Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 72 The Fairy's Jealousy
Whether it is a human or a god, it seems that they are always looking forward to a bright future.

This point was best reflected in the crowded registration scene.

Nymph fairies from all over the world show off their beautiful and lively costumes. They either wear swimsuits woven by clouds, or gowns with water mist patterns, and the fairies spit out natural creatures through a pair of skillful hands. Silk thread, infected into a colorful appearance.

They spend a lot of time and effort just to win the first place in the beauty pageant, from humble waiters to high gods.

If we were to say who among the crowd attracted everyone's attention the most, it would undoubtedly be the changed Hera.

She transformed herself into the guardian nymph of the poinciana tree, which abounds in tropical regions such as Africa. The leaves are like the feathers of a phoenix, and the color is orange-red. The so-called fire tree in the fire tree and silver flower refers to it.

At this moment, Hera's dress is just like that poinciana, full of wildness and arrogance. She is like a peacock, wearing a bright red one-piece swimsuit, with a tall figure and long wine red wavy hair. The legs are perfect without a trace of fat or scars.

If it's just like this, then she shouldn't be very outstanding among all the beautiful Nymphs and fairies, but what really astonishes her is that she has a noble temperament.

This thing is illusory, but when you really see it, you will be attracted by her.

Just standing in the crowd, Hera is like the phoenix among the white birds, the queen among thousands of people, giving birth to a desire to conquer or submit.

Enjoying the jealous and envious eyes around her, Hera held her white arms with a cold and proud expression, but her heart was like a peacock, despising all vulgar fans.

"Atlas, I don't know what you're doing, but your beauty pageant plan is doomed.

Because I must be the champion of this game. "

She thought secretly with a little satisfaction, thinking that no matter how beautiful Ningfu is, how can she compare to a noble god like her?
Because of the request of her younger brother Zeus, she wanted to monitor every move of Qingtian God, but this so-called beauty contest aroused her eagerness to win.

Just like "there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts", basically every woman wants to be the most beautiful and beautiful in the world.

This is true even for gods like Hera.

And just when she was complacent because of everyone's envious eyes, bursts of uproar suddenly came from the crowd in the distance.

Everyone's attention was attracted, and they stretched their necks to look at the noise.

Hera, who was enjoying the gazes of the crowd, was suddenly so neglected, she suddenly became curious, and walked over to check.

Stepping into the crowd, taking pictures of her noble and powerful aura, the nymphs and fairies spontaneously moved out of the way for her. Hera suddenly saw a woman and fell into a sluggish uncontrollable moment.

What kind of beauty is that?
Hera couldn't describe it, only saw that she had wavy light golden long hair, soft and shiny, so smooth that even the wind couldn't bear to caress; her beautiful eyes were filled with stars and seas, and her flaming lips were adorned with perfect beauty. With a fair face and a tear mole under the right eye, it is charming and tender.

The dark purple tight-fitting dress highlighted her full waves to the fullest. The black silk stockings and dark purple high-heeled boots exuded indescribable temptation everywhere.

"This is a woman that no man can refuse."

The first time Hera saw the other party, Hera came up with this absurd idea. If she is a high-ranking queen, then the fairy in front of her is a mellow wine. There is an intoxicating tenderness hidden in the temptation, making people want to drink it. I dare not drink it; I want to see it, but I dare not.

For a moment, Hera even felt a little jealous, just like all the nymphs before were jealous of her.

Just when she was thinking wildly and lost her mind slightly, a tree-guarding nymph with wings like a dragonfly and no bigger than a palm suddenly made a loud noise.

"She, it's her." Like all the jealous women, she pointed at the Nymph Fairy who had attracted the attention of the audience, and shouted loudly: "She smells like mud."

In a word, it was like an explosion in an instant, detonating the audience, everyone sniffed their noses and smelled it, including Hera herself.

Sure enough, God's sense of smell was better than ordinary people's. Just by sniffing it lightly, she could smell a smell of mud, like deep-buried mud, with a stench that made people frown.

A fairy immediately recognized her, "So it's her, I know her, Christie in the mud, she's the nymph in the swamp."

When they heard that it was a nymph in the swamp, the fairies who originally regarded her as a potential competitor breathed a sigh of relief, and some even couldn't help laughing,

"The fact that these toads in the mud are participating in the beauty pageant really makes me laugh."

As we all know, when people mention swamps, the first thing that people think of is stinky mud and rotting bones. Nymphs living in swamps naturally have this special smell, so they have become the bottom of the chain of contempt of fairies.

Even Hera couldn't help showing a knowing smile, "It's a pity, I almost regarded her as a threat, who would like this kind of woman who is born with a smell?"

The swamp nymph who was being ridiculed, Christie heard that, a trace of grievance could not help appearing on her beautiful face, "I don't smell bad, if you don't believe me, smell it, I've definitely worn the most fragrant and sweetest perfume."

She stretched out her hand helplessly, wanting to prove her innocence, but women who are dazzled by jealousy would care about this, even though they did not smell the stench, they still pretended to be disgusted, covered their noses and shook their heads Back away, as if avoiding the plague.

"I really don't stink, I really don't stink, this is the fragrance of hundreds of flowers, obviously it is the fragrance of hundreds of flowers."

"Come on, can hundreds of flowers cover the rotten smell on your body?"

"The servant of the gods, why would you choose someone like you?"

Everyone muttered and sneered, as if belittling someone who was better than themselves could elevate their own status.

This made it difficult for Christie to accept for a while. When she came, she dressed up carefully and made the best effort. Her companions in the swamp wove the most beautiful dress for her, and it really made her look glamorous when she put it on, but why?
Why do you get such heartless words now?
The eyes of everyone were like sharp knives, which hurt her self-esteem severely, and she tried her best not to let the tears flow down.

At this time, she suddenly realized that perhaps it was a huge mistake for her to come to participate in this competition full of joy. The shameful emotions filled her heart, making her want to escape from this place and everyone's eyes.

She took a step, staggered and pushed away the crowd, and fled towards the forest at the foot of the mountain.

In the distance, a pair of sharp eyes watched this scene from beginning to end. Seeing Christie leaving, she couldn't help but quietly followed behind.

　Today I went back to my hometown to fertilize the fields and treated me like a cow. I was exhausted, so I barely wrote a chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)