Demon Bear Douluo: Don't Misunderstand, This Jerky Was Bought Thirty Years Ago!

The overbearing, aggressive aroma of meat mixed with cumin and chili instantly made copious saliva flood Tang San's mouth.

The shovel in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

For an entire day, he had repeated the dull labor of digging dirt and filling pits. He was already starving, his chest practically stuck to his back.

Now that he smelled this fragrance, so rich it seemed capable of elevating his soul, every cell in his body screamed with longing!

Following the scent, Tang San slowly turned his head.

At the restaurant entrance, those vicious Title Douluo were standing in a crooked, uneven line.

There was none of a powerhouse's dignity on their faces, only the yearning of baby birds crying to be fed.

And at the very front of the line, in the spot that drew all eyes—

A petite figure lounged lazily in an extravagantly luxurious chair.

With one leg crossed over the other, she expertly turned a skewer in her hand, looking utterly relaxed and at ease.

Who else could it be but Ning Rongrong?!

Tang San's eyes widened abruptly.

Rongrong?

Why was she here, grilling skewers for Spirit Hall's Title Douluo?

And judging by her demeanor, she seemed to hold quite a high position?

But before he could figure it out, that dense, irresistible aroma of meat dragged him back to reality.

His stomach growled even more fiercely.

Forget it. He could worry about that later—filling his stomach came first.

Tang San rushed up to Ning Rongrong in a few strides, his tone urgent.

"Rongrong, quick, give me two skewers! I'm starving to death!"

He naturally assumed that given his relationship with Ning Rongrong, let alone two skewers, even twenty would only take a word.

However, the moment his words fell—

A black shadow flashed