Er Fengchong

The ancient Divine Beast Susu descended to endure trials and became the youngest daughter of the Qin Family, who were nearing eighty years old; young in age but high in seniority, even the men in their twenties had to call her auntie.
Susu was also the only girl in three generations of the Qin Family, cherished by her parents, doted on by her brothers, and her nephews would fight over holding their auntie and protecting her.
Protect her? Susu said she didn't need it, for she was a mighty and ferocious Divine Beast!
With her around, no one would dare to bully the Qin Family members!
Those who bullied her family got sent flying; those who coveted their fortune got sent flying; those who tried to kidnap her got sent flying.
The kidnappers who captured Susu were frightened by her and willingly handed over their cell phones for her to call the police.
"How do I unlock the cell phone?" Susu asked.
"It requires fingerprint unlocking, you can use my finger," explained the kidnapper.
"How do I use your finger? Chop it off?" Susu asked again.
"No! No need to chop, it can be used while still attached to my hand!" the kidnapper wailed.
Chop off a finger! What kind of thought process was that?
Way too scary!
Ever since the lucky-buff-carrying Susu had come to their home, the family's luck had improved, their business prospered more each day, and the previously naughty young masters had become much better behaved, truly a little lucky star.
It was just that boy from the neighbor's house, who kept thinking about kidnapping Little Susu, causing the Qin Family men quite a bit of concern.
Maybe they should just break his leg again?

The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live

Achou was still pondering when he saw the old man Yang, who had just a moment ago stood at the bow with an air of immortal grace, now slipping away sneakily into the yacht's pilothouse!


From inside the pilothouse, Old Man Yang shouted to Achou and the others, "Boys, don't just stand there, hurry in and hide! Now is not the time for us mortals to be fighting each other to the death. When gods fight, mortals should stay out of the way!"


Achou was stunned, not knowing how to react.


"What are you dithering for? This pilothouse is made of a metal frame, and according to that whatchamacallit principle I forgot the name of, hiding here is useful against lightning! At any rate, it's safer than standing out on the deck! If you don't want to die, then hurry up and get in!" Old Man Yang shouted again.


After hearing the muffled roars above their heads, Achou made up his mind, directing his still lively subordinates to carry those who couldn't move into the pilothouse.


Chapter 908: When Gods Clash, Mortals Step Aside