I Became Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister (MTL) [COMPLETED]

175. God Painting

The small town of Teres.

"...The sun is so warm."

Liu Yu narrowed his eyes and felt the wind blowing from the street.

It was almost noon, probably because it was not prosperous enough. There were not many pedestrians on the street, and the sun was shining warmly on her body. She glanced at the quiet man next to her, Gaia was also squinting at the sun above her head-

As if aware of her gaze, she turned her head:

"where to?"

"The mayor said, you can go and see the wasteland."

At this moment, a thin boy walked up to them:

"...Quick, get out of here."

"go away?"

"Yes, leave, Edward wants to deal with you, he is a famous bad guy nearby..." The boy wore a dirty felt hat, his voice was low and anxious, and his face blushed when he looked up at her." In short, you have to leave, otherwise-"

"Oh, thanks."

Liu Yu smiled at the other party, and was broken before that face turned redder.

Guyana's green eyes were illuminated by the sun:

"Belli, it's time to go."

"Oh Guangming, let me see who this is... the newly moved neighbor?" At this moment, a group of people walked across the corner, wearing a yellow check vest and black leather boots. , Walking slowly with his hands in his pockets, and walking straight to Liu Yu, those squinted eyes opened wider and wider, and finally, they were as big as they were about to jump out of their eye sockets, "Oh, this beautiful Miss..."

He confessed to reaching out his hand handsomely:

"I'm Edward, Meriga Edwards... Ah! Who? Who?! Who is hitting me with stones?! Some kind of stand up!"

Edward snorted and jumped up with a grin. Liu Yu found that his palm was broken. Looking to the side, Gaia beside him stood quietly in the sun, as if he was with the light.

And Edward couldn't find the man who was plotting against him, and grabbed the young man wearing a felt hat beside him:

"Cook, isn't it you? Every time, every time it's your good deeds to me!..."

"No, it's not me! It's not me, Mr. Edward!"

Cook tried to shake off the arrogant man who grabbed his chest, and the pedestrians on the side of the road avoided this area, afraid of suffering.

Edward kicked it over. Seeing that the black leather boots were about to hit Cook's knee, a sudden wind blew. Edward staggered, his left foot mixed with his right foot, and a dog ate shit.

The people next to him laughed, and the people who came with him were also the gangsters on the street:

"Edward, can you do it?"

"No, I'll help you!"

There was another roar of laughter.

Edward hit the ground, his face flushed, and he was about to stand up as soon as he supported his hands, but who knew that his elbow seemed to be hit by a big rock. Under a sudden pain, he didn't hold it and fell again.

It hit the nose now, he touched it, blood on one hand.

Edward's face turned blue.

The ridicule beside him grew louder. With a burst of light footsteps, a pair of white high heels appeared in Edward's sight. Those shoes were exquisite only in his life, and the butterflies embroidered on the upper seemed to flutter.