"It's all your fault!"
Zhu Zhuyun shoved Hu Liena away, her beautiful feline eyes blazing with fury.
"If it weren't for you—this scheming vixen—suddenly sticking your tail in, my sister and I would already be inside!"
She was so agitated that her bath towel slid half an inch, but she didn't even notice.
Hu Liena staggered back a step, and after stabilizing herself, she let out a furious laugh.
"Me? Messing things up? Zhu Zhuyun, do you even know what shame is?"
Her usually seductive fox charm was gone, replaced with sharp, mocking anger.
"You were the one who tried to sneak an advantage first! Using your sister as a shield to kick me out!
Now that you failed, you're blaming me?!"
She sneered, lifting her chin.
"And what's with your arrogance? Just relying on those few extra pounds of fat?! Think that makes you invincible?!"
Before Zhu Zhuyun could even retort, Hu Liena dove straight in—
—and grabbed Zhu Zhuyun's most lethal asset.
"Ah!! You actually dared to pinch me there?!"
Zhu Zhuyun shrieked, her whole body bristling like an enraged cat.
She instantly counterattacked with her own "claws," grabbing at Hu Liena without mercy.
"I'll pinch you! I'll pinch you!"
"You perverted dairy cat! You're the shameless one!"
Thus began—
The Most Primitive Cat-Fox Wrestling Match
right in front of Lin Feng's door.
No Spirit Skills, no Spirit Abilities—
just pure, physical chaos.
Bath towels slipped dangerously.
Snow-white spring scenery flashed intermittently.
The scene became increasingly… unsuitable for minors.
Meanwhile…
Outside Spirit City — 30 Li Away
Under a large roadside tree, several cloaked figures crouched in a circle, looking like kidnappers planning a heist.
On the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, slept a certain girl.
—Ning Rongrong.
She had run the entire previous night, exhausted beyond belief, and had collapsed under the tree like a little wild chick.
Her small face was flushed, her mouth slightly open, with a thin line of drool dripping out.
Clearly dreaming of something delicious.
She was blissfully unaware that she had become…
Spirit Hall's No. 1 Nationally Wanted Escapee.
"Found her! Found her!"
The scouting team whispered frantically, terrified of waking her.
The leading Spirit King swallowed nervously.
She wasn't a criminal—
she was whether the Elders got barbecue tonight.
"Quiet! Everyone, quiet!
If she wakes up and runs, we're all screwed!"
The group nodded gravely.
After a silent consultation, they chose the safest method—
Carrying her.
They found a plank, gently slid the sleeping Ning Rongrong onto it, and then—
With dozens of hands supporting it like an imperial coffin—
They sprinted back to Spirit City.
Back at Feng Ran Pavilion's Courtyard
The barbecue pit was ready.
Charcoal blazing.
Tools arranged.
Skewers lined up like disciplined soldiers.
But—
"No news yet? Did something happen to that girl?"
"Wait… just wait a little longer…"
Just when everyone was about to lose patience—
Thud thud thud thud—
The sound of rushed footsteps echoed.
"They're here!"
Over a dozen Titled Douluo whipped their heads around in unison.
The rescue squad arrived, carrying the "sacred plank" as if escorting an emperor.
On the plank…
Ning Rongrong lay sprawled out like a corpse.
Gold Crocodile Douluo proudly raised his voice:
"Move aside! Let me personally invite our 'Royal Barbecue Chef' to the dragon chair!"
—Which, of course, was the same dragon chair they had robbed from Emperor Dai Tianfeng.
The golden nanmu frame.
The white tiger pelt.
A chair refined for imperial majesty—
Now downgraded into a grill-station stool.
One Elder couldn't help whispering:
"Second Worship… is this really necessary?"
Gold Crocodile Douluo glared.
"Necessary?
This is a strategic-level culinary talent, essential for Spirit Hall's barbecue future!"
Ning Rongrong was placed onto the dragon chair, still half-asleep.
Seeing this, Gold Crocodile Douluo acted quickly.
He grabbed a lamb skewer and pressed it gently into her hand.
"Little girl, wake up."
His tone was the kindest it had ever been.
"Everyone's waiting.
Remember—extra cumin and extra chili."
The cold metal touched her palm.
"Mmm…"
Ning Rongrong responded instinctively.
Before her brain woke up, her hands moved on their own.
Sizzle—
The meat hit the hot grill.
Cumin—sprinkle.
Chili—sprinkle.
Every movement was instinctive perfection.
The aroma rose into the night sky.
"Haaa~"
Ning Rongrong yawned cutely.
She rubbed her eyes.
Her vision cleared—
And then she froze.
"…Eh?"
Meat skewers.
Charcoal.
Dozens of elderly faces watching her like she was a goddess descending.
Recognition struck.
"Wait—"
She suddenly stood up.
Her eyes widened to the size of plates.
Clatter—
The skewer fell into the charcoal.
"Didn't… didn't I run away?!"
She spun around, panicked.
Spirit City.
Feng Ran Pavilion.
A mountain of raw skewers.
And—
A circle of Titled Douluo staring at her with worship.
Even more shocking—
The Emperor of the Star Luo Empire and his ministers were also watching her like she was an exotic animal.
Ning Rongrong felt her world crumble.
On the Star Luo side—
Dai Tianfeng was already red-faced with rage, glaring at his stolen dragon chair.
Seeing so many powerful figures bullying a sleepy teenage girl into grilling meat—
He finally exploded.
"This is outrageous!"
He shot up, righteous indignation overflowing.
"You are Titled Douluo!
The top elites of the continent!"
"So many of you—forcing a little girl to work like a kitchen servant!"
"Where is your dignity?!
Where is your pride?!"
"You have hands! You have feet!
Can't you grill for yourselves?!"
His voice was powerful, imperial, full of indignation.
Everyone fell silent.
Then—
All the Titled Douluo turned to look at him.
Their expressions were identical.
"Idiot."
Gold Crocodile Douluo casually picked his ear and said:
"Tsk. If you're so righteous, then—
don't eat her skewers later."
Dai Tianfeng scoffed coldly.
"Hmph! It's just barbecue!
What's so difficult about it?!"
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