Infinite Cafetaria

Chapter 651 Dragon Palace

The little girl with the horns on her head didn't know if she didn't notice Wang Chongyang's little movements, lowering her head and playing with the handful of twigs in her hand.

Wang Chongyang thought this was an opportunity, and while she threw the twigs on the ground, he finally finished reciting the Fire Dragon Talisman.

Throwing the talisman into the air, the fire dragon talisman rose up in the storm and turned into a real fire dragon, nearly seven meters long and looking majestic.

The fire dragon with its fangs and claws also brought a lot of security to Wang Chongyang. The monsters that appeared in this disaster zone were all aquatic and were naturally afraid of fire, so the fire talisman should also have a strong restraint effect on them.

Just as Wang Chongyang was thinking this, he saw that the little girl with horns on her head didn't even raise her head, but just flicked a drop of water on her clothes away.

That seemingly insignificant droplet of water faced the menacing fire dragon, no matter how it looked, it looked like it was hitting a stone with an egg.

But the next moment the fire dragon was hit, it let out a howl, and the flames on its body continued to shrink. It only lasted for less than a breath, and then turned into a bigger one.

Then it was completely engulfed by the water droplets, leaving nothing but the mist.

Wang Chongyang knelt down on the spot. What magic was this? Just moving his fingers broke an intermediate talisman.

Such an enemy is simply not something he can defeat now.

So Wang Chongyang not only knelt down, but also decisively opened his mouth to the other side and muttered, "I was wrong! Don't kill me, Immortal, I won't dare to do it again!"

Wang Chongyang had already shown weakness, but the little girl with the horn on her head didn't seem to want to spare him. She found another drop of water on her body and planned to flick it towards Wang Chongyang.

At the critical moment, Wang Chongyang looked at the branches on the ground, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He hurriedly reached out and picked up a small branch from the edge.

He raised his head and looked at the little girl with horns on her head. As expected, the latter also stopped and turned her eyes to the pile of twigs in front of her.

"There's something going on!" Wang Chongyang was overjoyed, and he kept up his efforts and took away another small branch.

The girl simply sat down cross-legged in front of him.

Wang Chongyang reached out for the third time, but this time, perhaps because of his nervousness, he accidentally touched other branches while holding the branch.

The next moment, a pair of cold hands pressed on Wang Chongyang's hand.

Wang Chongyang quickly let go of his hand and looked nervously at the little girl opposite. The latter did not attack him, but started to pick up the branches as well.

Wang Chongyang knew that he had made the right bet. What they were playing now was a small game called picking sticks, also called throwing sticks.

The rules are simple, a handful of sticks are sprinkled on the ground and one of them picks first.

During this period, you cannot touch other sticks, otherwise another player will have to pick them. The final victory or defeat depends on who has more sticks.

Wang Chongyang also played picking sticks when he was a child, but as he grew older, he no longer played such childish games.

Fortunately, this thing is not difficult to get started. As long as your hands are steady enough and your mind is careful enough, you can win.

Because he didn't know what the punishment would be for failure, Wang Chongyang also worked hard. This was definitely the most serious and exciting round of stick picking he had ever played in his life.

The twigs that the little girl with horns found to replace the sticks were not cleanly cut, and there were still many twigs on them, which further increased the difficulty of picking.

Fortunately, there weren't many branches, so it took the two of them ten minutes to pick them up.

Wang Chongyang glanced at the branch in his hand, and then at the little girl with horns opposite, feeling that the number of the two sides should be relatively close.

Therefore, during the final statistics, his heart was in his throat.

The little girl with horns didn't seem to be very good at counting, so the two of them competed with each other to win. Wang Chongyang's sharp eyes had already noticed that the little girl had 5 sticks left in her hand, but he only had 4 sticks left in his hand.

It’s over, I’m going to lose!

Wang Chongyang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he didn't die from urinating, but died from carrying a stick?

Although this is slightly better than before, the good is limited.

Wang Chongyang didn't want to die at such a young age, so he gritted his teeth and cut off a branch in his hand while the horned girl lowered her head to place the branch.

I let my twigs grow from 4 to 5. Later, I felt that I had done everything, so I simply cut off another twig to make it 6.

Wang Chongyang tremblingly took out the broken branch. The little girl with horns may have wondered why the branch in his hand was so short, so she took a second look.

But he didn't hit him with water beads.

Win! Wang Chongyang was overjoyed. When he put down the last twig, the little girl with the horns on her head finally had an expression on her face.

It was an expression similar to confusion and satisfaction.

But the satisfaction was fleeting, and then she found water drops on her body again.

No, you will die even if you win! Wang Chongyang felt inexplicably sad and angry, so what was the meaning of his victory? !

Seeing that the water droplets were about to fly towards him again, Wang Chongyang subconsciously reached out and made a fist to block it in front of him.

As a result, the little girl with the horns on her head stopped moving again.

Staring straight at his two fists.

What's the meaning? Wang Chongyang's brain was running at an unprecedented speed at this moment.

Considering what happened before, is it possible that she still wants to play?

Bet! Wang Chongyang tried to pick up the shortest branch from the ground, then put his two hands behind his back and quickly exchanged them.

After a moment, he clenched his hands into fists and stretched them out again, placing them in front of the girl with horns on her head.

As expected, the girl's attention was drawn again, her eyes flicking back and forth on his fist.

Finally, she pointed to her left fist, which seemed to be a little bigger. Sure enough, there was a twig hidden inside.

This was naturally Wang Chongyang's deliberate move, because he had won before but was almost killed, so he simply chose to lose this time.

As a result, the little girl with horns showed a happy and satisfied expression and then continued to lower her head to look for water drops.

ah? Why can't you lose? !

Wang Chongyang felt numb. In order to survive, he could only repeat his old tricks and use his brain again to think of other small games to play.

He thought of grabbing stones, but there were no stones here. Wang Chongyang's eyes swept around. He was now in a palace under the river. This palace had no doors or windows, but the river water outside could not flow in.

Blocked by a layer of water curtain, it is a bit like the effect of a water separation charm.

Wang Chongyang couldn't care less about admiring such a wonderful scene at the moment. His eyes were quickly attracted by the clams on the wall.

This cutout should be able to replace the stones in playing catching stones.

Wang Chongyang did not dare to stay, so he rushed to the nearest stone wall, dug and pried, and got down more than ten clams, and then rushed back again.

(End of chapter)