16 "Such Good Fortune"

Once Gu Xing’er left, the atmosphere at the dinner table improved considerably.

Huang Xiulan took the initiative and broke the heavy silence. “I never imagined fish cooked with pickled cabbage could smell so delicious. Third Sister-in-law certainly knows how to enjoy food.”

“It is quite good,” said Madam Gu. “The next time we catch a fish, let’s ask Third Daughter-in-law how she made it and prepare it the same way.”

As soon as the head of the household said this, the boys began shouting excitedly.

“Grandma, I’ll go catch some fish!” the mischievous Tie Dan hurriedly offered.

Madam Gu gave him a thorough scolding.

Suddenly, a bellowing ox call tore through the sky, making the forest tremble. Flocks of birds rose in the distance, while a violent wind suddenly swept up from afar. It looked like a snow dragon soaring toward them.

He lowered his head and glanced at his sister’s peaceful sleeping face. After thinking for a moment, he actually lay down beside her as well, curling up and preparing to sleep.

Two kunai shot toward Iruka, but with two sharp clangs, Naruto used the Moon God’s Guardian to knock them to the ground.

“Ogrim Doomhammer, come to pledge my allegiance!” he declared, respectfully kneeling on one knee before Ye Huanghai.

The scenery was so captivating that Zhao Chun became intoxicated by it. His eyes stared blankly ahead, and he completely forgot where he was until a scream that echoed across the heavens rang out.

Naruto looked at the final two cards remaining and could not help feeling irritated. Was it true that those born under an unlucky star were only worthy of the pity draw?

After Jian Ning’s workshop completed an order, the registered members of the clan would be notified to collect the clothing and other items they needed.

Many people came out of the corridor. Upon seeing that the suspect had been arrested, they all pointed at Qin Yunfan and whispered among themselves.

The two griffins were of roughly similar levels, one at level twenty-seven and the other at level twenty-five. Their combat prowess should be fairly decent. Moreover, as mid-level magical beasts, griffins existed in terrifying numbers within the Endless Forest, so using an evolution template on them would be quite convenient.

“Junior Brother Xia, when are we going up?” Wang Jue watched as someone was defeated in less than half an incense stick on the arena stage, then turned his head toward Xia Mingfeng and asked eagerly.

Yet Chang Bao’er simply refused to accept it. He had only just come down from the mountain, and this was the result he had received. He was deeply unwilling to submit.

Yingjian reacted instantly. It turned out that neither she, Mu Fengye, nor Silina Sigong, who had returned to the mortal world in the same generation, had ever mentioned monsters like Rustle to Longbone. She had assumed that all the members of Longbone who had participated in the survival game had fought such creatures before, so no one had paid them any attention. She had never expected them to suffer such a heavy setback now.

Among them were two men in their thirties whose faces were nearly identical, and they bore some resemblance to Peng Jiaze, whom they had met before. They were presumably the two twin brothers of the Peng family.

Ye Zhuo was not the only one affected. Astonishment also appeared in the eyes of the others, who were clearly shocked by the commotion before them. However, neither the three brothers of the Xiangli clan nor the four disciples from the aristocratic families spoke as Ye Zhuo had. They merely furrowed their brows slightly, as though pondering something.

“Senior, the mystic ice covering the ground here is extraordinarily tough. The four of us lack the means to inflict any significant damage upon the layer of mystic ice.”

The post flew out, which naturally meant that its holder had already died. Everyone could not help sighing over Xiang Shisan, the first person to emerge: simply surviving the ordeal was already an achievement.

“Actually, there is no need to be disappointed. Is it not merely a Sword Tower? Whether it acknowledges you or not, what difference does it make? Besides, you have spent so many years with your master and learned a great deal of his abilities. On that basis alone, no one in the Sword Tower can compare with you.” The old gentleman began advising Luo Tian.

Five streaks of blood-red light struck the barrier, immediately producing a sizzling sound. The three streaks of blood light continuously corroded the pale-blue halo radiated by the light prism, but the effect was minimal. Once the blood light vanished, the barrier had merely dimmed slightly. With Zhao Ming urging it onward, it soon shone brilliantly once more.

“伯父.”

Mu Rong Yingxue understood now that her uncle still resented her insistence on seeking revenge.