Gongliang remembered that he read a sentence in his book in his previous life, "Capital came to the world, from head to toe, every pore dripped with blood and dirty things."

In the old era of the past, that is, when China was still in a monarchy, the Western powers had already begun to use force to open up colonies in every corner of the world. Wherever they went, they burned, killed, looted, and did everything they could, did everything they could, and they also planted, sold opium and slaves.

In this way, they relied on colonial wars and colonial trade to obtain bloody accumulation and expansion of capital, which led to their later strength.

In fact, these are just one sentence: Whoever has a big fist makes sense.

It seems that the bloody primitive accumulation does not work in the Great Wasteland, because no one has such powerful force, so these people can only obediently do business.

After all, in this primitive jungle of wilderness, wanting to gain benefits through bloody means is no different from seeking death.

The second city wall, behind the houses where the middle tribe and the Dongtu people live, are warehouses and unique manors, as well as fruit forests and fields. Everything seems to be organized and clear. Unlike the first city wall in front, where the lower part of the Great Wilderness and the Mangye tribe live, it is like the clothes sewn on the beggar's body, one piece on the left and the other piece on the right, which is in a mess and difficult to see.

Gongliang looked at the things placed on the stall, and some of them were also very moved by him.

But thinking that I didn't store much and had no place to settle down, I would wait for a while before talking. Anyway, the things were there, so I wouldn't run away from them.

The star-patterned turtle continued to walk slowly and stagger forward.

A majestic black city wall slowly entered Gongliang's eyes as the star-patterned turtle approached.

The tall city walls are towering like a real dragon lying on the field, majestic and majestic, and dominating the world with its might.

This city wall is completely different from the two in front. The walls are surrounded by water outlets with various birds and beasts. There are fortresses and guards in each corner. There are also inexplicable patterns on the black walls, which look so solemn and solemn.

On the gate hole of the Mohei City Wall, there are two vigorous and desolate texts of "Temple". Although it has been a long time, it still looks majestic and makes people feel the majesty of the temple.

At the city gate, four deserted men wearing armor, spears, and swords with their waists and hips were unexpectedly standing.

When Shu Li arrived here, she became cautious and did not dare to speak loudly.

He only heard him whisper: "This city wall was made by hundreds of people who spent hundreds of years collecting the surrounding mountains of gold and iron. It is said that it is deep into the earth veins, and even monsters cannot shake it at all."

"Monster Beast?" Gong Liang suddenly widened his eyes.

"Well," Shu Li said: "Maybe you have never heard of it. The monsters are the existence of spiritual intelligence awakened from the advanced wild beasts. They are already like us and other human races, and they can practice, which is very terrifying. However, I have never seen it. I have heard of the legend of monsters razing medium-sized tribes before. But no matter how powerful they are, they will eventually become the food for me, the wasteland."

In the Great Wilderness, a medium-class tribe generally controls ten inferior tribes, some even more.

You can imagine how powerful the military power of the medium tribe is, but it was unexpectedly flattened by monsters. It was so terrifying.

Suddenly, Gongliang remembered the mysterious snake he encountered in the skull. That guy could actually speak in his mind. Could it be a monster?

Unfortunately, no one can answer his question.

The star patterned elephant turtle slowly walked forward. When it approached the city gate, Shu Li asked the star patterned elephant turtle to stop and got off the turtle's back with Gongliang. Migu naturally followed his father down. Yuangu slowly climbed down from above.

When he arrived at the ground, Shu Li asked Gongliang: "Where is your bird? Why has it been a long time since I saw you?"

"Where are flying in the sky?" Gongliang looked at the sky and signaled.

When Shu Li heard this, she said anxiously: "Call it down quickly."

The chick spread its wings and soared freely in the sky. It likes this feeling of flying. Suddenly, it felt a terrible aura coming from below, like a black hole that wanted to swallow it and crush it to pieces. It was so scared that it quickly flapped its wings and flew down without Gongliang shouting.

The chicken was frightened just now, and after flying down, she buried her head in Gongliang's arms for comfort.

Gongliang gently touched its head and sootheed its wounded heart.

Seeing the little chicken come back, Shu Li felt relieved and said to Gongliang: "Ride is prohibited in the temple, and nothing is allowed to fly or fly over the temple. If you don't listen to the advice, the consequences are usually burned to ashes and the corpse is gone. In the past, some fools from Dongtu liked to fly to the temple to show off their power, but without exception, each one was burned so that they could not even find the ashes."

