After dressing up, Qian'er stood in front of the mirror, barefoot, wearing a snow-white long skirt, and her long hair like a waterfall hanging down to her buttocks. With her extremely beautiful face, she seemed to be a goddess born in the forest and growing in the forest.

She has a noble temperament and a fresh face.

Although Lianhua dressed exactly like her, she stood beside her, but she looked like her maid.

"Sister Qian'er, you are so beautiful." Lianhua sincerely praised her.

Qian'er smiled and said, "I really like this skirt."

"If my sister likes it, I will ask my mother to buy more cloth at the weaver's house."

"Don't, that's the livelihood of your village. It's fine if I pass by it, and I've never been a person who likes luxury and waste." Qian'er hurriedly stopped Lianhua.

At this time, the servant came in and said, "Grandma Rimu asks all the gods to gather in the hall."

"Sister, let's go and you can meet others."

Lianhua pulled Qian'er and came to the hall.

Sure enough, there were about a dozen girls wearing the same white dress standing here.

When they heard the sound, they all looked back.

When they saw Qian'er, they all showed a look of stunning and shock.

They have been serving as servants of the gods for several years and are very familiar with each other. Even the head of the child named Lianhua knows them very well.

After all, the village is not big.

But when did there be someone with such a beautiful appearance and such noble and elegant temperament in the village?

It's okay to have a look, but the woman's temperament from head to toe makes people feel ashamed.

These maids of the gods were always arrogant in front of the other people in the village, but when they looked at Qian'er approaching, they felt a sense of inferiority for no reason.

"Sister, they were all stunned." Lianhua smiled and pulled Qian'er over.

One of the girls said, "Lianhua, aren't you going to get married? Why are you here too?"

The servants and maids of the Gods were selected once every five years. They were all selected at the age of twelve and could not go home until they were twenty-two years old to get married.

Lianhua was also twelve years old, but she didn't choose it.

Now she is almost seventeen and is coming again.

Lianhua hugged her arms and smiled proudly: "I said that I, Lianhua, can do whatever she wants."

"Who is this person next to you? Why haven't I seen him?"

"There are more people you have never met before." Lianhua was even more proud, "This is my sister, who is a thousand times more beautiful than you, the so-called No. 1 beauty of the Wu tribe, right?"

The girl snorted: "Your father disappeared many years ago, where did you come from my sister?"

"Did I say it was my parents who gave birth to it?"

"It wasn't your parents' birth, what kind of sister is it?"

"What do you know!"

Lianhua was very proud and held Qian'er's arm, "Sister, her name is Zhaohui, and she is the self-proclaimed No. 1 beauty of the Wu tribe, cut it!"

Zhaohui was furious: "Lianhua, when did I get proud of myself? That was what others said!"

The other girls made a smooth move: "Yes, that's recognized by everyone, and it's not Zhaohui's self-proclaimed. Lianhua, don't be angry with her on purpose."

Lianhua said: "Don't you be proud of yourself? Do you also think that Zhaohui is more beautiful than my sister?"

The girls looked at Zhaohui and looked at Qian'er again, but stopped talking.

Although this new woman is older than Zhaohui, she is not a little stronger than Zhaohui in terms of appearance and behavior.

But they had a good relationship with Zhaohui, so they naturally couldn't tell it in person.

I had to remain silent.
Chapter completed!