"What? Want to eat?"
Bibi Dong almost did not hesitate, nodding vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Uh huh huh!"
That eager and well-behaved look doesn't have half the majesty of Pope.
The mentality of the people with banned accounts Douluo around me has collapsed.
No? Why!
Just because she squeezed your shoulders?
If I had known I would be on it too!
However, Lin Feng just chuckled and lay back in the rocking chair, his tone casual as if dismissing a greedy child.
"Then work hard and reach the god level first."
Bibi Dong pursed her lips, with a hint of just the right amount of grievance.
But instead of stopping, the movements of her hands became more attentive. The strength of her fingertips penetrated the clothes and pressed accurately on the acupuncture point of Lin Feng.
The smile of successful "conspiracy" flashed in her eyes.
Guest?
Her goal has never been to be a simple guest.
When he thought of Zhu Zhuyun's almost intimate gesture on Lin Feng before leaving, a strong and undisguised desire for competition arose in Bibi Dong's heart.
That little girl can do that position, why can't she sit in it?
At this moment, the system's voice sounded in Lin Feng's head.
[Host, Zhu Zhuyun has arrived at the Star Luo Empire, do you want to start the live broadcast?]
Lin Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and thought.
Broadcast.
The next second, the air in the center of the Maple Dye Pavilion hall was slightly distorted, and a huge blue light curtain unfolded out of thin air.
The picture in the light curtain was so clear that it seemed like you were actually there, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"This is... a miracle!"
The account number Douluo exclaimed in surprise, looking at Lin Feng with even more awe.
How powerful is it to project real-time images here across half a continent?
Ning Rongrong, who was kneeling on the ground, also raised her head subconsciously. When she saw the person in the picture clearly, her body trembled and she murmured unconsciously.
"Dad..."
In the screen, it is pouring rain in the Star Luo Empire Imperial City.
Dark clouds rolled over the city, heavy raindrops hit the bluestone slabs, splashing cold water, and the whole city was enveloped in a gray and depressing atmosphere.
On the long street, a strange landscape is slowly moving towards the palace.
The one at the front is Zhu Zhuyun.
She was dressed in black and red clothes, with her head held high and her chest held high, without any expression on her face.
Behind her, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the master of Ning Fengzhi, was holding a big umbrella high.
His posture was extremely humble, and he almost tilted the entire umbrella cover towards Zhu Zhuyun in front of him, letting the cold rain wet half of his body without even realizing it.
Lin Feng looked at this scene and was amazed in his heart: This Ning Fengzhi is really talented and has strong professional ability, so he can be praised.
Further back, there are expressionless Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
The two people with the title Douluo were like two silent stone sculptures, letting the rain wash over their bodies, their eyes only showing caution to their surroundings.
There is no doubt that if someone suddenly attacks Zhu Zhuyun.
Then in the next second, that person will see the terror of the two patron saints Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Bone Douluo is also holding an object in his hand.
The thing was vaguely humanoid, with one arm and one leg broken off.
It was dragged along the wet ground, leaving an ugly trail mixed with blood and mud.
This terrifying combination caused the entire long street to fall into deathly silence.
Shops on the street had their doors clanking down, as if they were avoiding some apocalyptic plague.
A group of city guards who happened to be patrolling here stopped in unison the moment they saw these people clearly.
The leading centurion's face was pale, and his hand was on the handle of the knife at his waist, but it was shaking so hard that he couldn't pull it out.
The taxi soldiers behind him even forgot to breathe, and felt a cold air from the soles of their feet to the sky.
Who are these people?
Why are they escorting a woman in this manner? And dragging a half-dead bloody man with them?
The centurion opened his mouth and wanted to step forward to question him, but it felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.
In the end, he could only watch the team pass by him, silently making a silent retreat gesture to all his men.
No one dared to stop it.
No one dared to ask.
Zhu Zhuyun's footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and his high heels stepped on the waterlogged ground, making a crisp "dah, da" sound, like the death bell of death.
Their goals are clear.
Star Luo City is the largest and most heavily defended building - Star Luo Imperial Palace.
When this team appeared in the wide square in front of the palace, hundreds of Imperial Guard on the towering city wall instantly exploded.
"Who is that!"
"Stop! No trespassing is allowed in the forbidden area of the palace!"
The warning sounded sharp but the inside was soft.
But the four Zhu Zhuyun didn't even pause in their steps.
"Fire arrows!!"
An officer who looked like a general finally couldn't bear the humiliation of being ignored and roared out an order.
Boo hoo hoo--
A dense rain of arrows, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, fell from the sky!
However, the next scene made everyone on the city wall wonder if they were dreaming.
Sword Douluo behind Ning Fengzhi finally moved.
He dodged and came to the front of the team, his fifth Soul Ring lighting up.
"Fifth Soul Skill! Might Shakes All Directions!"
In an instant, an invisible pressure appeared.
All the arrows flying towards them suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Then, as if being run over by an invisible big hand, it instantly turned into powder and scattered in the wind.
"Hiss--"
On the city wall, there was a sound of gasping for air.
The faces of all Imperial Guard were filled with horror and despair.
After doing all this, Sword Douluo stepped aside and continued to follow Zhu Zhuyun like a loyal guard.
This team, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of Imperial Guards, stepped onto the stairs leading to the main entrance of the palace step by step.
Star Luo Imperial Palace, Political Affairs Hall.
The depressing atmosphere makes people unable to breathe.
"Trash!"
An angry roar came from the throne at the top.
Star Luo Emperor Dai Tianfeng, who was wearing a tiger robe, had a majestic and ruthless face, now covered with dark clouds.
"Just four people broke into the main entrance of my palace?"
"Are the thousands of Imperial Guard I have raised all a bunch of losers who are worse than even Soul Beast!"
The emperor's wrath made the temperature of the entire hall seem to drop several degrees.
In the center of the hall, a centurion, soaked to the skin and wearing Imperial Guard armor, was kneeling on the ground, his body shaking non-stop.
Beside the throne, stood a tall and tall young man.
He is taller and stronger than Dai Mubai, and has the same blond hair that is meticulously groomed.
The face is very similar to Dai Mubai, but those eyes are more arrogant and colder.
It is Star Luo Empire First Prince, Dai Weisi.
He glanced coldly at the centurion who was shaking like chaff on the ground, and there was no wave in his voice.
"Who is the other party?"
The centurion's body trembled violently, his teeth clacked together, making a "clucking" sound, and he stammered in reply.
"Return... report to Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince..."
"It's raining... it's raining so hard that I can't see clearly..."
"But... but..."
Dai Weisi frowned slightly, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.
The centurion felt the chill and almost roared.
"But one of them took action! With just one move,... all the brothers' arrows were turned into powder!"
"Judging from the terrifying sword intent and Soul Skill fluctuations... that person is most likely... Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's..."
When he said this, his voice was hoarse due to extreme fear, and he could hardly form words.
"Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!"
The last five words were like five heavy hammers, hitting the empty hall hard.
Dai Tianfeng's expression that was furious just a second ago froze in an instant.
Dai Weisi's Gujing Wubo eyes suddenly shrank!
The hearts of the father and son "thumped" hard at the same moment!
(ps: Gan! How to deal with this Ning Rongrong? Should we punish him again? Does anyone have any suggestions?)