The main island of Fortune Island has four forces, and the four major cities occupied by the King of the Four Seas, and the identity of the King of the Four Seas is very mysterious, but Mo Jie, who is already the head snake on Fortune Island, has inquired clearly.

The kings of the four seas are Cuenka, the commander of the Terran Seven Seas Fleet, the captain of the Naga royal guard, the fisherman guard Slarda, the prophet of the orcs, Drexar, and the one who seems to be the lich Kel'thugad!

Approaching twilight, Yu Wenlie, under the leadership of Mo Jie, left Yanhuang Island and got on a small kayak to Fortune Island, according to Mo Jie, flying is prohibited on Fortune Island, and Yanhuang's business is also due to the secret support of Kel'thugad, so there is basically no major turmoil.

Yu Wenlie retracted the imperial armor back into his body, changed into a coarse cloth robe, and carried a tattered scabbard on his back, like a lonely swordsman, with a certain big hat, almost no one recognized him as the city lord of Yanhuang, sitting silently on the bow of the boat.

Mo Jie didn't dare to disturb Yu Wenlie, sat quietly down, if the sea water has a dry day, then on that day the hustle and bustle of Fortune Island will not end, Fortune Island is a gold cave, there is no law here, only the rules constructed with money, and the rules here are money, there is money can be sold for a qiē, slave girls, gambling, delicacies of the mountains and seas, and the boat will hear the noise and dazzling lights of the island from a distance before it arrives.

Mo Jie said with a shy face: "Lord, Fortune Island is usually traded in goods during the day, but at night it is a real place of ecstasy!" Yu Wenlie silently looked at the approaching Fortune Island and said: "Now I am your guard, and you are in charge!"

Fortune Island is gradually approaching, the buildings and people on the shore are gradually becoming clearer, the dock is already full of boats coming and going, Yu Wenlie suddenly frowned, looking at the empty sky in a daze, his brows are getting deeper and deeper, and the shore is getting closer and closer Yu Wenlie took out more than two hundred rune stone pillars from the space, each one is more than a meter long and arm thick, and the lines on it are glowing with a sky blue halo Very peculiar, and turned back to Mo Jie and said: "Find a few clever brothers, and place these two hundred and thirty-five rune pillars according to this map." Yu Wenlie took out the whole map of the main island, quickly drew the icon on it with a talisman, and then carefully checked it and handed it to Mo Jie, who took the map respectfully with both hands, and commanded a few words to a human race under him, and the human race nodded again and again and then ordered.

The boat gradually landed, Mo Jie landed first, Yu Wenlie followed closely behind, Mo Jie felt uncomfortable and felt under the mouth of a fierce tiger, there were many flower boats parked on the dock, and the shore or dock was full of prostitutes of all ages, all ethnic groups, with their clothes exposed and working hard to win over customers.

As soon as Mo Jie arrived on the shore, a shrewd and capable beast clan guy drove a luxurious carriage made of precious spices to greet him, with the flag of the Yanhuang Chamber of Commerce planted on it, Mo Jie smiled dryly: "Lord......! The subordinates are just for Yan Huang's face...... "Mo Jie's life is indeed very luxurious, and this writer is afraid that he will need nearly a million superb crystal coins."

Yu Wenlie nodded, did not say a word, did not know what he really thought, Mo Jie was uneasy, after the carriage arrived, the orc coachman jumped off the carriageway: "President, please get in the car!" Mo Jie looked back at Yu Wenlie.

Yu Wenlie stretched out his hand and said, "The president will get on the carriage!" Mo Jie trembled and climbed into the carriage, Yu Wenlie always had a terrifying sword momentum on his body, after Mo Jie got into the car, Yu Wenlie sat in front of the carriage with the night spirit in his arms, and sat with the orc coachman, while the other guards followed behind the carriage.

The carriage is a kind of winged horse pulled by a half-beast and half-bird, running like a gust of wind, after the carriage starts, the buildings keep flying back, and Fortune Island is indeed worthy of its name, full of brothels, casinos, taverns and even a small Colosseum every ten miles.

