The audience's breathing stopped.
Her catwalk is not walking, but descending.
She wore a minimalist silk gown without any unnecessary decorations, but it radiated magic because of her presence. The skirt fluttered lightly with her steps, not to show the fabric itself, but to set off her slender and perfect legs. The deep V neckline of the dress was not to expose, but to highlight the line of her swan-like neck.
When she turned around, the butterfly bones under the tulle on her back rose and fell gently, not to show the design, but to prove that true beauty never needs complicated decoration.
On the judging panel, fashion godfather Calvin Klein took off his glasses and whispered in German: "Göttin." (Goddess)
When the host announced the gold medal winner, all the lights in the room focused on Theresa.
As expected, the host called out the name: "Gongsun Theresa!"
The applause was thunderous and the flash lights poured down like a rainstorm.
She walked slowly towards the podium, her blonde hair gleaming with a dazzling halo, and her delicate facial features were still three-dimensional and distinct in the strong light.
When she took the trophy, her slender fingers and the crystal trophy complemented each other, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her.
"Ms. Theresa!" Reporters rushed to hold up the microphone. "You've just become the youngest-ever winner of a supermodel competition. What are your plans next?"
Theresa lowered her head slightly, her thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her cheeks. When she raised her eyes, her blue eyes were clear and transparent: "Marry him, my beauty only exists for him."
The next day, major media outlets rushed to report:
Theresa, the new supermodel queen: Crowned with Love
Theresa signs contract with top luxury brand, endorsement fee exceeds 100 million
A New Legend in the Fashion World: Her Beauty Blooms Only for One Person
This is Theresa, a supermodel who conquered the world with her beauty and a darling of the entire fashion industry, but everything she did was for her beloved.
Still the humble Theresa of love.
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On the African grasslands just after the rainy season, a small body lay quietly in the mud.
He was a boy less than ten years old. The bullet wound in his chest had stopped bleeding. His fingers still maintained the last posture before his death, tightly grasping a piece of moldy bread. Flies were circling above his body, making an irritating buzzing sound.
Thirty meters away, his mother knelt on the ground, her dried tears leaving two white streaks on her dark cheeks.
She didn't even dare to go forward to collect the body - the gun-wielding thugs were standing not far away, using the barrels of their guns to pick up a baby's swaddling clothes for fun.
"Look, it's moving!" The mob leader laughed, threw the baby high into the air, and pulled the trigger when the baby was about to hit the ground.
The sound of gunfire echoed across the grassland.
It is early morning in an ordinary village in eastern Congo. Similar scenes have been repeated millions of times on this continent in the past three decades. Without any exaggeration, this is a land of chaos and disorder where the flowers of evil are blooming everywhere.
Half a day later, an orange-gold figure appeared at the entrance of the village, and the thugs didn't even have time to put down the bottles in their hands.
The figure is Xu Yaoji.
Her long orange-gold hair lifted slightly in the wind, the ends of her hair shining with the afterglow of the sunset, making her skin look white as snow. She was wearing a neatly cut black windbreaker, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, vaguely outlining her graceful figure - slender waist, long legs, sexy black stockings, and every step she took was accompanied by a lazy and dangerous rhythm.
Her beauty is aggressive.
Her red lips were slightly raised, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her pure black pupils were shining coldly in the sunlight, like the eyes of some predator.
She doesn't belong here.
Yet it seems as if I was born to stand in such a desolate place.
"Hey! Woman!" The appearance of such a charming woman in a place where flowers of evil are everywhere clearly indicated a problem. However, the leader of the thugs drunkenly raised his AK-47 and said, "Stop!"
Xu Yaoji really stopped. She tilted her head slightly, her long orange-gold hair falling from her shoulders, and her red lips parted slightly: "Are you calling me?"
Her voice was very pleasant, with a certain coquettish cadence, which was very seductive.
"Yes, little beauty, play with us." The thugs surrounded them with lewd smiles.
There were 31 people on the opposite side, and they were armed. Xu Yaoji was in extremely dangerous situation, but Xu Yaoji just snapped his fingers lightly, and the next 60 seconds became the eternal memory of this village.
On the hillside three hundred meters away, thirty sniper rifles fired simultaneously, each bullet accurately piercing the center of a thug's eyebrows, like a carefully choreographed ballet of death.
The last to fall was the leader.
He knelt on the ground, watching Xu Yaoji slowly approach, his black leather boots stopping in front of him: "You... who are you?"
Xu Yaoji bent down, her red lips almost touching his ear: "A woman worse than you."
The bullet went through his temple.
"Commander." A soldier stepped forward and saluted respectfully.
She nodded slightly, her eyes swept over the corpses on the ground, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of her lips: "The last batch?"
"Yes, this is the last armed thug in Africa."
"Very good." She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing the non-existent dust on her windbreaker: "After five years, it's finally clean."
The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow dyes the entire grassland red.
Xu Yaoji stood on a high place, overlooking the land that she had pacified with her own hands.
Five years ago, she stepped into this war-torn continent as a peacekeeping commander.
Five years later, she had nearly unified Africa.
Use iron and blood, use strategy, and use cruel means that countless people cannot imagine.
"Commander," someone whispered from behind, "Where are we going next?"
She chuckled and uttered four words from her red lips: "Go home and get married."
This is Xu Yaoji’s daily life.
A breathtakingly beautiful, yet extremely dangerous woman.
A rose blooming in blood and fire.
Even though you know you will get stabbed, you still can't help but get close.
But, 'Go home and get married?' What did Xu Yaoji want to do?
PS: A preview: the last two chapters will be published tomorrow, and then the book will be finished.
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