The Fiance is a Blood Boss [MTL]

Chapter 37

Chaos District

Escaped from the manor villa for a long time, Xia Ye's cheeks were still hot, but her eyes were wet.

She walked away crying.

Wronged.

Think of her as an 18-year-old student who just graduated, let alone falling in love, she has only dared to admire the boy she likes silently, and she doesn't even have the idea of ​​confessing, just holding her hand can make her toss and turn for days and nights... the result was directly
rejected Caesar tugged, and gave an extremely passionate kiss.

As long as she recalled that scene, she would be in a mess.

Embarrassment, grievance, and even anger.

This Caesar...is completely an extremely casual playboy, hugging and kissing women he doesn't know, not at all as cute as the other simple and ignorant Caesar.

Xia Ye was full of resentment.

She could only comfort herself to think of the best, at least she didn't overturn the car and saved her life.

If he is recognized, this trip to the eternal night can only be declared over.

"... Sigh, I miss home so much."

Xia Ye looked at the endless night sky above her head, thinking about the scenes she could do nothing about, and the things she still needed to do, feeling depressed again.

The manor villa is not far from the urban area. After walking for more than an hour, we saw the town.

The name is written on the road sign: Night City.

But the city is not dark at all, instead, the lights are as bright as day, and it is a bustling scene.

Xia Ye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that life here is different from the human world. For ordinary night people, now is the time for their daily work.

There is an endless stream of vehicles passing by, and some small stalls can be seen on the side of the road, and various light signs are hung on the street shops.

Several women were leaning against the telephone pole, their necklines were cut very low, their snow-white thighs were exposed under their short skirts, and beautiful black lace bows were tied around their necks.

The peddlers have goods hanging on their bodies. As long as someone gets out of the car, they will swarm around to sell...

After leaving Haining Port, I discovered that Haining Port is good.

Before, I thought that except for the port, the buildings in other places were relatively dilapidated. Only when I arrived at the city in front of me did I realize that the area around Haining Port was already very prosperous. In comparison, this place seemed to be still in the last century, which reminded her of the flames of war. old Shanghai.

The environment, facilities, buildings... can't be compared with the human world at all.

In the mobile phone store, all the old-fashioned mobile phones, the ones with communication functions only. A slightly "high-end" touch-screen machine is still the kind of "elderly machine" in human society.

I bought a mobile phone, only to find out that the real name is required to apply for a card here. If I want to surf the Internet, I can't connect to wifi, and I can't even see an Internet cafe in the whole city.

Xia Ye stood at the crossroads, somewhat disheartened.

She took many things for granted.

At this time, she noticed that there was a long queue beside her, going from the street to the end of the alley. Looking forward along the line, there are two spacious and beautifully decorated facades in the front. After glancing at the signboard, I found out that it is a blood collection station.

Is the awareness of the Yezu so high?

It's just an honorable thing, why do the Ye Clan line up look so depressed?

A person was rejected by the nurse at the blood collection station because he was too sick. A desperate expression appeared on that person's face, and he almost knelt down and kowtowed to beg the nurse to accept his blood.

"It's a little strange."

Xia Ye didn't think much, and was attracted by the smell of corn.

Behind him was a roadside stall. The vendor was an old man. He made a stone mill and placed it on the table. He ground corn into juice and powder, and sold freshly squeezed corn juice and freshly baked corn tortillas.

Xia Ye's stomach growled, and she was already hungry.

At yesterday's dinner party, I realized that the Ye Clan also eat ordinary food. She should feel lucky. If the streets are full of blood products, she will not be able to bear it.

"Buy a tortilla, little girl." The old man glanced at the blood collection station and pointed out, "If you are weak, the blood quality may not meet the standard, and you may faint."

"I don't donate blood."

Xia Ye scanned the price on the sticker, 0.5 Yong Ye coin for a cake, 1 Yong Ye coin for corn juice.

"Five corn tortillas and a glass of corn juice."

The tortillas are only the size of a palm and are thin. They look fresh and delicious, and they smell delicious.

"Okay." The old man responded with a smile, wrapped the tortilla for her, and said, "You don't look like a person without money."

This sentence sounds a little strange.

Xia Ye was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What does blood donation have to do with being rich or not?"

"Blood donation?" The old man shook his head, with an expression on his face, "That's selling blood. People will always encounter many accidents. If you have no money, go sell your blood for some money, there is no other way."

Xia Ye took a bite of the cornbread and said, "I thought it was free." "Which fool would be free?"

The night was stopped.

She did not expect that the cultural customs of the two worlds are different. And she always had a feeling that the use of these blood should not only be used for medical treatment.

She didn't dare to inquire more about the details, for fear of revealing her truth if she asked too much.

"Oh, except for Guangyao." The old man added, "Those stupid human beings don't know that they are reckless. Alas, I don't know if I can taste human blood in my life." Guangyao. After coming to the Chaos Zone, this word appears frequently.

On Yongye's side, the human world is called "Guangyao", probably because of the opposition between "sunlight" and "night", so it is logical to call it this way.

Xia Ye nodded vaguely: "That's true."

"But you don't sell blood...then why are you crying?" the old man asked.

"I didn't cry." She retorted subconsciously.

"Your eyes are swollen and red."

Xia Ye pursed her lips, and after a while, she just whispered, "...Grandpa, don't ask."

She turned away so that the old man could not see her face.

A person came out of the blood collection station.

It was a man in his thirties, a little thin, and he didn't know how much blood was drawn. After he came out, his feet were weak, he swayed twice, and then squatted aside while supporting the pillar.

He held the money in his hand tightly and smiled again.

The smell of corn overflowed, and the man's eyes fell on the corn juice in the glass container. He swallowed, hesitated for a long time, then turned his head back.

Xia Ye couldn't see this kind of scene.

Obviously her own situation is not good, but she can't see the suffering in the world, and the other party is not even of the same race as her.

She bought a glass of corn juice, walked over and handed it to the man.

The man was stunned for two seconds, took the corn juice, thanked and bowed to Xia Ye, as if Xia Ye was his savior. Xia Ye was a little embarrassed, waved her hand, and then walked away.

"You don't come from the Eternal Zone, do you?"

The old man poured the prepared thick juice into the mold and closed the lid. He glanced at the man's back and said, "It's better not to treat people casually." Show your favor, and you will be annoyed if you get entangled, little girl."

Eternal zone?

Xia Ye couldn't figure out what was going on, so she shrugged her shoulders: "I just wandered around casually. Besides, it's normal to help people who are in trouble." "Is it true?"