Draw Goddess from Douluo

Liu Yang looked around and looked at every corner of the hotel. His eyes were first drawn to a counter in the center. The counter was polished and there were some exquisite accessories and maps on it, which looked both practical and stylish. Both sides of the counter were filled with various tables and chairs, where guests sat around, chatting and laughing.

However, Liu Yang soon discovered something unusual here. He noticed that almost all the customers in the store were tall and thick-set, with thick backs and thick waists. It was obvious at a glance that they were not ordinary people. Their clothes are also varied, some are dressed in coarse linen, and some are clad in gorgeous armor. What's even more striking is that there are different weapons on each table, ranging from sharp swords to heavy battle axes. These weapons shone with a cold light under the light, making the atmosphere of the entire hotel seem extremely strange.

Almost all eyes were focused on these seven new guests. Liu Yang felt an invisible pressure coming on him, and even Long Fei, who had always been carefree, seemed a little uncomfortable. He suppressed his voice and laughed a few times, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Ha... haha, we seem to have become the focus?"

As the leader, Purple Pearl led everyone to an empty table in the corner despite the huge pressure. She sat down pretending to be calm, and then motioned for everyone to sit down as well. While Liu Yang sat down, he couldn't help but look back and saw a figure that made him wary.

In the corner on the left sat a mysterious man wearing a veil and a black cloak. He sat there quietly, holding the teacup in one hand and sipping the tea slowly. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the cold and mysterious temperament exuding from him made it impossible to ignore his presence. He seemed oblivious to everything around him, as if he were in another world.

However, what made Liu Yang even more uneasy was the sword on the table of the mysterious man. The sword was unusually curved, like a snake, exuding a strange and sinister aura. The sword was flashing with a faint cold light, as if it would burst out of the air at any time and take people's lives. Liu Yang's heart tightened, and he secretly reminded himself to stay vigilant.

"That little girl is really good-looking. Her big, watery eyes are so charming!" At this moment, a rough voice sounded in Liu Yang's ears. He turned around and saw a strong man with a sinewy face staring at a woman at their table. The woman was one of the seven of them, and she felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the strong man, with a sullen look on her face.

Liu Yang frowned, secretly thinking about how to deal with this sudden trouble. He knew that in this hotel full of unknowns, any slight disturbance could lead to unpredictable consequences. Therefore, he must handle this matter carefully, not only to protect the dignity and safety of his companions, but not to get himself into greater trouble.

Inside the hotel, the lights were dim but filled with a different kind of lively atmosphere. The guests gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, and the air was filled with the smell of tobacco, alcohol and food.

At a table in the corner, a shirtless burly man stood out. He was burly, with muscles as hard as iron. He carried a mace that matched his image, and looked very wild. At this time, he was grinning, showing a mouth full of jagged teeth.

"That girl in the red dress is really nice. Her skin is soft and supple. It would be great if I could touch it a few times!" The big man's eyes scanned the crowd, and finally stopped at a particularly petite woman in a red dress. On the body, he commented unscrupulously.

Next to him, a lean man came over after hearing the words. He had a flat nose and a flat face, and his smile looked a bit wretched. He followed the big man's gaze, and a touch of greed and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, you really want to eat swan meat!" The big man laughed sarcastically, "If you don't look at your virtues, how can you be worthy of such a beauty with your donkey looks?"

The lean man was irritated by these words, and he shot back viciously: "Fuck you, aren't you good-looking? Like a black bear, with strong limbs and a simple mind! You are the real country bumpkin!"