Return from the second dimension

Stepping on the snow on the ground, the sound of "Kaka" is heard constantly, and from time to time there will be the cry of riding a beast.

The mist sprayed from the nose and mouth proved how cold the weather was at this time.

Even the sturdy beasts could not bear this severe cold weather.

After the caravan members who drove the horse-riding beasts constantly drove them away, these horse-riding beasts walked slowly, looking listless.

The bodies of these riding beasts are full of rising mist and frost 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 withstand the severe cold.

After all, on this road, these animals rely on these animals to transport goods, so there must be no mistakes!

The two caravans continued to move forward on the road, and many of the caravan members were all wrapped in a mess of warm items.

Although the physique of the monk was far superior to ordinary people, he couldn't withstand the continuous cold attack.

The blizzard of the night last night caused these cultivators to toss miserably, and it still hasn't been relieved until now.

Among the two caravans on the way, one of the Terran caravans seemed very eye-catching.

There are about 700 members of this human caravan, with a look of wind and dust on their faces, obviously they have traveled a long way before.

The unpredictable heavy snow caught the members of this caravan by surprise.

In their area, have they ever seen such a heavy snow, and even many people are wearing single clothes.

In this cold weather, their single clothes hardly have any warming effect.

Fortunately, along the way, they also hunted down a lot of monsters, and those fine furs were left behind, which happened to come in handy at this time.

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

In the caravan at this time, there was a fat man who was particularly noticeable.

This fat man has a very strong body and a very fat body.

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

It seemed that he was afraid that he would be cold, even his head was buckled with a simple animal skin tube, which was right to be a fur hat from the cold.

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

The members of the alien caravan on the side cast their sights from time to time, and their faces were all holding back a smile.

After all, the look of this fat man looks so funny!

Those eyes with mockery couldn't escape the fat man's perception.

It's just that the fat man didn't pay attention to the look of these guys, and he always seemed to do his own way.

At this moment, he was looking at the middle-aged monk beside him triumphantly, his mouth was full of uncontrollable smiles.

"Grandson, do you want to play again and bet on this silver horn animal skin on you?"

As he spoke, the fat man glanced at the gleaming silver animal skin on his opponent, looking very pleased.

"Go away, I don't bother to talk to you!"

Looking at the aura exposed by this middle-aged man, he is truly a lord-level monk!

In the wild land, this kind of lord-level monk, it can be said that no one dares to provoke it easily, after all, everyone knows that the lord monk is powerful.

But when faced with this grinning fat man, the middle-aged monk who was the leader of the caravan's escort couldn't be more powerful.

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

The middle-aged monk looked at the fat man with a vigilant look, and subconsciously pressed the silverhorn animal skin with his right hand.

This silver horn animal skin is extremely rare, and the middle-aged monk spent a lot of effort to kill this lord-level silver horn animal and obtain this exquisite animal skin on his body.

He originally planned to give this silverhorn animal skin to his daughter as his birthday present after the mission.

But not wanting the temperature to drop sharply last night, the middle-aged monk had to take it out and surround him to keep warm.

In fact, the middle-aged man still had a few good animal skins, but at this time they have become the property of the fat man next to him!

This bastard has won all the hides of the caravan's guards, and now he comes to pay attention to the silverhorn hides again. It's really greedy!

The middle-aged monk decided to stop talking to this guy until he arrived in the Holy Dragon City.

Looking at the middle-aged monk with his mouth closed and looking directly at the sky, the fat man gave a hey smile, turned and climbed onto a car driven by a beast.

On this car, it was piled up with all kinds of animal skins!

After climbing up, the fat man lay down comfortably in the pile of animal skins, his face full of triumphant expressions.

After seeing the expression of enjoyment on that fat man, several caravan guards in the caravan with thin clothes and shivering by the cold wind had expressions of contempt and jealousy.

In the entire caravan, 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 stand the temptation of this fat man, so they took a few bets with this fat man "little".

The guards in these caravans traveled north and south. When they were lonely and bored, they would often play a few, all of them were in this way.

For his own gambling skills, the caravan guard is quite confident.

With the cooperation of a few people, it is a breeze to win a fat man who knows nowhere.

So around the bonfire in the rest camp, a few people started playing happily.

Seeing someone opening a bet, the merchants and guards in the caravan also came up and played a few enthusiastically.

But no one expected that this fat man turned out to be a master, and he won everyone's brains clean without playing a few.

After losing their brains, several guards put together all the precious furs they got along the way.

These furs are all good things that these caravan guards hunted and killed while they were on the way, and they can also be sold at a good price when they get it on the market.

In order to win back the lost brains, these caravan guards also bet their last boss.

It's just that these furs are the common property of the caravan's guards, and they are doing this, but they have to take great risks.

Fortunately, if you win, you will definitely be punished!

A few people were also impatient to lose, and this was the last resort.

Unexpectedly, the fat man was so lucky that the caravan member's fur would eventually become the fat man's trophy.

Several caravan members looked unwilling and began to wonder how to get back what they lost.

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

Maybe after frightening him, this guy will be able to spit out the winning brain.

After several caravan guards made up their minds, they took advantage of the night and got into the fat man's tent.

No one knows what happened during this period.

Only the next day, these guards all became swollen noses and swollen noses. They looked at the fat man's eyes, they were all filled with jealousy, and their faces were filled with flattering smiles.

Being able to make a group of fourth and fifth level monks so embarrassed, this fat guy is obviously not a simple character!

The guard leader of the caravan, that is, the middle-aged lord-level monk, personally came to the fat man to ask for it after learning about it.

Unexpectedly, even if this lord-level monk went out in person, he did not recover the skin of this car!

After everyone got the lord monk back, they just grumbled and said, "I would like to bet." After that, the matter was gone.

Traveling north and south all the year round, no one in this caravan is a fool, so everyone is very tacitly not mentioning this matter.

But as punishment, the caravan guards who pledged animal skins were not only deducted a year's salary, but the animal skins that resisted the severe cold were no longer worthy of them!

After this incident, although there were often gambling games in the caravan, no one would bet against this fat man anymore, which also made the fat man who is addicted to gambling extremely depressed.

"Hey... I knew this a long time ago, I shouldn't have paid a thousand at the beginning, so I can play for a while!"

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

He only hopes that the caravan can get to the end of the Holy Dragon City quickly, so that he can play it happily!

Looking across the sky inadvertently, looking at the constantly flashing runes in the sky, the Fatty's originally full face suddenly flashed with solemnity.

"Han Yue...Ice Mei alien race..."

A few vague words were spit out from the fat man's mouth, but no one heard them.

As the caravans continued to move forward, the outer city wall just built by the Holy Dragon City finally appeared in front of everyone.

(The role of Fatty was provided by book friend Roentgen VIII, thanks for your support!)