"Let us welcome the oldest blood clan on the Cicelia Peninsula, the former comrade-in-arms of Saint Junio, and the Countess named Silver Eyes - Miss Neville!"
I don’t know if it’s because of the other party’s background, but even Alice didn’t dare to insert a funny description in the introduction. The serious tone is still strange.
As her words fell, a tall, graceful woman walked out of the wooden house and walked towards the judges' seat with elegant steps. She held a small silver-white parasol in her hand, and on her bare feet
Without wearing shoes and socks, every time the softly curved arches of the feet gently step on the beach, they will leave a shallow footprint on the warm golden sand, gradually forming a dotted track, as if to highlight the
It shows how natural and light her posture is, and how casual and relaxed her mood is. Even when facing the gaze of so many viewers, she doesn't feel the slightest bit nervous.
When she stops, everyone will be attracted by her stunning beauty and find it difficult to look away. If someone does this, he must be a person who has no sense of beauty, and maybe a person who has no sense of beauty.
For people who have no ability to appreciate art, the beauty of the woman in front of them is suitable to be described by the so-called sense of art.
The originally straight snow-white hair was tied into a side ponytail, hanging fluffily beside the ears. A colorful shell was pinned to the sky-blue hairband. The gorgeous spots that swayed with the sunlight were not as beautiful as they were.
One in 10,000, maybe it can only play a role as a foil; the swimsuit that Alice calls "bikini style" boldly exposes a large area of snow-white skin, from the bony shoulders to the cold arms, from
From the slender waist to the slender thighs... all show some kind of ceramic or marble-like texture under the sunlight, sometimes even so illusory that it creates a distorted illusion; the snow-white lace tube top holds up the white and full body
The shape of her breasts fully demonstrates the most proud asset of a mature woman, eclipsing all the previous contestants; the swimsuit suspender that matches the color of her hair is tied around the pale and somewhat thin collarbone, and a small
The pretty bow decoration is cute without compromising its elegant charm.
As if to add a bit of nobility and elegance to herself in addition to being mature and sexy, she also wore a white mesh skirt around her waist, which opened diagonally from the left to the right, with one leg tucked in.
In the skirt, the other leg generously extends a beautiful curve. What is imaginative in this half-coverage is exactly its elegant and intellectual beauty that has naturally accumulated over the long years. p>
Miss Neville, who is a countess, gently shook a strand of hair on her shoulder and opened the parasol. With the sound of clattering, the small white parasol printed with snowflakes, shells and waves moved in the hot air.
There was a cool feeling in the sun. Neville held a small parasol with one hand on the back of her head, and placed the other hand on her smooth and white waist. She stood upright and confidently, using her pair of eyes as hazy as the moon.
Her charming silver eyes scanned the judges in front of her with interest, and an intriguing smile slowly formed at the corner of her mouth.
"Originally, as an elderly man, I should not brag about my beauty unscrupulously on such occasions. For young people, it is a kind of entertainment, but for me, it seems a bit shameless." Countess.
She said softly, her voice was just like her appearance, noble and elegant, making people believe that if the moonlight could talk, it would definitely be like this tone and intonation: "But that kid Leticia insists on me joining in the fun, and then
In addition, Alice and the others also tried their best to invite me. It would be too unkind to refuse to accept. Therefore, I made such an action that is not suitable for the status of an elderly person. It is really shameful."
She gently lifted a strand of hair beside her ear, looking extremely calm: "Of course, since I have stood on this competition field, with my personality, I will naturally want to do my best. What other woman
I think it’s human nature to be willing to be compared to others for your beauty, right?”
"I don't have anything to say in my declaration of entry, because I believe that my beauty does not need to be proved with words. Let the judges rate it based on their first impression. Isn't there a saying that the first impression is the most important factor in interpersonal communication?
important factor, I wonder what impression I can leave on the judges, haha."
She took a deep look at the judges, her eyes like poppies blooming on a bloody night, coquettish, blurry, but with a hint of invitation. Shelia covered her heart with a puff, and her breathing suddenly became difficult: "
Sister, sister, I'm sorry, I seem to be charmed..."
Shesta, who was in the audience, smiled and exuded a chill, causing all the unrelated people around her to immediately retreat a dozen steps away and clear a blank area on the beach.
"One hundred percent!"
I don't know where the child's childish voice came from, shouting firmly: "One hundred percent, one hundred, one hundred, one hundred percent... I want to give grandma a hundred percent!"
"Okay, okay, I understand. You can go down first. You are not a judge, so why are you here to join in the fun? Metien, Semi, take care of your friend and don't let her run around."
Alice, sweating profusely, carried the struggling vampire child off the stage, and ran back sweating profusely to fulfill her duties as host: "Look, it looks like Miss Neville is very confident in her swimsuit, to be honest.
Indeed, this effect is so amazing. Even as a designer, I never expected that someone could wear a bikini to achieve such an effect. It really makes people want to get under her skirt... Ahem! Open,
Just kidding. Okay, let's skip this nonsense and go straight to the scoring process! Judges, how would you rate Miss Neville's swimsuit?"
Ringer fell into deep thought, and this time he thought for longer than before. It was not until a few minutes passed that he slowly spit out the final result: "9.5 points."
"What!?"
Before the contestants put forward their opinions, the host couldn't stand and questioned bluntly: "You only gave 9.5 points instead of full marks? Ringer, are you still a normal man? Look at this sexy and mature bikini, look at this
Full breasts and slender waist, look at this tall figure and slender thighs, and look at... (Her tone sounded like she was introducing pigs in a slaughterhouse. At this time, the countess glanced lightly.
After glancing at her, Alice immediately restrained herself) In short, in short, I think such a score is unreasonable! I will give you one last chance, what is the score!?"
"9.5 points." Ringer said calmly, without even looking at Alice.
Why do I need to explain my Ringer Life Score to others?
Alice was not convinced, and neither was Leticia. They both wanted to argue, but were stopped by the contestant himself.
"I believe that Mr. Ringer's score is reasonable, and he is willing to accept the result." The countess smiled gracefully: "Besides, this score is high enough, isn't it?"
Off the field, Miss Siesta's smile was a bit unbearable. She also scored 9.5, but her 9.5 score, how should I say, was not particularly fair. In short, the water behind it is very deep, and you can't grasp it.
After Ringer gave his score, other judges also gave their scores one after another.
"Full marks." Shelia said with a stern face: "She is too big. Although I want to deduct a point from her because she likes to drink black tea, but it is really difficult for me to refuse such a big...Fang Conong, an elegant and noble woman.
, please forgive me, eldest sister!"
No one knows why she apologized, but in short, she gave her full marks without a doubt.
"I also give full marks." Little Yang said with a solemn face: "She is really big. Big means good, and good means good, so full marks!"
It’s nonsense, but it’s still full marks without a doubt.
"Hey (full score)!" The lamb looked guilty. It originally reserved this perfect score for its owner, but it had no choice but to find a motherly touch in Miss Neville. But said
To be honest, Saint Shalia, who has taken care of it like a mother since childhood, does not seem to be that old...
In short, it also gives no doubt...
"One point!?" Alice was greatly surprised, and then sighed helplessly: "For Miss Neville's performance, the Little Sheep judge actually only gave one point. As always, it is too strict. But maybe
It has its own unique aesthetic perspective, and we are willing to respect the opinions of every judge (except Ringer)."