In the Maple Dye Pavilion, leisure time after a meal is particularly rare.
After the hotel was expanded, the space became much wider, and guests no longer needed to leave in a hurry after eating as in the past.
The rich aroma of food lingered in the air, like an invisible hand, scratching Ning Rongrong's empty stomach.
This was the first time in her life that she felt the pain of hunger so clearly.
She knelt on the cold floor and could only look at the big shots at the Spirit Hall, enjoying the delicacies that were beyond her reach.
But no one paid any attention to her stomach growling.
She is like a transparent person.
The lottery session just now was a public execution of her self-esteem.
Soul Bone.
Soul Power promotion.
Soul Ring years have skyrocketed.
Every time Lin Feng throws a reward casually, it is like a loud slap on Ning Rongrong's face.
It made her realize more clearly what an incredible opportunity she had rejected at the beginning.
At this moment, it is the turn of the last lottery winner Qian Daoliu.
Lin Feng looked at the rewards that popped up on the system panel, and his eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.
[Ding! The prize pool generates a special reward: one copy of Angel God Soul Fragment. (Collect five copies to spell out the complete soul of Angel God.)]
He raised his eyes and looked at Qian Daoliu who looked expectant, his voice was calm.
"Your reward is, Angel God residual soul fragment."
The anticipation on Qian Daoliu's face solidified instantly.
Isn't today Angel Divine Power affinity?
Alas~
What a waste.
But suddenly, as if he had just realized something, he suddenly raised his head and spoke dryly.
"Senior... what does this Angel God residual soul fragment mean..."
Lin Feng held his chin and seemed to be organizing his words. After two seconds, he shrugged and said:
"That's what it means literally."
"The Angel God that you Spirit Hall believed in has fallen."
"This is a fragment of her soul after her death."
Boom--!
This sentence, like a thunder, exploded in the minds of everyone in the entire hall.
"Clang!"
Qian Renxue, who was still drinking tea leisurely, dropped the teacup in his hand and dropped it on the table.
Worship Hall, one by one of all the titles Douluo, froze in place, the blood on their faces fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qian Daoliu was shaking all over. The ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo's face was as white as a piece of paper at this moment, and his head was buzzing.
"No... impossible!"
His voice was hoarse, full of absurdity and collapse.
"Ancestor... is a god! How could a god fall!?"
Lin Feng sneered, changed to a more comfortable position and lay in the rocking chair, and asked a question.
"What about God?"
"Can't you kill me?"
This light rhetorical question was like an invisible heavy hammer, smashing the last luck of everyone at the Worship Hall.
Yes.
In their eyes, Deity is high and immortal.
In the eyes of this senior, I am afraid that just like the group of people with the title Douluo, they are all ants that can be easily crushed to death.
Senior, there is no need to joke about this kind of thing.
This realization made Qian Daoliu's body shake violently, as if all his energy and energy had been sucked out of him in an instant.
"Ancestors..."
His eyes were blank, he was mumbling, and two lines of old tears rolled down without any warning.
The severe pain of the collapse of faith is far more fatal than any physical injury.
Everyone at the Worship Hall, especially Qian Renxue, was shocked, and a huge sorrow surged into their hearts.
Seeing that the old man was about to cry on the spot, Lin Feng curled his lips impatiently.
"Why are you crying?"
"Can't we just resurrect her after collecting all her soul fragments?"
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu, who was about to burst into tears, choked suddenly and almost choked to death on his own saliva.
He raised his head suddenly, and a frightening light burst out from his tearful eyes.
"Resurrection!?"
Not only him, but everyone present, including Bibi Dong who had been watching the show, their eyes widened.
Resurrection of a... fallen Deity?
Qian Daoliu was like a drowning man grabbing the last straw. His voice was trembling, crying, and full of humble prayers.
"Senior... Senior! Are you serious about this!?"
Lin Feng was too lazy to answer and just waved his hand.
A dim golden ball of light floated out from his palm.
Qian Daoliu almost pounced on it, using the gentlest movements in his life to hold the ball of light in the palm of his hand.
The moment the light ball came into his hands, a breath of the same origin, but extremely weak, poured into his perception.
He felt it.
That's the breath of Angel God.
However, this breath is full of death, brokenness and endless sadness.
The ancestors have really fallen.
This fact can no longer be argued.
"Temporarily integrate her remnant soul into Angel God Statue, and use the power of your faith to nourish her so that it will not dissipate." Lin Feng reminded her casually.
"Thanks for the guidance, senior!"
Qian Daoliu bowed to Lin Feng, then turned into a golden light as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, rushed out of the hotel like crazy, and went straight to the Worship Hall.
The atmosphere in the hotel relaxed slightly.
Ge You had been lying on the back of the chair, contentedly caressing his slightly bulging belly Bibi Dong, taking in the whole scene just now.
Her posture was lazy and contented, and her post-meal rosiness made her whole body exude amazing charm.
Suddenly, she opened her red lips and asked a question that made everyone's breath stop.
"Senior."
"Is the Level 9 Menu that you can order with the title Douluo the top recipe?"
Everyone looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng smiled softly when he heard this, his eyes were like looking at a group of frogs at the bottom of a well.
"You can't just say that I don't have better food just because you are not up to par, right?"
One sentence made everyone present's heart beat wildly.
Are there more advanced menus?
Banned above Douluo?
Wouldn't that be...
God-Level Menu?!
Bibi Dong After coming back to his senses, those usually majestic and leering phoenix eyes were left with only one emotion at this moment.
Desire.
She suddenly stood up, and her long legs wrapped under Eternal Black Silk drew an elegant arc.
Under the shocked gazes of Douluo, the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall actually moved lightly and walked behind Lin Feng.
She didn't speak.
He just pressed his center of gravity towards the back of Lin Feng's head.
A pair of soft and boneless jade hands gently rested on Lin Feng's shoulders.
Then, gently and gently, he pinched it.
"Senior."
Bibi Dong's voice was very low, with a hint of hoarseness and naivety typical after a meal, and his breath was like a blue.
"Then God-Level Menu... what exactly is it?"
"Can you tell me... a little bit about it?"
Everyone in the hotel stopped moving.
Yue Guan and others' eyes almost popped out, and they shouted crazily in their hearts: Can this still happen?
Lin Feng didn't even raise his eyelids, but for the sake of Bibi Dong's "personal service", he didn't mind saying a few more words.
"The Level 9 Menu you are eating now is, at best, a delicacy in the world. It only tastes better."
"It doesn't help at all with your cultivation and improvement of your strength."
He paused, as if thinking about something.
"God-Level Menu..."
"It can fundamentally make up for one's own shortcomings, strengthen the soul, and improve the realm."
In the hall, the sound of breathing disappeared, leaving only the sound of the heart beating like a drum and the constant swallowing of saliva.
Lin Feng could clearly feel that the hands behind him that were squeezing his shoulders stiffened suddenly, and the soft and delicate body that was close to him was trembling slightly due to the extreme excitement.
He turned his head and looked at the beautiful face that was so close and full of desire with a half-smile.
"What?"
"Want to eat?"