Douluo Continent: Starting by nuking Shrek Academy

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"Don't grab it, don't grab it, there are still a few left!"

"Is it really that delicious?"

Yuan Lang scratched his head, somewhat suspicious.

I couldn't understand why simple barbecue, which is so popular in my own world, is so well-received here.

How could he know?

The people in this world only know how to cultivate, and with the existence of food-type Soul Masters, they don't have much pursuit of cooking.

The meat was simply placed on the grill and cooked until done before being eaten.

Where can I get seasonings?

For those tasting Chinese cuisine for the first time, it was irresistible, as if a new world had been opened to them.

"Um... can I come over for a free meal too?"

Yang Zhan, who was in the other camp, had somehow left his campfire and followed the smell to this side.

The Spirit Hall has a rule that teachers cannot freeload meals off students to prevent corruption.

However, he simply couldn't take it anymore.

Looking at his own roasted rabbit, now blackened to a crisp, and then at the delicious food that everyone else was scrambling to eat.

The wild rabbit, which was barely palatable before, suddenly lost its appeal.

"Of course..."

Yuan Lang naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to build a good relationship with the nurse, and was about to agree.

However, before Yuan Lang could finish agreeing, Yang Zhan couldn't contain himself any longer and jumped over the wall to the fire.

Not afraid of getting burned, it actually grabbed an ostrich leg and tore it off.

He devoured the food, exclaiming as he ate, "Brother Yuan Lang, you truly deserve to have a dual-food martial soul of the support type! Your culinary skills are incredible! Is this the Handsome Guy Garlic Chicken? It's so delicious!"

From now on, you're my brother. Don't worry, I'll guarantee your safety during this trial.

Hearing Yang Zhan's words, Yuan Lang was both amused and exasperated.

What "handsome guy" garlic chicken? This is just a black-feathered ostrich that can be seen everywhere in Death Valley. It has nothing to do with his martial spirit.

But now it seems that no matter how I explain, this guy definitely won't listen.

Chapter 186 Senior Sister Enters Tent Late at Night, Hu Liena Gets Jealous

Foodies easily reach a consensus.

Having found common interests, they chatted while eating.

They quickly became acquainted.

The initial sense of unfamiliarity gradually disappeared.

Although Xie Yue remained as aloof as ever, he gradually relaxed in the enthusiastic atmosphere.

She wasn't as resistant to Yuan Lang as she had been at the beginning.

It's a pity there was no alcohol, otherwise the relationship would have grown even closer.

Of course, even if they did, being in Death Valley, no one dared to drink or drink indiscriminately.

After dinner, people were assigned to keep watch, the rankings for the next night's watch were determined, and everyone went to rest.

Yuan Lang also walked towards his tent.

"Junior student."

Just then, a woman's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Call him to a stop.

"Senior Zhang Ping, is there something you need?"

Yuan Lang turned around and saw that the person who came was Zhang Ping, a warrior of the agility-attack type in the team, and spoke up in surprise.

I don't understand why she suddenly came over.

"Your dagger."

Zhang Ping reached out and handed a dagger to Yuan Lang.

This was the very dagger Yuan Lang used to cut meat, but he had been so engrossed in chatting that he had put it aside and forgotten about it.

I never expected Zhang Ping to bring it over on her own initiative.

"Thank you."

Yuan Lang thanked him and reached out to take the dagger.

"Oops~"

However, at this moment, Zhang Ping didn't know what she stepped on, and she stumbled.

He actually fell forward.

"Be careful."

Without thinking twice, Yuan Lang stepped forward and helped her up.

Inside the tent on the other side.

Hu Liena, who was about to close the tent door, saw this scene through the crack in the tent door and immediately stopped, looking on alert.

"Are you OK!"

Yuan Lang asked with concern.

"No, it's nothing, I just twisted my ankle, it hurts a lot."

Zhang Ping said.

"Twisted your ankle? I do know some bone-setting techniques. Come in, I'll take a look."

Seeing that Zhang Ping had twisted her ankle while delivering the knife to him, Yuan Lang said to her that if it wasn't corrected, it might harm her.

Yuan Lang might not be able to handle other injuries, but as a special forces soldier, dealing with sprains and bruises is a basic skill.

He can handle this kind of thing.

"Ok!"

Zhang Ping nodded, and with Yuan Lang's help, she staggered into the tent with him.

"Junior, your tent is really beautiful, even better than ours. It's big and impressive. Did you have it custom-made?"

Upon entering the tent, Zhang Ping looked around and was amazed by the grandeur of Yuan Lang's tent. She then asked a question.

"No, it was a gift from His Holiness the Pope."

Yuan Lang shook his head, then waved his hand, and a small stool was taken out from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlight. He placed it down and said to Zhang Ping, "Sit down first! Let me check your injuries."

"Ok."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Zhang Ping sat on the stool, somewhat embarrassed, tucked her hair back, shyly stretched out her leg, and said apologetically.

It must be said that Zhang Ping is not as attractive as Hu Liena.

She is a capable and beautiful woman.

Her shy demeanor contrasted sharply with her capable nature during the day, creating a unique and beautiful contrast under the candlelight.

Yuan Lang was somewhat lost in thought.

"It's my fault for causing trouble, I made my senior twist her ankle."

Yuan Lang said somewhat embarrassedly.

As he spoke, he reached out to take off Zhang Ping's shoes.

Does it hurt here?

Yuan Lang took off Zhang Ping's socks, but didn't see any obvious swelling or misalignment. He pointed to a spot and asked.