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Chapter 4270: 5.0022 Beauty Pageant

"What a small world!" the little stoic thought to herself, though her face remained in its usual "not familiar with you" expression. She sat upright, her expression completely devoid of a smile.

No smile, no smile; everyone was already used to her expressionless face.

This didn't deter the seven flowers from enthusiastically approaching her for a reunion.

The man in red was the first to run over, grinning. He enthusiastically reached out to grab the little stoic's paw, "Stoic Face, are you also going to participate in the Beauty Pageant?"

Mo Lian subtly raised an arm, blocking the red-clad handsome man's hand.

The red-clad man felt as if he'd hit an iron plate. He sheepishly retracted his hand, glaring at Mo Lian several times, then turned back to the little stoic. "Are you or aren't you?"

"What Beauty Pageant?" The little stoic originally didn't want to bother with this person, but out of curiosity, she still replied.

The man in green floated over, looking at Grandmaster Qiao Qiao with a hint of grievance. "Stoic, why did you run so fast at the last Spring Gathering? This humble one didn't even get to say a word to you!"

The little girl, with a strong will to survive, looked back at Mo Lian, then immediately shifted her stool closer to her husband.

"I don't know what you're talking about, what Spring Gathering."

"Stop pretending," the men in red and green both waved their hands simultaneously. "That day, you saved our Meng Meng, and before we could even thank you, you jumped out the window and ran off like a rabbit!"

Qiao Mu: ...

Heh heh, I would run away? What nonsense.

"Cough, cough, cough." Mu Xingchen choked on his tea and stood up. "Do you all know my little sister? Why don't you take a seat first and talk?"

"Ah, you're Stoic Face's big brother?"

"Hello, Big Brother!"

"Big Brother, I'm Lan Ying."

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple surrounded them, chattering away.

"Who's your big brother!" Black lines popped on Mo Lian's forehead. His handsome face was dark and on the verge of exploding!

"Hmph!"

"Meng Meng, let's sit. Ignore him." The man in red pulled Fan Meng, dragging a stool to sit beside the little stoic.

"Stoic, are you going to participate in the Beauty Pageant?"

"I asked what Beauty Pageant!" Qiao Mu asked impatiently.

"You don't know?" The man in red looked curious. "The Queen of the Allure Queendom is inviting all the handsome men from across the world to participate in a Beauty Pageant!"

"Ah, speaking of which, the ancestor of this Allure Queendom seems to have some connection with your Mu family. Have you ever heard of a 'Lady Allure' among your Mu family ancestors?"

Qiao Mu suddenly turned her head, her gaze icy as she stared at the verbose man in red, making his voice grow smaller and smaller until he involuntarily stopped, stuttering, "Wh-what's wrong?"

"You know who I am?" Qiao Mu's eyes were like water but exuded intense cold, staring directly at the handsome man in red.

The man's heart pounded, and he couldn't help but stutter again, "Yes, yes..."

"You investigated me?" Qiao Mu looked at him coldly, speaking in a low voice, "I don't think I ever told you my identity."

The most recent encounter, she had only told Fan You that her surname was Qiao.

"People from Heaven's Will?" A light blue spark suddenly leaped from Qiao Mu's hand. "Are you?"

"Wh-what Heaven's Will??" The man in red cried out in alarm, quickly hiding behind Fan Meng.

"State your purpose."

"Otherwise, all of you will remain here!"