"I haven't been with a woman for a month either, I'm getting rusty..."
"Screw you, no manners..."
...
A group of people noisily boarded the boat and set off, lighting green ghostly fires, resembling yakshas at night, patrolling the Mistwater River.
Gu Changhuai silently counted the heads.
Once this group of water bandits sailed far away, the surroundings returned to silence.
Gu Changhuai said: "The ones who went out, roughly more than two hundred people. According to the habits of water bandits, they generally send out half, leaving the other half. There are probably around two hundred water bandits left on the island."
"In total, there should be around four hundred."
"At present, there are no Golden Cores. Of course, it's also possible that the Golden Core is not on the island."
Meanwhile, Mo Hua had roughly completed the topographic map of the island's Formation.
"Should we go back now?"
