Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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"Girls! Work started!"

With the shouting of the red-haired bikini, this trunk, which made people want to find out, was fully displayed in front of everyone in the square.

One after another, the young girls jumped out of this trunk, which was painted with unknown patterns.

Black hair, blond hair, red hair, brown hair, white skin, black skin, yellow skin.

In this huge space, in a closed environment, there are actually dozens of people buried.

All-color bikinis, one with a few cool fabrics, full of elastic skin, and the unbridled publicity of young people, are the best expressions on these young faces.

The huge paper signs and the small buckets made of tinplate were taken by them one by one and divided into two rows.

This group of girls, with the most irresistible expression, with the heroic spirit of righteousness, just like the horn that sounded the battle, after the red-haired bikini roared as a signal, it was detonated.

"Fight! For the cutest animal!"

This magnificent Italian echoed in the small square of literature and art.

When the roar of the earth shattered, George Armani beside Qin Guan quickly pulled his sleeve.

"Not good! Qin Guan runs!"

Qin Guan, who doesn't understand the situation at all, only knows a rule, and doesn't listen to the old man's words. At his right is Sister Xue who has circled the status quo of the square like herself, and the words of Master Armani on the left are definitely the golden jade of life. Good words.

"Run together! What's the situation like now?"

After finishing this sentence, Qin Guan's arm held Armani's arm, and then looked at the shoes on his assistant's feet.

Smart, or easy to walk in slip-ons, this manager really chose the right one.

A small group centered on Armani was formed briefly.

"Protesters of animal protection organizations. If there are fur exhibitions or large-scale events of these animal associations during the annual large fashion week, they will always come to the fashion week to brush their sense of presence."

"According to my analysis, Gucci's high fashion conference should have some information revealed from within."

"They are well equipped this time, with advertising slogans and prop materials, and they are all there. They must have been carefully planned and prepared."

"So, we must quickly escape from the vortex here while they are not paying attention."

"Otherwise, if it is blocked at the scene and caught by reporters who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, then the news of the next day will be inexplicable."

"Those who claim to be the most just in the world can spray you even your parents are beginning to doubt life!"

What kind of thing is this?

Sister Xue, who hadn't seen any of them, was walking with the crowd against the square, and slightly scornfully said: "A dozen little girls, just hitting stones with eggs in front of security personnel."

"Isn't that just wanting to be famous and crazy?"

As soon as she dismissed her words, she heard the screams of the sky in the center of the square.

The bikini girls carrying small buckets used their righteous weapons towards the densest part of the crowd.

A kind of blood with a peculiar red **** animal splattered out of a small metal bucket and fell into the crowd.

A group of unlucky ladies were thrown right because they could not dodge them.

‘Click’ ‘click’ ‘click’

Immediately behind is the flash of gloating. The photographer, like a ghost, also has an evil smile in the corner of his mouth, and has recorded the misery of the people in the picture.

Sister Xue, who saw this behavior, could not help but shudder, but the temperature in early autumn made her feel the coldness of winter.

"Hehehe, old man, let's go."

The group of people who knew that they were afraid finally looked away, following the pace of Armani with the wind on their feet, and swiftly moved across the road.

However, this group of neat and orderly groups is really too eye-catching. Not to mention the inexplicable fashion field of the fashion godfather, it is Qin Guan, a flowery figure who looks back at each other in the vast crowd.

"Look at everyone! Who is that!"

"Ah! The ultimate representative of the most cruel mankind, has robbed all the devil of the creator! The culprit who has seized our animals thousands of thousands of Lingjuan! Qin Guan! Demon representing humanity!"

Isn't this a group of neuropathy?

Even the reporters who had been spilt with dog blood and the gloating reporters couldn't hear it anymore, and just like the cult organization, they began to attack directly.

"Sisters rush! Let them hear the animals roar!"

As a member of mammals, human beings are very innocent.

After breaking through the security barriers in the square, just preparing to subdue the group of bikini girls who had been covered in blood and fighting, they found that these children had spontaneously turned their gun heads and collectively moved in the other direction. .

"Not good! Run!"

Qin Guan, who found himself the target, could have taken advantage of his long legs and developed sports cells to quickly get out of this chaotic scene.

But his evacuation must let the old man face the claws of this group of crazy girls.

If the cardboard slogans wrapped in iron sheet came up to Giorgio Armani's head like this, he would become a sinner in the fashion world.

Because of the crisis, the body's reaction quickly synchronized with the mind. Qin Guan moved forward, directly leaning back against the old man and squatting in front of him.

"Hold it on! Leave you!"

Qin Guan used his back to directly put the old man who had not responded to his back.

"Get up, people who are slaves not far away..." The national anthem was sung.

No, no, but the effort of three or two, just in front of everyone's eyes, riding a light dust, headed towards the road.

"Look at it, great photos, snap!"

"Is it photographed!"

Those media people who have also attracted attention have seen the world's top models, running behind the world's top designers.

"Photographed!"

"I see the effect!"

"I am grass! No matter how touching it is, I can participate in this year's Global People Photography Exhibition."

"You developed a buddy!"

On the side was also shocked by the teammates who retreated together. The two...are they flying apart? (To be continued.)