I Have a City in a Different World

With his feet stepping on the snow on the ground, the sound of "clicking" came constantly, and from time to time there would also be the sound of riding a beast.

The mist sprayed from the nose and mouth proves how cold the weather is at this time.

In this severe cold weather, even those strong riding beasts could not bear it.

Driven by the caravan members who were driving the beasts, these beasts walked slowly and looked listless.

The bodies of these riding beasts are full of rising mist and frost condensed from sweat.

In order to prevent these riding beasts from being frozen, the caravan members put animal skins on the riding beasts to help them resist the cold.

After all, on the way, it depends on these beasts and camels to transport the goods, so there must be no mistakes!

The two caravans continued to move forward on the road, and many caravan members were also wrapped in messy items to keep out the cold.

Although the cultivator's physique is far superior to that of ordinary people, it cannot withstand the constant cold attack.

The blizzard and snow last night had tormented these monks miserably, and they haven't recovered until now.

Among the two caravans on the way, there is a human caravan, which is very eye-catching.

The members of this human race caravan are about 700 people, and their faces are dusty, obviously they have come a long way before.

The heavy snow without warning caught the members of the caravan by surprise.

In the area where they are located, has never seen such heavy snow, and even many people are wearing single clothes.

In this cold weather, their single clothes have almost no effect of keeping out the cold.

Fortunately, they also hunted a lot of monsters along the way, and those fine furs were all left, which came in handy at this time.

Put a batch of these animal skins on the body, and then tie them tightly with straw ropes. Although they look nondescript, they can also withstand some severe cold.

At this time, there was a fat man in the caravan, which was particularly noticeable.

This fat man is very strong and fat.

The fat man with thick legs and thick arms was actually wrapped in seven or eight animal skins, wrapping himself tightly from top to bottom.

As if he was afraid that he would freeze to the point of being frozen, even a simple animal skin tube was buckled on his head, which served as a leather cap to keep out the cold.

Walking on the snow-covered road, this fat man is like a moving ball, which is particularly eye-catching in the caravan!

The members of the alien caravan on the side cast their gazes from time to time, with expressions on their faces that were forced to hold back their smiles.

After all, this fat man looks really funny!

Those mocking gazes could not escape Fatty's perception at all.

It's just that Fatty didn't care about the eyes of these guys at all, always acting his own way.

At this moment, he was looking at the middle-aged cultivator beside him with a smug look on his face, and the corners of his mouth were full of uncontrollable smiles.

"Old Sun, do you want to play another game and bet on this silver-horned animal skin on your body?"

While speaking, the fat man also glanced at the silvery animal skin on the other side's body, and he seemed to like it very much.

"Go away for me, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!"

Looking at the aura of this middle-aged man, he is a lord-level cultivator!

In the wild land, it can be said that no one dares to provoke such lord-level monks easily. After all, everyone knows how powerful the lord monks are.

But when facing this grinning fat man, the middle-aged lord cultivator, who was the guard and commander of the caravan, couldn't afford to show his prestige at all.

When he looked at the fat man's eyes, there was still a trace of jealousy.

The middle-aged cultivator looked at Fatty with vigilant eyes, and subconsciously pressed his right hand on the silver-horned animal skin on his body.

This silver-horned animal skin is extremely rare. The middle-aged cultivator spent a lot of effort to kill this lord-level silver-horned beast and obtained this exquisite animal skin on his body.

The original plan was to give this silver-horned animal skin to his daughter as his birthday present after this mission was over.

But not wanting the temperature to drop sharply last night, the middle-aged monk had to take it out and wrap it around his body to keep warm.

In fact, the middle-aged man still has a few good animal skins.

It's just that at this time, it has become the property of the fat man beside him!

This bastard has won all the hides of the caravan guards, but now he has come to pay attention to this silver-horned hide, he is really greedy!

The middle-aged cultivator decided to ignore this guy until he reached the Holy Dragon City.

Looking at the middle-aged cultivator whose mouth was tightly closed and his eyes were looking directly at the sky, the fat man let out a chuckle, turned and climbed onto a car pulled by a beast.

There are all kinds of animal skins piled up on this car!

After the fat man climbed up, he lay down comfortably in the pile of animal skins with a proud expression on his face.

After seeing the expression on the fat man's face of enjoyment, several caravan guards in the caravan who were wearing thin clothes and were shivering from the cold wind had expressions of contempt and fear all over their faces.

In the entire caravan, only these few people did not have animal skins to keep out the cold, obviously there was a reason!

It turned out that a few days ago, several guards couldn't resist the lure of the fat man, so they made a few bets with the fat man "little".

The guards in these caravans traveled south and north. When they were lonely and bored, they often played a few games. All of them were people in this way.

The caravan guards are quite confident in their gambling skills.

With the cooperation of a few people, winning a fat man who doesn't know where he came from is simply an easy thing.

So by the campfire in the rest camp, a few people happily played together.

Seeing someone opening a bet, the merchants and guards in the caravan eagerly joined in to play a few games.

But no one expected that this fat man was actually a master, and he won everyone's brains without playing a few games.

After the brain beads were lost, a few guards gathered together, and then pushed up the precious furs they had obtained along the way.

These furs are all good things that these caravan guards hunted along the way, and they can also sell for a good price when they get to the market.

In order to win back the lost brain beads, these caravan guards also bet their last money on it.

It's just that these furs are the common property of the caravan's guards, and a few of them do this at great risk.

It's okay to win, but if you lose, you will definitely be punished!

Several people are also anxious to lose, and this is the last resort.

Who would have thought that the fat man was so lucky that the caravan members' furs would eventually become Fatty's trophies.

Several caravan members were full of unwillingness, and began to think about how to get back what they lost.

This fat man joined the caravan halfway, and has always been alone. He should be a wild cultivator without foundation.

Maybe after scare him, this guy will be able to spit out the brains he won.

After several caravan guards made up their minds, they took advantage of the darkness to get into the fat man's tent that night.

What happened during that time, no one knows.

It's just that on the second day, these guards all became bruised and swollen. Looking at the fat man, their eyes were full of fear, and their faces were full of flattering smiles.

To be able to make a group of fourth- and fifth-level monks so embarrassed, this fat man is obviously not a simple role!

When the caravan's guard commander, the middle-aged lord-level cultivator learned of this, he personally went to the fat man to ask for it.

Unexpectedly, even the lord-level cultivator did not get back this car of animal skins!

After the lord and cultivator came back, everyone only had a gloomy face and said, "I would like to admit defeat", and the matter was over.

No one in this caravan is a fool, so everyone has a tacit understanding not to mention this matter.

However, as punishment, the caravan guards who mortgaged the hides were not only deducted from their salary for a year, but they also lost their share of the hides that resisted the severe cold!

After this incident, although there are often bets in the caravan, no one will bet against this fat man again, which also makes the fat man who is addicted to gambling extremely depressed.

"Hey... If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have paid a thousand dollars in the first place, so I can play for a while longer!"

The fat man lying in the pile of animal skins was full of depression.

He now only hopes that the caravan can get to the Holy Dragon City sooner, so that he can have a good time!

His eyes swept across the sky inadvertently, looking at the constantly flashing runes in the sky, Fatty's face that was full of indifference suddenly flashed a dignified look.

"Hanyue... Bingmei alien..."

A few vague words were spit out from Fatty's mouth, but no one heard it.

As the caravan continued to move forward, the outer city wall just built in Shenglong City finally appeared in front of everyone.

(The role of the fat man is provided by book friend Roentgen VIII, thank you for your support!)