The luxurious aesthetic of alien races shocked Ji Hao, but he was also speechless.

When you enter Yuehu Town, you will see a three-meter-wide street. The flat street is covered with white sand, and the white sand is inlaid with light green pebbles. What makes Ji Hao speechless is that these pebbles are almost exactly the same in size, and the pebbles are also carved with complex and exquisite flower garland patterns.

On both sides of the road are steeply-topped buildings with a very foreign flavor. The courtyard walls made of bluestone are very neatly wrapped with lush branches and vines. Roses, roses, morning glory, acacia, and various flower branches are blooming gorgeously.

The entire Yuehu Town is wrapped in a dense sea of ​​flowers. At first glance, the blue courtyard walls, green roofs are mixed with colorful flowers. The whole town is magnificent and beautiful like a dream.

On the neat streets, you can occasionally see a few gorgeously dressed Yu people walking slowly by the guards. Wherever they passed, many human slaves fell to the ground, their foreheads pressed against the ground and did not dare to face these aliens.

Ji Hao tightened his straw raincoat and walked slowly across the street.

Looking at these respectful and trepidated human slaves, Ji Hao felt very complicated: "What would they think if Di Shun and the others saw what they looked like here? Look at them, they have taken all this as a kind of...for granted."

The phantom didn't say anything and remained silent.

Ji Hao sighed softly, followed the instructions of the young man from the village entrance, and walked along the street to the pier of Yuehu Town. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he left the main road of the town and walked down a fork for more than a mile. Next to the pier of the town, next to the lake, he saw the swordfish tavern.

The tavern made of round stones is next to the lake water, and there are rows of tables and chairs made of logs on the grass on the waterfront. The wooden legs of the tables and chairs are carved with ancient and elegant decorative patterns. Dozens of beautiful-looking girls wearing long skirts and beautiful faces are shuttled between the tables and chairs, delivering various fine wines and delicacies to the guests of the tavern.

He picked a wooden table and sat down. Before Ji Hao could even greet the maids, a tall one-armed strong man from the clan had already staggered to Ji Hao and sat down with a tilted body.

The strong man of the Ga tribe was born with a rough face, and his light silver skin represented that he was at least at the level of a war general. It was equivalent to the strength of the human witch king. However, one of his eyes was sunken, and there was nothing in the black socket; there was a hideous scar on his face. Judging from the scar's appearance, he almost cut his head in half.

In addition, his left arm was cut off to the shoulders, and half of his sleeves were empty and swinging with his movements.

As a strong man at the Witch King level, any physical injury can consume his own essence and blood and recover. However, this strong man of the Ga tribe was seriously injured and became a one-arm disabled person. Obviously, his injuries directly damaged his origin.

"A fresh face, the first time I'm in Yuehu Town?" The man put his intact right hand on the table, staring at Ji Hao with three intact eyes: "This is the direct commander of the Bharati master. He is the top consul of the Yanyue lineage. He does not want strange people to destroy his territory."

Ji Hao took off his hood, opened his eyes slightly, and said coldly in that hoarse, cold, without any emotion: "I am a wilderness ascetic monk from the Yanyue lineage. I come to you for a rest, I have no malice."

The face of the great man of the Jia clan suddenly blew into a ball. anywhere, for any alien race, the wilderness wandering monks of the Yanyue lineage have great deterrence. Especially for those alien race lords who have great family and have developed and built their own territory well, the wilderness wandering monks of the Yanyue lineage are even more devastating.

The man's voice suddenly dropped several times, with a nearly flattering smile. He said humbly: "It turns out that he is the master of the Jialou family. Please forgive my offense. I am the owner of the Swordfish Tavern. You can spend money on Swordfish. This is my little thought."

"Treat scold?" Ji Hao looked at the big man with a cold look: "Your injury is very interesting."

Kuchi's face became more and more sad, and he drooped his eyelids and sighed heavily: "This was the last time the battle between Akasaka Mountain, I was seriously injured and then hit the evil curse of those damn natives. My physical functions were completely destroyed. Although I was not dead, I was not qualified to go to the battlefield."

He smiled bitterly and said with a sad face: "The noble Bharati is right. Our tribesmen of the Yanyue lineage are the collectors of knowledge and the disseminators of wisdom. We can develop and teach combat skills, but we should not go to the battlefield in person."

Ji Hao sneered, and his fingers bounced heavily on the table: "I'm not here to listen to your complaints. Give me the best wine, and I'll ask something about it."

After a gesture of bitter scolding, the maids of the clan did not dare to come forward, but two strong and well-proportioned girls of the Ga tribe who ran over easily. One girl was holding a huge metal wine barrel in her hand and the other was holding a crystal wine glass in her hand.

"Don't talk too much, don't tell me the name of this kind of wine, or any reputation or other nonsense." Ji Hao grabbed the barrel and poured himself a glass of wine. He raised the wine glass the size of an ordinary person's head and then drank it all in one go.

He burped with satisfaction. Ji Hao looked at the bitter scolding and asked coldly: "What's going on in Liangzhu City? What's the situation now? What's the casualties and injuries of the Jialou clan?"

Kuchi no longer dared to be on par with Ji Hao. He stood beside Ji Hao and said without a single blow: "The destruction of Liangzhu City is a crime committed by the Emperor clan of the Blood Moon lineage. Of course, there is still inside information, but the noble Bharati master has issued a ban order, so we are not allowed to reveal any inside information."

"Now all the great ruling emperors are collecting materials and preparing to rebuild Liangzhu City."

"The reconstruction of Liangzhu City is not urgent. The most urgent task now is to reopen the cross-border channel to our hometown. But things are not going well, and several efforts have failed."

"As for your tribe, your tribe... please feel sorry for me. According to the data released above, when Liangzhu City was destroyed, the tribes of all tribes in the city suffered heavy losses on the three days, September 12th, and there were almost no wounded. Except for the strong people with sufficient strength, all the others fell."

"The 3.275,000 members of the Jialou clan in Liangzhu City, the first line of the Yuanyue lineage... were almost all unfortunate."

Ji Hao's eyes suddenly opened, and a wisp of evil spirit spread rapidly on his cold face.
Chapter completed!