Godsend Douluo

While sipping the steaming hot pot, looking at the pure white world outside, listening to the hustle and bustle in my ears, and being accompanied by a beautiful woman, this feeling is not to mention how pleasant it is.

The people of the Bingling Tribe are very good at cooking. There are two big boxes of vegetables and meat, which add up to a few hundred catties, but they ate them all within an hour, leaving no crumbs to Ye Wen. .

After the people from the twelve households dispersed gratefully with fruits, Chen Zuo's stone castle finally regained its previous calm.

"Brother Ye! Listen to my brother's words, you just stay here with me, don't you want to practice? Hiccup... you can also practice in our tribe!"

Chen Zuo, who was drunk after drinking a few bowls of fruit wine, became even more idiotic. He patted his chest with the wine bowl and staggered to Ye Wen's side, wanting to hug him.

How could Ye Wen let this guy come across it?With a look of disgust, he took a few steps back and said to Chen Zixin who was squinting and eating an apple:

"Has your brother never drank alcohol? Can you drink such a small amount of fruit wine like this?"

"Never again, um... um... my brother? He's never had a drink."

The little girl seemed to love the taste of apples very much, this was already the third apple Ye Wen saw her eat.

"Forget it, it's already afternoon now, so we won't leave. Is it okay to spend the night at your place?"

When Ye Wen just ate the hot pot, he saw that the snow outside was getting bigger and bigger, and the climate of the ice field was indeed extremely harsh.

As Chen Zuo said, he finally came across an indigenous tribe, and he didn't want to hurry, so he stayed and had a look. After all, he could get some information about the vast ice field.

"Of course! I welcome you on behalf of my brother!"

Chen Zixin threw away the apple with only the core left in his hand, patted his little palm and said happily.

She really likes Ip Man and Sydney, not only because of the luxurious hot pot, but also partly because of the first encounter.

Ye Wen is handsome, Sydney is beautiful, both of them are very well-dressed, and their hands are super generous. When they first came to their tribe, they won the respect of everyone.

The little girl first easily pulled away Chen Zuo, who was about to pass out, and then diligently tidied up a clean room and came out. Only then did Ye Wen know that Chen Zixin had awakened the martial soul and possessed the first soul ring.

Martial Soul Ice Sable, a twelfth-level soul master.

If the little girl didn't activate her martial soul, she wouldn't be able to move her brother's dead body at all.

Seeing that Chen Zixin also possessed a martial soul, not only Ye Wen was curious, but even Xue Li couldn't help asking:

"How many soul masters are there in your tribe?"

Hearing these words suddenly, Chen Zixin, who was just about to leave,'s bright eyes darkened instantly.

"Originally there were more than a dozen of them, but since a few years ago...now including me, there are only five left."

Xue Li: "Out of the forty or so people, there are quite a few soul masters, you... woo woo woo!"

Ye Wen frowned and covered the mouth of the city lord of Sydney who still wanted to continue, feeling helpless in his heart.

I don't know how she became the lord of the city. She can't tell through the most basic observations. Didn't you see that the little girl was about to cry when she talked about it?

Oh!

Ye Wen suddenly remembered Sydney's Swan Martial Soul, who was born as a member of the royal family or a member of the royal family, so maybe he really didn't need to understand the twists and turns of those low-level people.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

"Go and take care of your brother, Zixin, let's clean up and get ready to rest for a while."

"Oh, goodbye brother and sister."

After sending Chen Zixin away, Ye Wen didn't explain anything to Sydney. After closing the door, he looked at the bedroom that was also covered with spirit beast fur.

.........

On the other side, just as Chen Zixin walked to the door of Chen Zuo's bedroom with a little sadness, the door suddenly opened.

Chen Zuo pulled the shocked Chen Zixin into the room, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother... you... aren't you drunk?"

Chen Zixin covered her small mouth and exclaimed in a low voice.

"Hush! Keep your voice down, how can you get drunk with just a little fruit wine?"

Chen Zuo closed the door tightly and replied quietly.

"Then...then why are you pretending to be drunk?"

Chen Zixin was a full ten years younger than Chen Zuo, and his little head hadn't turned around for a while.

"Sister, have you forgotten the once-a-month catastrophe outside the ice field?"

Chen Zuo suddenly said with a dark face.

"Ah! I forgot, the catastrophe seems to be tonight..."

Chen Zixin exclaimed.

"That's right, the two of them knew at a glance that they were not the children of ordinary people. Even if they dared to come to the ice field to practice, no matter how young they were, I wouldn't believe that they didn't have a cultivation level above the soul master. I just pretended to be drunk to stay. They, as long as they stay, this month's catastrophe may no longer be a catastrophe for our Bingling tribe, and it may become an opportunity!"

Chen Zuo said in a very excited tone.

And where is the blurred eyes just outside, as if he was going to pass out at any time?

In other words, who can lead a tribe to survive on the ice sheet, who will be the most fuel-efficient lamp?

"But brother... aren't we lying? Mom always said it's not good to lie..."

Chen Zixin was not as excited as her brother, but rather unhappy.

The little girl is usually well protected by her brother, and she has never seen any ugly people, so she just felt that it was not good to lie to others at first.

Chen Zuo looked at his younger sister's tangled look and explained disapprovingly:

"How can this be a lie? You heard it back then. Your elder brother Ye Wen said that he wanted to come to the ice field to practice. What is the purpose of coming to the ice field to practice? Isn't it just to kill soul beasts!

Now they are in our tribe, isn't it a very good experience to help them resist the catastrophe once a month? "

Chen Zuo spoke eloquently, as if he was thinking of Ye Wen and his wife.

"Yeah, but I don't think it's a good idea..."

Chen Zixin whispered, although she hadn't experienced many things when she was young, she instinctively felt that this was not good. Brother Ye Wen and sister Sydney are obviously so good, even if she made it clear that she felt that there was a great possibility that they would help .

Compared to Chen Zixin, Chen Zuo may have thought more.

He really couldn't help it.

Since his parents and several uncles with soul power in the tribe passed away one after another in order to go out in exchange for necessary resources, leaving only him and the few remaining soul masters, the Bingling tribe has long been in a precarious state. .

Every end-of-the-month catastrophe is actually a riot of the nearby soul beast group. It is getting more and more difficult for the Bingling tribe to resist. If it weren't for his good talent, he would have been promoted to the realm of a 29th-level soul master at the age of twenty. The few other weak soul masters in the tribe who were more than ten levels, the tribe has long since disappeared in the long river of time.