A small town can be said to be big or small, and it can be said to be small.
The flow of people coming and going is neither too much nor too little, and it can be regarded as an external or internal trading center.
Luo Yu and his party have already boarded the ship heading towards the Black Silver Sea, and are only waiting for the night to pass before sailing in tomorrow.
The black ship is dressed in a strange way.
Although there is nothing hideous, the darkness that can be seen everywhere makes people feel uncomfortable.
"I like it. This taste suits me very well."
Sitting at the lively dining table on the bottom floor of the building, which is commonly used as a restaurant, Dongtianwang was full of joy and praised the surrounding decorations.
Luo Yu looked at the surrounding buildings decorated with fish bones, cow bones, and other dark and weird things, and was speechless.
Dongtianwang is probably the only one who likes this kind of dress.
"Ignore him." Wuhua on the side pulled Luo Yu over, ignoring Dongtian Wang who was in high spirits.
"I said Xiaoyin and Xiaohong can't eat enough? They've already eaten ten plates." Looking at the two guys eating barbecue on the table, Wuhua frowned.
Luo Yu laughed when he heard this: "I've never seen them eat enough."
Although she also wondered how these two seemingly small guys could hold so much.
Xiao Yin and Xiao Hong, who were eating barbecued meat like crazy, still gave Wu Hua a look of disdain upon hearing this, showing little knowledge.
Wuhua couldn't help but laugh when he saw that he was being despised.
"Alas...I'm so unlucky...Alas..."
While he was laughing, an old man with white hair and beard on the table next to him heard a deep lament.
It sounds so decadent.
Luo Yu was bored and turned his head to look after hearing the sound.
I saw the old man at the next table, sitting high on a chair. He looked short, and he was climbing on the empty table.
While pulling her beard fiercely, she stared at the barbecue in front of her Xiaoyin and Xiaohong.
Those eyes were clearly written with envy, drool, and sadness.
Seeing this, Luo Yu couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "Xiao Yin, give him a plate."
Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, although it is not found on earth.