Chapter 233 Cinderella (1) When Xu Zhao opened her eyes again, she found that she was on a carriage. The carriage was bumpy. She quickly looked around. The carriage was a European-style carriage, semi-open. There were four or five people wearing clothes standing beside her. Man in medieval skirt. What’s exciting is that there are both men and women wearing skirts. She quickly glanced at the game panel in her mind, and there were eight words on it: Please get the prince's favor. prince? Is this a copy of a fairy tale? "Damn, what the hell is this?" A male player tugged at his skirt, his rough and dark face full of shock. There were four people on this carriage, two men and two women. All four of them were wearing similar skirts. Their hair had not changed. The women had long hair and the men had short hair. They all had Asian faces. "Who can tell me why men wear skirts!" The rough man wailed again. "Player?" asked another woman in the car.
The rough man nodded, "Whatever it takes to get the prince's favor, just be favored. There is something wrong with wearing a skirt for me." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but tug at his skirt, as if he was about to be driven crazy by the skirt. On the other hand, the other person of the same gender as him was very calm, as if he didn't see the skirt on his body. Just as he was talking, there were bursts of noise in front of him. The carriage drove into a city gate, and there were crowds of people on the roadside. Some people waved their hands, and some shouted something loudly. Xu Zhao saw two carriages in front of him and two or three behind him. As we got closer, we finally heard what those people were shouting. “God, these Cinderellas are so fucking ugly.” "What the hell, where did you find this crooked melon and cracked jujube?" "It's true of you. They all say she's Cinderella. She definitely won't look good without dressing up. She'll look better when she's dressed up." "Appearance is not important. What is important is the beauty of the soul. Don't be like this." "Speak nicely, or you can choose these people to be your wives." "Oh, forget it, just pretend I didn't say it." Listening to the words of the people, the rough man looked particularly ugly. He asked the other three people in the car, "The Cinderella they are talking about is not us, right?" Xu Zhao nodded. The middle-aged female player opposite also nodded, "Obviously, otherwise what would they be watching us for?" The rough man obviously couldn't accept such a persona, "Fuck me, I'm just a man." The middle-aged woman looked at him with disdain and did not answer his words. She seemed to think that this man was stupid and stupid when talking to him. She leaned closer to Xu Zhao and said, "Do you feel that the masses Something different?" Xu Zhao has a good ear, so she can hear more discussions among the people. In addition to commenting that the Cinderellas are not good-looking, the people also hope that Cinderella can help the prince.
This "help" was not like assistance in daily life, but like life-saving, because the tone of the crowd sounded worried in Xu Zhao's ears. What's more, although some of these people are saying that don't care about the appearance of Cinderella, but look at the inner side of Cinderella, their eyes are flashing red, with malice towards Cinderella. This is what makes individual players feel like there's something wrong with these masses. The horses continued to drive. The strange thing was that there was no driver on the car. The horses were walking on their own throughout the whole journey. These horses seemed to have independent consciousness and knew where to send Cinderellas. Xu Zhao asked the female player, "What's the difference?" The strangeness she discovered may not be the same as others. If others want to get information out of her, it is best to reveal the information to her first. Female player: "Don't think much of us." Xu Zhao nodded, "Yes." Even if the female player said it, the crowd would say that the Cinderellas were ugly. Players with no problem with their ears would know that these crowds do not think favorably of the players. At this moment, the rough man finally realized some problems, and he exclaimed in surprise: "We male players will not appear as women in this dungeon, right? Now we are choosing a concubine for the prince?" When he said this, his face Like eating a fly. The face of the male player standing next to him also cracked. All three of them acquiesced to his statement. It's obvious, isn't it? Another situation is that everyone may be each other's competitors. If the prince only chooses one concubine, then he has to kill all the other players. Xu Zhao felt a bit toothache when he thought of this. These carriage riders are not a small number. Just as he was talking, someone in the carriage in front raised his hand to greet the crowd, which attracted the crowd's attention to that carriage. "Look, Cinderella in that carriage is so lively. I like lively girls." "Hey, what's your name?" "What's your name, sweet girl." Some people shouted to Cinderella in the carriage. The four people in Xu Zhao's car all saw that the lively Cinderella in front was a male player, and he had a beard on his face... Rough Man: "I'll go, it's so fierce!" The bearded man in front said to the crowd, "My name is Gao Dali, you can call me Miss Dali." Crowd: "Strong girl, strong girl! What are your specialties?" Gao Dali: "I can sing. Do you want to sing one for you?"
Crowd: "No, we want to watch dancing." Gao Dali said cheerfully: "Okay." After saying that, he twisted on the carriage. That picture is quite eye-catching. Even the indifferent female player next to Xu Zhao couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. The rough man couldn't bear to look at it, but he couldn't help scolding him: "What are you doing with that hair loss, raising the difficulty level so high?" Xu Zhao observed the reaction of the crowd. The crowd seemed to like the lively Cinderella, but they had high requirements for the lively Cinderella. At this moment, Gao Dali started to twist. It looked like he had never learned to dance. His twist was completely unsightly, and the crowd was unhappy. They all said, "Oh my God, this is also called dancing. My three-year-old daughter can dance better than you." "Please stop immediately and don't pollute our eyes." Seeing that the crowd was unhappy, Gao Dali had to stop and asked with a sorry smile: "What do you want to see?" Some people shouted, "Pole dancing!" The rough man smiled happily, "Let's see what happens to that one who lost his hair." Gao Dali grabbed the pipe on the side of the carriage and twisted it. This looks even more eye-catching than before. But the crowd did not stop. They shouted for him to continue and followed his carriage to encourage him. Gao Dali had a smile on his face and danced harder and harder. Some people shouted: "Lift up your skirt!" The rough man said sourly: "Hold up your skirt, and I won't hurt you to death if you expose some of your leg hair later!" However, Xu Zhao felt that the crowd's malice was getting worse.