When the chick heard this, she almost urinated.

Migu quickly flew to his father's neck and sat down, not daring to fly around casually anymore. She also had wings, but she didn't want to be burned to ashes.

After Shu Li finished speaking, she said ashamed:

"Sorry, there are regulations for the inner city of the temple: if it is not for the children of the hundreds of tribes in the Great Wilderness, as well as those who go to the temple to worship and sell, they are not allowed to enter the inner city of the temple. Therefore, I can only send you here. If there is any problem in the future, you can go to the shop of Yingmin Ministry hanging next to the city gate in front to find me, and I will be there."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Gongliang quickly took out several jars of ten thousand fruit wine and some Tianxiang fruit from the fruit space and gave it to Shuli.

"Thank you for taking care of me all the way. This thing is my dedication, and I hope to accept it."

"How can this be done?"

Shu Li refused repeatedly, but in the end he accepted it with Gongliang's enthusiasm. Then he jumped onto the turtle's back and directed the star-patterned turtle to turn around.

Suddenly, he remembered something again and quickly said to Gongliang: "Walking straight from here is the temple. Your Dayan tribe is in the southeast corner of the temple. You just need to go over and you can see the flame totem of your Dayan tribe."

"Thank you for your advice, take care of me." Gongliang thanked me with his fists.

Shu Li also imitated Gongliang to hold his fists, and then drove the star-patterned turtle toward the second city gate.

After Gongliang watched him leave, he sorted out his clothes before taking Mi Gu, Yuan Genggong and Xiaoji to the city gate.

Outside the city gate, four burly and stout deserted men, holding spears, staring at the copper bells and giant eyes like gods, glanced at everyone entering and leaving. When they saw Gongliang's chest, they couldn't help but look at each other, and then saw the rice valley sitting on his neck and the round and rolling chickens next to him, and they immediately became curious about the group of combinations.

Without any trouble of interrogation, Gongliang entered the city gate safely.

After entering, he put the exposed Yazi Yan pattern into his clothes.

When I got inside, I no longer had to borrow the tiger skin of the Dayan tribe. After all, I had not been officially recognized by the Dayan tribe. It would be bad if they found out that they were chasing their own fortunes outside because of the Dayan tribe's reputation.

After he entered, the whispers of four giant-mouthed people came from behind: "The little guy who just entered seemed to be from the Dayan tribe!"

"Although the beast soul has not been injected into the flame pattern, it is undoubtedly the bloodline of the Great Flame."

"The flame pattern on his chest looks different from the flame pattern I've seen before. It looks very fierce?"

"I also feel this way, and it seems like I want to jump out of eating people at any time. Fortunately, the beast soul has not been injected, otherwise we will suffer."

"You said why did this little guy come by himself? He didn't take care of his elders, so he wouldn't be afraid of something on the road."

"Who dares to provoke the people from the Dayan tribe? But isn't this little guy afraid of being caught by the people from the Female Bird tribe?"

"I guess I didn't find it, otherwise I would have been arrested. Those crazy women from the Female Tribe like to catch the children from their Dayan tribe and go back to raise them and get married."

"Cough, cough."

Suddenly, a giant-eyed deserted man seemed to find something and coughed a few times. Several deserted man next to him received the signal and stood up quickly. He began to stare at the copper bell and giant-eyed man seriously and check the passers-by, without any interest in discussing gossip just now.

After a while, a woman in a fiery red brocade dress with embroidered birds came to the distance.

Seeing the visitor, the four giant-eyed wild people looked more serious than before, and they checked the passing pedestrians more carefully.

The woman in the fiery red brocade clothes felt that they were a little weird, so she swept her eyes to them.

Just a scan made several giant-eyed people sweat profusely.

The woman in Fire Red looked at it and found nothing strange. She hummed and walked in.

When she walked away, the four giant-mee-wasteed people breathed a sigh of relief. It was already a consensus among the female tribes of the Great Wilderness that "can't be provoked or married" by the female tribes. It's okay to talk behind the scenes behind the scenes, but if they dare to say it in person or hear it, they won't die miserably, but they will die even more miserably.

The desolate god, who married the female girl from the Feather Tribe, was a proof of blood and tears.
Chapter completed!