Yu Wenlie sat leisurely in the carriage, looking at the drunken passengers who came and went and sighed: "Life is too short to enjoy in time!"

The orc coachman was very talkative, looked at Yu Wenlie and said, "This brother is a student, he just came to Fortune Island!"

Yu Wenlie smiled: "Yes! This brother has good eyesight!"

The coachman gave Yu Wenlie a thumbs up and said, "Brother must be skilled, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten into the adult's car!"

Yu Wenlie laughed and didn't answer, the coachman took out a wine bag from his waist and drank a ** to Yu Wenlie, Yu Wenlie took the wine bag and took a sip, it was inferior malt wine and handed it to the coachman and said, "This brother is a local!"

The coachman opened the chatterbox, looked around at Fortune Island and sighed: "Fortune Island! It's Hell Island for our locals, the male is a slave, the remaining one is a beggar, the female is six out of ten prostitutes, and four are old and decrepit and waiting to die!

Yu Wenlie was silent for a while and then said, "What's the matter, you don't plan to save money to start a family?"

The coachman lamented: "There is no home in Fortune Island, women are prostitutes to make money, and secondly, to have children, if they are boys, they will be sold as slaves, and if they are women, they will be raised and continue to be prostitutes, and when they are old, there will be a pensioner, and men, the better ones will enter the gambling house a few more times, play with women a few more times, and their lives will pass, and whether the men on Fortune Island are good or not, it depends on how many times they have gambled in their lives and how many women they have prostituted!" The coachman's tone was full of self-deprecation and endless sadness.

Yu Wenlie looked at the nobles who were singing and looking for joy everywhere, and suddenly had a kind of hatred for Fortune Island, an inexplicable anger, the coachman held the reins tightly and said: "Brother just came to Fortune Island! I'll take you to a good place in a while!" Yu Wenlie was silent.

The coachman was very good at observing words and sighing, and seemed to sense that Yu Wenlie's expression was wrong: "Brother! Life is to be able to live one day at a time, I am not like a capable person like you, no matter what kind of life you live and get used to it, come in a chic way, and end freely and freely! Isn't that the case?"

Suddenly, a group of people appeared in front of the street, and the coachman's face changed and he said in shock: "It's a person from Beastmaster City!" That minotaur who took the lead is one of the eight warriors of Beastmaster City, and he has the strength of a pseudo-saint, and they have always been hostile to my Yanhuang Chamber of Commerce, how can this be a good ......?"

The anger in Yu Wenlie's heart did not subside, and he said coldly: "Crash over!" Yu Wenlie's words were gentle but had an undoubted majesty, and the coachman gritted his teeth and made a move that he usually didn't dare to imagine for some reason, and rushed towards a false saint in the carriage.

When the carriage approached a hundred meters from the Beast King City, Yu Wenlie jumped up from the car, drew his sword in the air, and a round of dark moon appeared in the eyes of more than a dozen people in the Beast King City, Yu Wenlie's figure strangely turned into a cloud of fog to cover more than a dozen people, seven swords flashed from the fog, piercing the chests of seven people from behind, this is due to Zang Feng, like the seven dragons of the Split Kun Rebellion, the silence of the sky can dodge seven times in the mist and stab out eight swords at the same time, but usually not outnumbered, the pseudo-holy minotaur, without making any resistance, Yu Wenlie After three months of hard training, the sword blade broke through the six hundred, and the Zang Feng broke through the seven swordsWith an instantaneous sword of six hundred, it was enough to break through the Pseudo-Saint's Yuan Qi Domain Field.

Yu Wenlie put away his sword and sat back in the carriage, a qiē came and ended faster, the carriage ran directly over the corpses of more than a dozen people, the coachman was already frightened, stopped the carriage and his two hands kept shaking, Mo Jie poked his head out of the carriage, looked at the dozen thugs of the Beast King City who died on the road, and thought that Yu Wenlie killed a pseudo-saint, four Martial Queens, and more than a dozen emperors in an instant, three years ago, Yu Wenlie was even his father in the middle of the Martial Emperor.

Mo Jie swallowed his saliva and drank, "What are you doing in a daze! Go to the Treasure Tower!"

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