[Chapter 148] The Twelve Nobles Appeared Gorgeously!
Banquet venue in London, England.
This school celebration was jointly organized by Shengyu and the British royal family, and well-known nobles from all over the world were invited. Therefore, this school celebration is unprecedentedly grand and grand.
There were several hundred taels of high-end private cars outside the venue.
At this moment, twelve noble cars and twelve gorgeous cars of different brands were driving towards the venue, forming an orderly queue and appearing in everyone's sight.
There is a white feather logo on the windshield of the car at the front. It must be the head of the twelve nobles, Master Bai Yu, Sheng Yu Jing.
Twelve cars slowly stopped.
The car door opened, twelve teenagers? No! Eleven? Because the last car door was not opened.
People around started talking, strange? Isn’t it the Twelve Nobles? Why is there still less?
All eleven teenagers gathered together, discussed something with each other, then dispersed and entered the venue one by one.
The passers-by around him opened their eyes wide and exclaimed.
"Wow!!! What an exciting scene!! Eleven beauties!!!" (French)
"Every boy looks just like a monster! Especially the one who is a little shorter." (English)
"It's so cute." (Japanese)
"I can't stand it anymore!!! That black feather on the chest!! It's the best!!! How can he look like this!!" (English)
"No way! That one with white feathers, wow! It looks like I'm seeing a god! I adore it so much!!" (English)
A group of tourists from all over the world started talking. In order to communicate better, everyone communicated in English.
"I like that shota with gray feathers! He's so cute!!! I love him so much." One of the women winked at Bei Yinzhe without hesitation, but Bei Yinzhe didn't like him at all.
"They're all gone!! They're in!!"
"What a pity!! I didn't even see clearly what each of the young masters of the twelve nobles looked like!!"
A group of female nymphos got together, old and young, to kill them all.
I don’t know who has said something before, but British women are much more qualified than our Chinese women. I think our twelve aristocratic young masters all kill instantly when they appear on the stage!!!
(Xia: Damn Tang! Are you talking about me? Do you want to die? I will try 100 ways to die for you. Tang: I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say anything!!)