My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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As they had never interacted with each other before, even though they knew the location, they didn't go over to take a look.

In the past, it wasn't easy to reach an island named "ILLUSION" after sailing for half a day in a seaside port in Indonesia, where one could meet up with members of the Adept Association.

This island was just like its name - "illusion", "illusion". Adepts liked to call it the "Dream Island" because they couldn't find it on a map.

He'd first been a powerful Adept, the president of the association. He'd used his Discipline to gather sand at the bottom of the sea. He'd built the island over the years.

When Ye Fan and Feng Xiaohui arrived at the port, there was a dark-skinned Asian man wearing a flowery shirt holding a sign with Feng Xiaohui's name on it, waiting.

"Hello, please wait for us." Ye Fan was the first to walk over.

"No, I'm his brother-in-law, he's the real deal." Ye Fan introduced them.

The man nodded in understanding, "My name is Hao Te, I'm the crew responsible for receiving and escorting them. Would you two like to board the ship together, or would you like to go to Dreamland Island by yourself, Feng Xiaohui?"

"The family just happens to have one escort, all they have to do is follow the rules of the island and don't need photography or video footage," Haut said, laughing.

Ye Fan expressed his understanding and immediately boarded a white boat with Feng Xiaohui.

"What fuel did you use for this ship?" Ye Fan asked.

Hao Te seemed to be used to hearing this question. Without explaining anything, he sat down beside the engine and grabbed a black metal handle.

Gradually, a wave of heat spread out from him!

The propellers rumbled and soon, the boat began to move!

Feng Xiaohui, who was watching from the sidelines, was also looking forward to the Adept's Association.

"You can't put it that way. If you want, I'm afraid some metal doors that can protect against thieves will be melted by you. If you want to become a great thief, you can as well." Ye Fan said.

Ye Fan and Feng Xiaohui were speechless, so this brother had actually been a thief?

After the boat traveled for almost an hour, an island appeared in front of them. From afar, the island looked like a beautiful pearl on the sea under the blue sky.

A tall statue of a giant towered over the island's small harbor. Its two gigantic legs caught hold of the harbor. It seemed like a very long time ago, and he was dressed like a character from the ancient West.

Hao Te led the way to a small hill in the middle of the island. It was built in a grayish brown color, with the tallest tower at least forty to fifty meters tall. There were no cracks on its surface, making it look perfect.

Ye Fan and Feng Xiaohui were both base camp for early Adepts. Along the way they met some Adepts who worked here.

An Adept dressed as a gardener could stretch his arms and legs as he pleased. He was like a giant, pruning a five-meter tall tree without the need for a ladder.

On the other hand, a white-haired old lady was blowing on the air with her mouth. She blew away the dust and leaves on the path like a gust of wind, not even needing a broom.

When these espers saw Ye Fan and co., they would greet them in a friendly manner. It was obvious that they were used to seeing visitors or new members coming to check.

"Brother-in-law, I'm not dreaming right? Why does this look like it's in a movie?" Feng Xiaohui muttered.

This was because the Adept Association was neutral. Breaking away from all conflicts of interest was the equivalent of being a permanent neutral organization in the Underground World.

Therefore, when the Holy War broke out in the world, Ye Fan didn't run into many Adepts.

Ye Fan was aware of the myriad of abilities of Adepts. If these people were known to the entire world, it would set off all sorts of strong waves. To the masses, this was because these people only existed in novels and movies.

"This is the membership center. This is where we check out the new members."

The old man looked to be about 70 to 80 years old. His hair had fallen off like a bald man's. He was holding a bottle of vodka in his hand in broad daylight. His nose was red from drinking so much that he had fallen asleep on the counter.

He was dressed in a dirty gray waistcoat. He was thin, wrinkled, and disheveled, and he could tell from his sleep that he was still swearing in Russian.

On the other hand, the woman at the front desk looked like a man from Fusang. She looked to be in her thirties or forties. Her looks were average, but she cared a lot about her image. He was looking at the small mirror to fix his makeup, and the rouge on his face was very thick. It was obvious that the foundation was already very thick, but he was still trying to make it up.

Fu Sang, the beggar, casually threw out a register and said, "Fill in whatever language you want."

After finishing her sentence, she continued to brush her eyelashes. From the start, she didn't have any attitude of service, and didn't even look at Ye Fan and co. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)