The amusement on Lin Feng's face did not diminish at all, and he just looked at Ning Fengzhi who was kneeling on the ground quietly.
Bibi Dong had already put away his "Eternal Black Silk" properly at some point, and his charming phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, revealing a chill that made the air freeze.
Golden Crocodile Douluo was holding the chopsticks, and his knuckles were bulging due to excessive force, making a crunching sound. His eyes were shining with a cruel light like Ferocious Beast.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths opened in a cold, smileless arc.
They didn't even bother to release Soul Power.
But the gazes of more than a dozen people with the title Douluo converged, and the invisible coldness made the air in the entire hotel thicken.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's expressions changed suddenly. They took a step forward and stood in front of Ning Fengzhi. However, they felt like they were holding up an invisible mountain, and even breathing became difficult.
At this time, the crisp and arrogant voice of Ning Rongrong was still continuing.
"Did your brain get caught in the door? Or was it kicked by Soul Beast?"
"Do you know who I am? I am the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the sect master Ning Fengzhi! The future heir of the sect!"
"You want me to serve the dishes? Are you worthy?"
Each sentence is sharper than the other, and each sentence is more heart-wrenching than the last.
The last sentence was like a poisoned knife, stabbing into Ning Fengzhi's heart.
"If you dare to bother me with such nonsense again, when I return to the sect, I will definitely ask Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa to demolish that pavilion of yours!"
The voice fell.
In the hotel, it was dead silent.
Ning Fengzhi was kneeling on the ground, his whole figure seemed to have been drained of its soul.
It's over.
It's all over.
His mind was buzzing, and his vision went black for a while.
What is the long-cherished wish of the sect for thousands of years?
What the glory of Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
At this moment, he was burned to pieces by his useless daughter with a few stupid words.
Bang!
There was a deafening muffled sound. It was Qian Daoliu who couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the table hard with his palm!
He stood up suddenly, the golden Soul Power was boiling, and the pressure belonging to Peerless Douluo had collapsed like a mountain and sea.
"The surname is Ning!"
Qian Daoliu's voice is not high, but it is like ice scraping against the bones.
"You Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you are so brave!"
"How dare you speak rudely to your seniors like this!"
Before he finished speaking, a Angel Holy Sword was condensed in his hand, and the tip of the sword was already locked between Ning Fengzhi's eyebrows.
Swipe!
In the hotel, more than a dozen figures stood up almost at the same moment.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, Spirit Kite Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo...
No shouting, no roaring.
There are only Soul Power light pillars rising into the sky, and Soul Ring of different colors.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's faces turned pale instantly. The pressure gathered by more than a dozen people with the title Douluo made them feel like two broken boards in the stormy sea, and they would be torn into pieces in the next second.
However, this terrifying momentum that almost tore apart space was strangely restrained within a very small range.
Golden Crocodile Douluo The golden arrogance around him had just risen half a foot before he suddenly shrank and carefully avoided the tea cup on the table.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Martial Soul As soon as it appeared, it immediately restrained all its outward sharpness, for fear that the sharp energy on the petals would scratch the floor.
They were furious and boiling with murderous intent.
But they are more afraid of breaking the plates and bowls in the store.
Just when the tension was tense and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
Lin Feng lay down on the chair calmly, stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped on the armrest.
Ta.
A soft sound, but like a supreme decree, instantly calmed the raging Soul Power ocean.
"Huh? How old are you now and you are still so angry?"
He raised his eyelids and glanced at the murderous Qian Daoliu.
"And it's against the rules to use a knife here."
"This is a hotel, a place open for business."
"The beatings and killings affect my mood."
The Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand dissipated instantly. He took a deep breath and bowed to Lin Feng.
"But senior, the daughter of this beast..."
Lin Feng finally turned his gaze and waved his hand indifferently.
"It's normal for a child to be ignorant."
His light words made Spirit Hall everyone's simmering anger get stuck in their throats.
"Everyone sit down."
"Eat."
After the order was given, Qian Daoliu and the others gave Ning Fengzhi a hard look before reluctantly sitting down again.
But the murderous aura did not dissipate.
Instead, it turned into sixteen icy-cold gazes, nailing the three people Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
It seems that he is still planning to wait for them to leave before looking for an opportunity to take action!
Sword and Bone Douluo breathed a sigh of relief, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo seemed to have been granted amnesty, their legs went weak and they almost fell to their knees.
But like Ning Fengzhi, they cannot feel the joy of surviving the disaster at all.
Senior will not pursue this matter, but Spirit Hall will these sixteen killing gods let them go?
The seniors clearly said not to do it in the store.
But what about out of this door?
If this matter cannot be given a satisfactory explanation to this senior and the killing gods like Spirit Hall...
I'm afraid that after tomorrow, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be wiped off the map of the Douluo Continent.
Something must be done!
The seniors must be calmed down!
Otherwise, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, after today, you will be removed from the mainland!
Ning Fengzhi spoke in a trembling voice, his voice hoarse.
"Senior! This junior will bring that evil girl here and let senior suffer! No matter life or death!"
However, Lin Feng just waved his hand calmly.
"What's the rush?"
"My rules here are not to waste food."
"Ask your two guards to finish eating before leaving."
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo didn't dare to disobey. They lifted up the almost limp Ning Fengzhi and sat back at the table.
But the delicacies on the table now tasted like nothing in their mouths.
What you swallow in every bite is not delicious food.
It's fear.
It's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's shaky future.
Lin Feng asked lazily in his mind.
"How's it going, system? Is this tone coming out?"
[I really don't like it!]
The system's gloating electronic sound sounded in Lin Feng's mind.
[Looking at the expression of this old fox falling from the cloud into the mud, this system is very pleasant, I love you~]
[But...]
The system changed the topic, and there was a hint of excitement in his tone that the world would not be in chaos.
[It would be even more perfect if it could kill people a little more heart-wrenchingly!]
Lin Feng's eyebrows moved.
Murder and heart-wrenching?
It's easy to say that you are breaking the system. How can I kill people and kill people in this situation?
It was at this time that Lin Feng's eyes swept across the corner inadvertently.
The girl who is holding a mop and mopping the floor silently, Zhu Zhuqing.
A wonderful damaging move took shape in his mind.
Lin Feng faced the corner and waved gently.
Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, but immediately put down the mop and walked over quickly.
"Senior?"
The eyes of the whole hotel were focused on him instantly.
Spirit Hall's group of people stopped using their chopsticks again, their eyes full of excitement for the show.
Senior, is this... having to do some hard work again?
Lin Feng sat up straighter, raised his hand, and rubbed Zhu Zhuqing's head naturally.
The girl's body stiffened slightly, but she did not dodge.
Zhu Zhuyun, who was standing behind Lin Feng, had a trace of undetectable jealousy flashing deep in his eyes, but the strength in his hands became gentler.
"Zhu Zhuqing."
Lin Feng's voice is very gentle, like an elder chatting with a younger generation.
"You can work here safely now, and you don't have to worry about Star Luo City shit anymore."
"Speaking of which, you have to thank someone."