Light Feather Douluo blinked his azure eyes, looking confused.
Why was Big Brother reacting so strongly?
It was clearly just a toy—something to help people play in dreams.
Yet Big Brother looked as if this toy was the last lifeline of his life.
But if Big Brother liked it…
Then he should have it.
The thought came to him as naturally as eating when hungry.
Light Feather Douluo's face bloomed into a pure, brilliant smile.
"Big Brother, what's with all this 'favor' talk?"
"If you like it, I'll give it to you!"
His tone was as casual as a younger brother sharing a piece of candy.
He even tilted his head, peeking at Qian Daoliu's trembling expression—half longing, half agony—and spoke gently:
"Big Brother, don't be sad."
"Take it and play!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo felt their hearts lurch violently.
They both held their breath, their gazes at Light Feather Douluo full of complicated emotions.
This foolish child…
He had no idea what he had just "given."
That wasn't a toy.
It was a devil's temptation…
A divine salvation…
A blade stabbing straight into Qian Daoliu's lifelong obsession.
A taboo he dared not touch, yet could never let go.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was casually wrapping up Qian Jun and Jiang Mo's rewards when—
The System exploded in his mind like a firecracker.
"Host! Host, did you SEE that?!"
"This is PROFESSIONALISM!"
"This is precision STRIKE!"
"High-end big leeks must be harvested with style! This wave—clean kill!"
Lin Feng remained expressionless.
Heh.
Basic operation.
No need to thank me.
Under countless stunned gazes, Qian Daoliu finally moved.
He clasped the fantasy crystal with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush it into his very bones.
Spirit Hall's High Priest…
stiffly…
mechanically…
walked toward the counter.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others nearly fainted.
They didn't dare even breathe.
What was Big Brother doing?!
Qian Daoliu stopped before the counter.
He lowered his head, staring at the floor, unable to look at Lin Feng.
His face burned red like a shy teenager begging for extra portions at a school cafeteria.
After a long, painful silence, he squeezed out a hoarse voice:
"Senior."
"That bowl of rice earlier… was Guang Ling's."
Lin Feng raised a brow silently.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, gathering all his courage, and suddenly looked up.
"This old man… has not ordered today."
"So…"
"…is it still possible to order now?"
The entire restaurant fell dead silent.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others stared into their bowls with the intensity of studying migrating ants, afraid that if they made eye contact with their Big Brother, they would burst out laughing.
Too embarrassing.
Too humiliating!
Spirit Hall's dignity had been shattered today—by Qian Daoliu alone!
Lin Feng leaned lazily in his chair, tapping the counter.
Knock.
A crisp sound.
But to Spirit Hall, it was like a heavenly decree.
Hu Liena, who had been desperately holding back laughter—shoulders trembling—instantly straightened her expression, regained her composure, and respectfully handed over a new menu.
"Please place your order."
Seeing the menu, Qian Daoliu exhaled a deep breath of relief, as though he had just escaped death.
But he didn't take it.
A joke!
Why look at a menu?!
His mind right now contained nothing except—
Rice.
Egg fried rice.
Qian Daoliu waved his hand grandly, as if charging into battle.
"No need!"
"The same rice this old man had earlier!"
He extended three trembling fingers.
"Give this old man three more bowls!"
Even Lin Feng's composure almost cracked.
Three bowls of egg fried rice?
You're a Super Douluo!
Do you want indigestion?!
But business was business.
Lin Feng nodded with a calm masterly air.
"One moment."
And he headed to the kitchen.
Behind him, he was muttering internally:
Old man, your ambition is truly small…
Ignoring all those divine dishes on my menu just for… egg fried rice?
I hereby name you: Egg Fried Rice Immortal.
The System cackled:
"Host, stop whining. Cook!"
Lin Feng: …
Fine. You win.
Just then—
"Wuuuu~…"
A soft, trembling sob rose from Bibi Dong's table.
Everyone turned.
The mighty Empress of the continent, the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall—
was slumped in her chair like a wilted flower.
Her eyes blank.
Tears glistening at the corners.
Her voice hollow, despairing:
"It's over…
It's all over…"
"My Spirits…
I think I crippled them…"
With trembling hands, she lifted her "prized creations."
The two terrifying Spider Empress Spirits from the morning?
Gone.
Instead—
Two plump, purplish-black and dark green…
oily…
slightly wriggling…
Horrors.
If one had to describe them:
They looked like two prehistoric giant fat maggots.
So obese their facial features had vanished.
The scene delivered a direct hit of psychic damage.
"Hiss—!!"
A collective gasp rang out.
Even the veteran Titled Douluo—men who had survived war, slaughter, and bloody carnage—felt their stomachs churn at the sight.
Gold Crocodile Douluo, freshly rejuvenated and handsome, turned green instantly.
He wanted to cry.
I just got handsome again!
Why must I be visually assaulted like this?!
This wasn't a "seller's sample looks better" situation.
This was comparing:
A divine beast vs. a dumpster worm.
"Burp~"
A small sound echoed loudly in the suffocating silence.
Spirit Kite Douluo set down her giant bowl—cleaner than her face—letting out a satisfied burp.
"Ah~ So good! Senior's cooking is truly incredible!"
As she wiped her mouth, ready to brag—
Her gaze lifted.
And she saw
the two giant fat maggots
wiggling in Bibi Dong's hands.
Spirit Kite Douluo:
"…"
Her soul left her body
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