Ning Rongrong was woken up by a loud noise.
Her consciousness seemed to be sinking in the deep sea, struggling hard to surface.
My brain went blank for a few seconds.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
Immediately afterwards, the suffocating scenes before coma flooded into my mind like a tide.
Dai Tianfeng is so ruthless that he doesn't recognize his relatives.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's strange taunting.
The elders looked like they were having fun.
And the words that made her completely collapse...
"At least my arms and legs are still there."
She suddenly jumped up from the cold floor, and her first reaction was to lower her head and check her body.
hand, in.
Feet, too.
She touched her arms and legs in shock, and made sure they were still intact on her body, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
Not bad, not bad... her father is not Dai Tianfeng.
But at this moment, she suddenly woke up.
There was no one in the hotel.
That senior who is mysterious and unpredictable.
That His Holiness the Pope, who is extremely beautiful but is willing to be a slave.
The auras of those groups were terrifying, and each one was enough to make Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect fear the title Douluo.
All gone.
Throughout the Maple Dye Pavilion, she was left alone lying on the cold floor.
What's going on?
Where did they go?
Just when Ning Rongrong was filled with panic and confusion, a heart-rending cry of grief pierced the night sky without any warning outside the store.
"Ahhhh--!"
"My chicken wings! My chicken wings are mushy again!"
"Why! It's just a little bit close! It's just a little bit close to being cooked!"
The sadness and despair contained in that voice made those who heard it sad and those who listened to it shed tears.
Ning Rongrong was so frightened by this voice that he almost performed a flying performance on the spot.
Almost relying on instinct, the moment the sound rang out, she lay back on the ground with a "pop", her eyes closed tightly, and her breathing stopped.
Play dead.
This is the only and safest way she can think of at the moment.
Time passed by second by second.
The expected scene of being discovered and dragged out and trampled to pieces did not happen.
There was still that chaotic movement outside.
After more than ten seconds, Ning Rongrong dared to carefully open his eyes through a crack.
No one comes in.
She waited for a while, and after confirming that it was safe, she got up from the ground, and like a frightened cat, she moved silently under the glass window of the hotel on her hands and knees.
She squatted under the window sill, her heart beating wildly, and she took several deep breaths before slowly, little by little, she poked half of her head out.
Then.
She saw a scene that she would never forget, and even caused her worldview to collapse and reorganize on the spot.
I saw that the open space outside the hotel door was filled with tables and chairs at some point.
All the titles of the Spirit Hall, Douluo, are currently busy around the small burning stoves.
The entire entrance of the Maple Dye Pavilion was filled with a rich and complex atmosphere mixed with the aroma of meat, burnt smell and despair.
If we say Lin Feng, that table is <Tip of the Tongue: Douluo>.
The other tables are the shooting scene of the large-scale "Into Science: The Mystery of Mass Self-Immolation on Kebabs".
The owner of the scream just now is the only woman among the Elder Hall, Spirit Kite Douluo, who is famous for her fiery temper and strong strength.
At this time, she was holding a dark stick, facing the moon, and crying bitterly.
The tears fell down as if they were free of money.
If I have to say that the sticks on the stick are chicken wings...
It's not impossible.
After all, judging from the shape, they do look somewhat similar.
But its color is no different from the Divine Tree Charcoal next to it.
Ning Rongrong's eyes subconsciously moved to the table in front of Spirit Kite Douluo.
Good guy.
On the table, a black hill composed of various "chicken wing charcoal", "pork rib charcoal" and "oyster charcoal" has been piled up.
A strong burning smell seemed to penetrate her nostrils even through the window.
Finally, Spirit Kite Douluo seemed to have had enough crying.
She haphazardly wiped her nose and tears with her sleeves, threw the "remains" in her hands into the plate angrily, and then picked up a bunch of bright red raw meat again.
"I don't believe this evil anymore!"
Gritting her teeth, she placed the meat skewers on the oven and stared at them with a pair of phoenix eyes, not even daring to blink.
Ning Rongrong was stunned.
This... what is this doing?
Demon Bear Douluo was facing a bunch of half-cooked barbecue, scratching his head and ears anxiously.
In the end, it seemed that he couldn't wait any longer, so he opened his mouth wide and stuffed both raw and cooked food into his mouth. He chewed it until it was hot and screamed "ouch".
Then he picked up the cup next to him, took a swig of the yellow liquid, looked satisfied, took another bite of the skewer, and repeated the process.
She looked to the other side again.
The situation of the Worship Hall's big bosses is not much better either.
Two brothers, Thousand Might Douluo and Subduing Demon Douluo, were arguing over whether to put salt or oil first. They were so red-faced that they almost got into a fight on the spot.
As for Golden Crocodile Douluo, this Worship Hall is the second to break through to ninety-nine, Peerless Douluo.
He was sitting there quietly at the moment.
Say nothing.
Expressionless.
In front of him, on the grill, lay a fish.
A carcass that had been roasted into dried fish, no, fish charcoal...
The fish's mouth was wide open, and its empty eye sockets seemed to silently accuse Peerless Douluo of its cruelty and incompetence.
Golden Crocodile Douluo just looked at it.
He seemed to be thinking about some philosophy of life.
It seems that he is just doubting life.
Basically, except for the table of Lin Feng, which he personally cooked, it was normal for no one else to have a barbecue.
Ning Rongrong's brain is down.
She squatted under the window, her little head was buzzing, and she felt that the world view, outlook on life, and values she had established over decades were being violently inspected by the absurd and bizarre sight in front of her.
This is...Spirit Hall?
Is this the behemoth that makes the two empires and Upper Three Sects fear it?
She didn't dare to look anymore.
What kind of title is Douluo? This is clearly a group of... idiots with a worrying mental state.
Ning Rongrong was just about to lie down and continue pretending to be dead, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure falling from the sky out of the corner of his eye.
It's Bone Douluo!
He's back!
After Bone Douluo put Zhu Zhuyun down, his expression became more solemn than ever before, and he opened his mouth to tell the story of the shocking event that had just happened to Tang Hao.
But when the words came to his lips, he was stunned.
What is going on?
The whole entrance of the hotel was filled with smoke and smoke, and a group of Douluos gathered around a few small stoves, each with a gray face, as if they had just been dug out of a coal mine.
An overbearing aroma of meat mixed with a strong burnt smell went straight to his Tianling Gai.
What Tang Hao, what is the safety of the sect leader...
At this moment, everything was thrown out of his mind.
I'm hungry!
His gaze scanned the entire venue like a radar, accurately targeting Demon Bear Douluo who was closest to him.
At this moment, Demon Bear Douluo was trembling with excitement, holding a skewer in both hands, with a loving smile on his face like an old father seeing his son admitted to college.
This skewer is slightly burnt on the outside, golden on the inside, and sizzling with oil.
This is the only perfect "survivor" he baked after fighting for half a night and sacrificing hundreds of "string brothers"!
It's his glory! It's his medal!
Trembling, he slowly brought the skewer, which carried all his hopes, to his lips.
He could even imagine the wonderful taste of the charred meat juice exploding in his mouth!
However, just as his lips were about to touch the sacred piece of roast meat.
A figure flashed past him.
Demon Bear Douluo only felt a light touch on my hand.
Huh?
What about skewers?
Where is my big skewer?!
He raised his head stiffly and faced Bone Douluo's chewing face.
Gu Rong chewed it twice, savored it carefully, and then gave an evaluation in an expert tone.
"Well, it tastes good."
"It's just that the heat has been a little too high and it's a bit old. I'll have to be careful next time."
After that, I had to pick my teeth with a stick...