Universe Infinite Canteen-Chapter 650 - Dragon Palace

The little girl with horns on her head seemed not to have noticed Wang Chongyang's slight movement as she lowered her head, fiddling with a small twig in her hand.

Wang Chongyang saw this as an opportunity. While she was throwing those twigs on the ground, he had finally finished reciting the spell of the Fire Dragon Talisman.

He casually tossed the talisman into the air, and as the Fire Dragon Talisman faced the wind, it swelled and transformed into a real Fire Dragon, nearly seven meters in length, looking majestic and imposing.

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The Fire Dragon, with its teeth and claws bared, also gave Wang Chongyang a considerable sense of security. The creatures that appeared in the catastrophe belt were from the Water Clan, naturally afraid of fire, so the Fire Talisman should also have a strong restraining effect on them.

Just as Wang Chongyang was thinking this, he saw the horned little girl, without even lifting her head, casually flick a drop of water from her clothing.

That seemingly insignificant drop of water flew towards the formidable Fire Dragon, appearing as futile as an egg striking a stone.

But in the next moment, the Fire Dragon that was hit let out a mournful cry. Its flames continuously shrank, lasting less than a moment before diminishing to the size of a bean.

Then, it was completely engulfed by that droplet of water, leaving behind nothing but lingering mist.

Wang Chongyang immediately knelt down, overwhelmed. What kind of Immortal Technique was this? She had broken a Mid-level Talisman with just a flick of her finger.

Such an enemy was not someone he could defeat at his current level.

Thus, Wang Chongyang not only knelt but also decisively began to kowtow vigorously, mumbling, "I was wrong! Immortal, please don't kill me, I won't dare to do it again!"

Wang Chongyang had already shown his weakness, but the little girl with horns did not seem to have any intention of sparing him. She found another water drop and prepared to flick it at Wang Chongyang.

At this critical moment, Wang Chongyang looked at the twigs on the ground, and a sudden inspiration struck him. He quickly reached out and picked up a twig from the edge.

He looked up again at the little girl with horns. Her actions had indeed stopped, and her gaze returned to the pile of twigs in front of her.

"This might work!" Wang Chongyang was overjoyed and continued with his efforts, picking up another twig.

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

Wang Chongyang reached out for the third time, but perhaps because he was nervous, he accidentally touched other twigs in the process.

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

Wang Chongyang quickly let go and nervously looked at the little girl across from him, who did not attack him but instead started picking up twigs as well.

Wang Chongyang knew he had guessed correctly; they were now playing a game known as Pick-up Sticks.

The rules were simple: spread a bunch of sticks on the ground, and one person started to pick. During this, touching other sticks would require switching turns to the other player, and the winner was determined by who had more sticks in the end.

Wang Chongyang had also played Pick-up Sticks as a child, but as he grew older, he seldom played such juvenile games.

Fortunately, it wasn't hard to get the hang of it. Steady hands and careful attention could lead to victory.

Because he did not know what the penalty for losing was, Wang Chongyang played with utmost concentration. This was undoubtedly the most serious and thrilling round of Pick-up Sticks he had ever played in his life.

The little girl with horns had brought small branches to replace the sticks, which were not cleanly trimmed and had many small twigs, making the picking even more challenging.

Fortunately, there weren't many branches, and it took them ten minutes to pick them all up.

Wang Chongyang looked at the twigs in his hand and then at those of the little girl with horns, feeling that the quantities might be close to each other.

Therefore, at the final count, his heart was hanging in his throat.

The little girl with horns seemed not very good at counting, so the two used a method of taking turns, drawing one stick each to compare who won.

Wang Chongyang's eyes were sharp, and he noticed that the little girl still had five twigs in her hand while he only had four left.

It's over, I'm going to lose!

Wang Chongyang's heart sank. Could it be that he wouldn't die during the relief effort, but during a stick-picking game?

This was a bit better than before, but the improvement was limited.

Wang Chongyang didn't want to die so young, so he gritted his teeth, took advantage of the moment when the horned girl looked down to place a branch, and broke one of his twigs.

He turned his four twigs into five and, feeling that he had already cheated, decided to go all the way and broke another, making it six.

Wang Chongyang tremulously pulled out the broken twigs, and the horned girl perhaps wondered why his twigs were so short, giving them a couple of extra glances.

But she didn't flick any water droplets at him.

I won! Wang Chongyang was overjoyed in his heart. When he put down the last twig, a look finally appeared on the face of the horned girl.

It was a mix of confusion and satisfaction.

But that satisfaction was fleeting, and soon she began searching for droplets of water on her body again.

No, I'm going to die even though I won! Wang Chongyang felt an inexplicable sadness. What was the point of his victory then?!

As the water droplet was about to fly towards him again, Wang Chongyang instinctively extended his hand, clenched it into a fist, and shielded himself.

The horned girl stopped her action the next moment.

Staring intently at his two fists.

What does this mean? Wang Chongyang's brain raced at an unprecedented speed at this moment.

Combining the events that had happened, did she still want to play?

Gambling it! Wang Chongyang tried picking up the shortest twig from the ground, then put both hands behind his back, swiftly switching them.

A moment later, he clenched his fists again and stretched them out in front of the horned girl.

Indeed, her attention was captured again, her gaze sweeping back and forth over his fists.

She finally pointed to the apparently larger left fist, which indeed hid the twig.

Naturally, Wang Chongyang had done this intentionally because he had won before but almost got killed, so this time he simply chose to lose.

The horned girl revealed a happy and satisfied expression afterward and then continued to look down for droplets of water.

Ah? So losing doesn't work either?!

Wang Chongyang felt numb; to survive, he could only employ the same trick, using his wits again to think of other games they could play.

He thought of playing the pebble-picking game, but there were no pebbles around. Wang Chongyang's gaze swept the surroundings; he was now in a river-bottomed palace, a palace without doors or windows, yet the river water outside did not flow in.

Blocked by a curtain of water, rather like the effect of a Water Dividing Talisman.

Wang Chongyang couldn't afford to admire such a spectacle, his attention quickly drawn to the barnacles on the wall.

These could probably substitute for pebbles in a pebble-picking game.

Wang Chongyang didn't dare delay, he hurried towards the nearest stone wall and, by prying and digging, managed to get more than a dozen barnacles before rushing back.