh, I've been fasting for several years." ”

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." Mu An was still careless, but in fact, he used his spiritual sense to investigate the entire teahouse.

In the gloomy basement of this teahouse, it seems that the dark owner, Hodel, is sleeping.

He pursed his lips and chuckled, only sighing that he was so afraid of the day, that he would never get the light.

"I heard that Young Master Zhen's real body is the Jizo Bodhisattva, so in this way, I am also a believer." Qingluo poured a cup of floating dream tea for Mu An.

The tea soup is golden, the color is lush, and there is a faint floral fragrance.

Mu An raised the teacup, put it to his lips and sipped it, unlike yesterday, today's cup of floating dreams turned out to be sweet.

It's so sweet that it's greasy, as if a pound of sugar has been poured into a teapot.

"Qingluo, it's so sweet." He chuckled, as if he had returned to Rongcheng five hundred years ago, she was a Qinglou woman, and he was a benefactor.

Although the two are ruthlessly in love, they have a deep friendship.

"Young Master Zhen, I know that you are bitter in your heart, so I added a lot of honey." Qingluo explained, shaking the honeypot in her hand.

"Do you know that my heart is bitter again?" Mu An smiled helplessly, he was really bitter in his heart, so bitter.

Qingluo glanced at him lightly and said, "Trapped by love again?" Didn't you turn into Mu An and follow her? ”

"You know everything." Mu An was not surprised, these things were probably told to her by the king of Hades in private.

"What about you? Is your heart bitter? Mu An tilted his head slightly and propped himself up on the chair with one hand.

Qingluo just laughed, she knew that he was asking about her and Hades.

But that's all in the past.

For five hundred years, every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, she would receive a letter from the underworld, the content of which was nothing more than interesting stories around the king of Hades.

She was already insensitive.

"Do you know why you've lived so long?" Mu An asked Qingluo in a low voice.

Qingluo was silent, she had a guess, and she had inquired, and she didn't understand until yesterday.

"Is that him?" Qinglou's eyes flashed slightly, and his emotions were unknown.

She didn't want to know the truth, but she wanted to know the truth too much, and she spent five hundred years in such contradictions.

"Is he or not him now?" Mu An thought it was funny, he thought, Qingluo might never have loved Ah Yan.

If it is love, where do so many knots come from?

Everything is already very clear, isn't it?

Maybe back then, she just loved that freedom and freedom.

Mu An put down the teacup and stood up, and said softly, "Take me to visit your teahouse." ”

Qingluo was stunned for a moment, but still nodded in response.

"Boss, you're looking for a guest." The girl in the black cheongsam shouted, and Qingluo could only smile apologetically at Mu An.

"Well, I guess you can visit it yourself." Leaving these words, Qingluo slowly went downstairs.

Mu An lowered his eyebrows and looked at his feet, and his figure disappeared in place.

Underneath the teahouse, there is an exotic space, as dark as a dark prison.

After entering it, Mu An realized that this place was no different from an ordinary bedroom.

"Bodhisattva, there's someone over there." Di Ting turned his head in one direction.

It was Hoddle who was sleeping, and Mu An took a deep breath and Ling Di stepped forward.

All he wanted was a pendant around Hoddle's neck.

Di Ting stepped forward cautiously, but just as he was about to pull out the lanyard around Hodel's neck with his claws.

"Meow!" Di heard a wail, and in the darkness, he was pinched by Hoddle.

"Where did the little thing come from?" Hoddle said impatiently, and threw Diting into a corner.

Mu An was as fast as lightning and went straight to Hoddle, he was fast, but Hoddle was faster.

After kicking him away, Hoddle asked, "Who?" ”

After asking, he discerned the person's identity from the darkness.

"Is that you? Oriental gods? He sneered, "There is a saying in the East that it takes no effort to break through iron shoes and find nowhere to get them. ”

"You're in the wrong place." Mu An said lightly and ran to Hodel.

This time, Hoddle found that the oriental god didn't seem to want to kill him, but to steal something from him.

"You're here to steal? Oh...... A thief from the East. Hoddle grumbled before yawning.

"Borrow a pendant." Mu An snorted softly, shuttled back and forth like lightning, and retrieved an object, which was Hodel's pendant.

Hoddle sneered and said, "What are you doing with that thing?" ”

As soon as the words fell, countless dark claws poured out from the pendant and tightly bound Mu An.

"Hehe, did Badr send you?" Hoddle smiled lightly, now that Mu An had been caught, of course he walked closer without any scruples.

"He's not qualified yet." Mu An retorted, "I just came to ask the Dark God, 100,000 years ago, did the Dark God Clan get a treasure from the East?" ”

Hoddle frowned and said vigilantly, "What are you asking this for?" ”

Mu An didn't answer, but Hoddle then said: "Yes, there is, but it is a spiritual thing that can nourish my darkness, you are an oriental god, you don't need it anymore, right?" ”

The reason why he said it so unscrupulously was only because Mu An was already a fish on the chopping board, and he was left to slaughter.

"Ah, do you want to become a demon?" Hoddle smiled, "The thing that binds you is the treasure I got from the East 100,000 years ago. ”

Sure enough, it's this pendant?

Mu An carefully felt the aura of the pendant, without the slightest hint of Buddhism, but instead gushed out bursts of dark energy.

Not a Brahma spirit stone? Mu Anxin was taken aback, from disappointed to sad.