1910: C1910 Starmoon Little Beauty

C1910 Starmoon Little Beauty

Xia Xue took them down the mountain to the Third Ring.

The first person she thought of looking for was Bei Yexue.

She was a loyal subordinate sent by her father when the Heavenly Tribulation descended.

She was now a famous noble in the Snow Abyss Tribe.

And in the Snow Abyss Tribe, the person with the name "Snow" must also be a noble.

Xia Xue hid her identity, so she used an alias - Star Moon.

She rode on a giant wolf covered in fiery red fur and walked through the bustling streets of the Third Ring.

There were many people riding giant beasts beside her, but none of them were as fresh and refined as her, young and beautiful.

Even though Xia Xue covered her mouth and nose with a veil, it still attracted many people to turn back.

"This one looks like a noble lady, right?"

"What a beautiful curly hair. It's the most popular curly hair among the nobles!"

"That pair of eyes is so beautiful. It's as green as a lake. I've never seen such beautiful eyes before!"

Xia Xue was used to hearing those sounds.

No matter where she went, there were voices praising her beauty.

Even Master said that she was a little beauty and the white moonlight in the little boy's eyes.

She ignored the discussions on the side of the road, and soon, some people's attention shifted from her to her mount.

"Is that a wolf? How can there be such a large wolf?"

"It should be a mutated species, right? Some of the mutated wolves of the aristocrats are this huge as well! "

"Damn, so handsome! Especially that big white wolf, it looks so fierce! "

"That girl's mount is also very beautiful. I've never seen a red wolf with this kind of flaming fur before. It's too beautiful!"

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After a while, someone blocked Xia Xue's path and asked her:

"Little girl, are you selling wolves? I'll pay five million to buy that big white wolf next to you. Can you do it? "

The onlookers gasped.

Five million!

Five million was enough to buy a villa on the Third Ring!

That was the dream of many ordinary people on the Third Ring.

Xia Xue looked back at the milk emperor and saw the coldness and disdain in his eyes.

She raised her lips at the person and lowered her eyes. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's the mate of my mount. I'm not selling it."

The man looked at Xia Xue, stunned by her beautiful and intelligent eyes.

He had not yet recovered from his rejection when he hurriedly asked, "Little girl, may I ask which family are you from? What's your name? "1

Xia Xue said, "Xing Yue, just passing by here."

" Star Moon? "

The man knew it was an alias and politely stopped asking, but he was really amazed by those eyes.

Only after they had walked far away did he come back to his senses and chase after them.

"Miss Xing Yue, are you still selling your wolves?"

Xia Xue, who had walked far away, only raised her hand and waved it. Her slender white fingers were as clean and pure as hers, fresh and refined.

The little girl, who was only ten years old, already had the dignified and elegant temperament of a young lady from a prestigious family.

Everyone could not help but have a deep impression of this girl called "Star Moon." For a moment, Star Moon Little Beauty's beautiful temperament and her beauty that could topple cities and cities spread like wildfire.

There were even news agencies that secretly took pictures of her, and in one night, everyone in the Third Ring knew about the existence of a Star Moon girl.

But Xia Xue's clothes were very simple. The Snow Clan's girls loved to dress up. They had been wearing all kinds of headgear since they were young. No matter how beautiful Xing Yue was, she didn't cause much of a stir.

However, some of the aristocratic ladies laughed when they saw the newspapers praising her beauty.

"She's just beautiful. She can't even wear headgear. It's just a disgrace to report it!"

Very quickly, the newspaper released all the comments related to Star Moon.

At this time, Xia Xue had already summoned North Night Snow in a teahouse close to the Second Ring Road.

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