A story's twists and turns were often not described by the writer, but left entirely to the audience's imagination.
More and more people gathered around the barbecue stall. Human nature was to love a spectacle. Some of those farther away could not hear what was being said up front at all.
A young man with a middle-parted hairstyle and suspenders frowned deeply, looking quite anxious. He patted the shoulder of the person in front of him and said, "Brother, what's the relationship between that wine-red-haired girl and that Evil God? Why do they look so close?"
How could he not be anxious? This was huge news! The confirmed Rock King Emperor, an Evil God from elsewhere, and a girl who looked rather cool were chatting and laughing together, their expressions incredibly animated. How could anyone not be curious about what they were saying?
The man who had been tapped turned around and looked the middle-parted young man up and down. Hey, quite fashionable. That purple eyeshadow just did not suit a man.
After sizing him up, he replied impatiently, "How would I know? Maybe they know each other." His own position was not much closer, so how could he possibly hear anything?
If it had not been the Rock King Emperor sitting there, how could they have stood here watching so quietly and orderly? They would have already crowded in.
Seeing that this person did not know either, the middle-parted young man was somewhat disappointed, but he said nothing more. He had seen the disdain in the man's eyes just now and felt a little helpless.
If he had not been forced into it, and if the goddess did not like this style, he would not have dressed like this either. He had decided—tomorrow, he would get hair extensions, tie