The city of Yongsong is the most prosperous city-state in the Land of Singing, and this is the true center of the Land of Singing, where the multi-ethnic culture, merchants and specialties of various regions gather, and where a large number of artists and craftsmen gather, they can find the best buyers and competitors in the Continent of Yongsong. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition, Yongge City is a neutral zone, it does not belong to any country, nor does it belong to any race, but no country dares to fight here.

Not because of how powerful the Yongsong City is, but because no country has the ability to monopolize this place, and no country has ever had the idea of doing so, because occupying the Yongsong Land means going to war with all the countries and races in the Yongsong Continent except them.

Since the birth of culture on this continent, there have been such powerful countries.

Chenfeng got out of the carriage at the nearest station to Yongge City, and he walked down the avenue with goods that were taller than others, and saw a huge stone city in the distance, the city gate was more than two hundred meters high, and the two gates were opened and closed every morning and night.

The city gate is not like the ordinary city-state has a wide moat, because Yongge City never needs it, they don't need to guard against international military forces, and ordinary bandits and thieves don't have the kind of power that can pose a threat to Yongge City.

After riding all the way in the carriage, the time also went from morning to noon, and before the morning breeze entered the city gate, a noisy crowd could be heard in the distance, and it was impossible to hear what it was, but anyone could tell that it was the sound of many people.

After entering the city gates, Morrowind knew what prosperity was, there were too many tall buildings here, crowds of people rubbed shoulders, and the shops on the streets were all in full swing.

Morrowind followed the route Martin had said to find his destination, and when he appeared at the merchant with goods taller than a man on his back, the merchant's expression was the same as that of Martin in the morning, even if he was a beast spirit, could he have so much strength?

The merchant gave Morrowind enough Blue Cheeks, a little more than Martin had calculated, which would probably make him smile more, Morrowind thought about leaving the merchant and coming to this so-called most prosperous place, Morrowind naturally wouldn't forget to investigate, it might be helpful to get back to his past self.

Walking alone on a wide street, surrounded by pedestrians, sometimes someone will have physical contact with him, bump into him, or bump into it, and the morning breeze never gets angry, as if he is enjoying the feeling.

It seems that not only because he has no memory, but because he really enjoys the feeling, and even he himself has forgotten what it is like to walk alone on such a street.

In the past, he was the general of the Crescent Kingdom, controlling the most elite naval force, the Crescent Fleet, and it was almost impossible to travel alone like this, just to walk on an unfamiliar street just to go shopping, but now he has become like this, although it is not good or bad for Morrowind, but at least in this matter, he is lucky.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. "A group of people on tall horses came galloping down the street, and the first of them made a loud noise and shouted at the pedestrians to stay away.

At the center of the carapace, a brunette boy stood tall and proud, and it was with him at the heart of the group that the morning breeze walked by the side of the road, not blocking their way, but it was a passing attendant who whipped him, for he stood on the outermost periphery.

"It's majestic, Kewpie. The whip did not strike Morrowind, for the man who wielded the whip had already flown into the sky, and on the opposite side of the previous team of horses appeared a group of men, but they were not on horseback, but all of them stood on the felt that flew off the ground.

"Is this the flying carpet?" said Morrowind secretly in his heart, he had heard the driver mention it on the road before, and thought that he would be able to see it so soon.

Just now, the child standing in the middle of the flying carpet made a move, and he grabbed the whip-wielding person into the air through the air, this should be magic, yes, it is not ordinary people who can use magic in Yongge City, either a noble nobleman, or a powerful and extremely valued magician.

"Yueyou, what do you mean?" the young man in the middle of the horse on the flying carpet said in a cold voice in the face of the sarcasm of the young man on the flying carpet.

"In this Yongge City, you are so unscrupulously hurting ordinary people, I am afraid that you will cause trouble, I am kind enough to save you. "The boy who used magic had blonde hair that dazzled under his eyes.

"Hmph, what kind of annoyance will people walking on this street have, I think you are just taking the opportunity to make trouble and making excuses. The brunette wouldn't believe the blonde boy's words.

The two are obviously teenagers, but they don't look like children of this age at all, sneering and secretly playing tricks, but like two old and cunning profiteers.

Morrowind heard all their conversations, he looked around, walking on the street was indeed all plainly dressed, this was not the point, Morrowind saw that what was written in the eyes of these people was clearly resignation, and when the black-haired boy's horse team rushed out just now, no one felt unreasonable, he didn't know why this happened.

"I don't know the hearts of good people. With a wave of his hand, the blonde boy threw the pair of morning wind-wielding men to the ground.

The man did not receive much damage, and got up and climbed back into his horse, not daring to be cruel to the man who had done it to him on the other side, for the man, like his master, was not a man he could afford to provoke.

"Two little kids, quarreling every day, is it interesting?" Morrowind watched as a man about the same age as the two teenagers stood on a rooftop and spoke.

"You're you again?" the blonde boy knew.

"What do you want, Tianqi?" the black-haired boy knew him as well.

"No violence, if you don't accept it, you will do it. The man who came looked to be a teenager, and he was holding a large, somewhat abnormal soft brush in his hand.

"If you're looking for a beating, just say it. The black-haired boy snorted coldly, and as expected, the other party still came to stir up trouble this time.

The young man holding the pen wore a big hat on his head, and the ear guards hanging down on both sides blocked most of his face, "Old rules, Yaoji, let's come with the two of you." ”

After saying that, the young man with the pen jumped directly into the street, posing as if he was going to fight, and the place where he jumped down was just a little in front of the morning wind.

The black-haired boy jumped off the horse, and the blonde boy Flare also got off the flying carpet, and the two actually walked together to see the boy.

The three teenagers were not far apart, just standing on the street, the morning breeze was startled, these three teenagers were obviously not ordinary people, did they really want to fight on the street regardless of ordinary people?

The three teenagers told him with their actions, yes, that's it.