My Cold and Beautiful Wife

Bang plating, the temple of wisdom.

Ye Fan and Kulatu handed the cross-border documents to the priest who was in charge of rotating transmission posts.

The priest dressed like a doctor, looked at them with strange eyes.

Ye Fan felt a little drumming, "Is there a problem with the file?"

The priest shook his head: "Cross-border documents are okay, but... are you sure you want to go to Aslan civilization now?"

"Of course," Ye Fan nodded.

The priest shrugged and said nothing, and entered the document into the optical brain backup.

After some manipulation, the two entered the teleportation array.

"Remember that after arriving at the temple on the side of Aslan, you will have to go through the entry audit. If you miss it, you will be deemed to have entered the country illegally."

According to the usual practice, the priest performed a courtesy to the **** of wisdom after giving a reminder.

"May the Wisdom God guide you."

With the light shining, Ye Fan and Kulatu's star-map bracelets released Huaguang.

Ye Fan was no stranger to the Great World Transmission Channel. This trip from Fitz to Aslan was a lot closer.

But even so, it will take some time halfway.

In the Great World Channel, sound waves are difficult to transmit, but it does not affect sound transmission.

Ye Fan remembered the question of the priest just now, and couldn't help but transmit his voice: "Now go to Aslan, is there any problem?"

Kurato has always been very serious, and then replied stubbornly: "It should be that we are ugly, and it is not suitable to go to Aslan at this time."

Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh, "You guy, you can make a joke."

Kulatu glanced at Ye Fan inexplicably, and didn't say much.

After a boring journey, the star map bracelet located a temple and took the two of them down.

The temple that descends is much more exquisite and magnificent than the temple of wisdom.

The live ornamental plants on the walls, windows, and domes are very eye-catching.

All kinds of designs are obviously for the pursuit of a natural aesthetics and spare no effort.

"The gap between this temple and the temple is quite big," Ye Fan sighed.

"The main tribes of Aslan all believe in the gods of beauty and nature, and their pursuit of beauty is inherited from ancient times and is innate."

"Since it is the temple of the **** of beauty, in terms of beauty, of course it is not comparable to the temple of wisdom," Kulatu said.

Ye Fan nodded, "The first impression is not bad, let's go and enter the customs."

The two came to the exit position, and along the way, they also encountered some Aslan people working and doing things in the temple.

It has to be said that the Aslan people are indeed handsome men and women, all kinds of blondes of gold and pale gold, fair and shiny skin, and slender figures.

Pairs of sapphire and emerald-like pupils are also fascinating.

To be honest, Ye Fan couldn't tell right away. Some people are male or female because they are too "beautiful"!

Even their dressing is obviously more elaborate than the Fitz people.

Not luxurious, plain use of colors, attention to detail.

Many materials, at first glance, are made of some special plants, strong and with a unique natural style.

However, it didn't take long for Ye Fan to notice something strange.

These Aslan people, when they saw the two of them appear, more or less showed a look of disgust and contempt.

When he arrived in front of the beauty priest, the priest made no secret of it, and was unwilling to look at the two of them.

"What are you doing here?" The priest seemed puzzled.

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, "We are adventurers, come to carry out the commission."

"I really pick the time."

The priest was very impatient, so he nodded a few plant leaves next to him.

That vine plant turned out to be a living thing, and after scanning it on the paper with its own leaves, the review was completed.

To put it bluntly, that plant is a light brain that scans and records?

Ye Fan knew that this was the "natural magic technology" unique to Aslan.

Even the great sages of the research institutes of Fitz could not decipher these ancient technologies of Aslan.

Because this is a kind of talent bestowed by the God of Nature to the relatives, foreigners simply can't understand it.

Sure enough, each of the four golden civilizations has its own merits, Ye Fan muttered in his heart.

After leaving the temple, Ye Fan finally took Kulatu's previous words seriously.

"We are like this, is it really inappropriate to come to Aslan?"

"If it is usual, it would be fine, but now, it should be the eve of the ‘Grand Ceremony of the Beautiful God’..."

Kuratu frowned and said, "I haven't come back for too long. I didn't expect this, but anyway, we can only come here first for the sake of entrusting."

"Beauty God Ceremony? What do you mean?"

Kuratu explained: "It is an important celebration for all the tribes to pay tribute to the **** of beauty. It is almost the most solemn festival in Aslan. It is held every ten years."

"The big families of the various tribes will select the most beautiful men and women for a beauty contest on that day."

"In the end, the winner is the winner of Beauty. That is almost the highest honor of the major tribes of Aslan."

"And every time before the Grand Ceremony of the God of Beauty, all Aslan people will be particularly picky and can't tolerate ugliness."

"Because they feel that only beautiful lives can participate in the ceremony of the **** of beauty, otherwise it would be a blasphemy against the **** of beauty..."

Ye Fan can't laugh or cry, this Aslan is really obsessed with handsome men and beautiful women.

"Wait, you just said that both men and women will participate? Is it a contest together?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes, there is no distinction between men and women in front of the beauty gods. In fact, in history, the victory of men and women is almost equal to half," Kulatu said.

Ye Fan was numb for a while, thinking of a group of men, dressed in splendid fashion, playing beautifully with women on the stage...

"Haha, I'm still a little ugly," Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Ye, don't worry, you are still a long way from participating in the audition," Kurato replied very seriously.

Ye Fan was speechless, "I'm not'beautiful', but you are not so good, am I? You left the Dragon Blood Tree tribe, maybe because of ugliness?"

Kurato was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

"..."

Ye Fan didn't react at all. After thinking about it, he asked again: "What do you mean? You are really ugly..."

"You should have noticed that my appearance is still somewhat different from most people in Aslan."

Kurato grinned, not taking it seriously.

Ye Fan felt that he had experienced a lot of strange things, but because of his ugliness, he left his hometown. It was the first time I heard about it.

With a touch of comfort, Ye Fan patted Kulatu on the shoulder.

"It's okay, in their eyes, I am uglier than you."

Kuratul didn't matter, saying: "There are 13 major tribes in the Aslan world. Because the major tribes are worried about conflicts, there is a buffering neutral zone between them."

"What we are now in is the neutral zone between the Dragon Blood Tree Tribe and the Cloud Shadow Tribe, about the size of... five seas of sand."

Ye Fan had heard early that Aslan's world was vast, ranking first among the four golden civilizations, and it was indeed extraordinary.

"Then we are now, how can we get to the Dragon Blood Tree tribe the fastest?"

Ye Fan could use Dragon Shadow Shattered Air to teleport, but the problem was that he didn't recognize the way, and he didn't come to travel, so he had to find the target.

Otherwise, in the ridiculously big world of Aslan, when he finds Ye Wuxie, it is estimated that the daylily will be cold.