"Xun'er, do you know what this outfit is called?"
"No. Elder Ling sent over twelve outfits in total. This was the only one that looked reasonably decent, so I put it on."
Twelve?
Xiao Yan's breathing involuntarily grew heavier, and images instantly sprang into his mind. Though his heart churned like an overturned sea, his expression remained perfectly composed.
"Xun'er, where are the other outfits? Could you take me to have a look?"
Perhaps recalling the embarrassing sight of herself trying on the clothes last night, Xiao Xun'er blushed and refused. "Brother Xiao Yan, you'd better not look. Those clothes are too... revealing."
After spending half the night sorting through all twelve outfits, only this one with the bow had proved remotely presentable.
Seeing how firmly she resisted, Xiao Yan couldn't very well press the matter.
There was a long road ahead, anyway, and plenty of time. Someday, he would get to see all eleven remaining outfits.
Just as they were about to leave, Xiao Yan caught Xiao Xun'er by the hand and gave an awkward chuckle. "Xun'er, how about letting me change your hairstyle today?"
"Change my hairstyle? Why? Is there something wrong with the way I've done my hair?"
"Nothing's wrong with it. A different hairstyle would just look better with this outfit."
A sweet, modern outfit paired with an ancient-style bun-the stark clash between old and new was rather painful to look at.
Fortunately, Xiao Xun'er was sweet and obedient. When it came to requests from her Brother Xiao Yan, she was especially willing to oblige.
The Market District.
As Wutan City's largest street market, it was bustling with activity. Crowds surged through the streets, and the occasional member of an unusual race could even be spotted.
Perhaps Xiao Xun'er's outfit was simply too eye-catching. Every passerby, without exception, cast a curious look their way.
"Isn't that Xiao Xun'er from the Xiao Clan?"
"She's so beautiful, and that dress looks lovely too! Why have I never seen anything like it for sale?"
The crowd grew larger and larger, eventually filling both sides of the street.
Not far away, a group of people found their path blocked.
"What's happening up ahead? Who's blocking this young master's way?" The speaker was none other than Jia Lie Ao.
After suffering two consecutive beatings at the hands of the mysterious Black-Robed Man, his already unreliable lower back had become even less reliable.
Whenever he went out, he would rather not move a single step if there was no carriage to ride in.
His servants soon found out what was happening.
They immediately ran back and reported respectfully, "Young master, the person blocking the road ahead is Xiao Xun'er of the Xiao Clan. Apparently, she's wearing an extremely rare and alluring dress today."
"Xiao Xun'er?" The instant he heard her name, Jia Lie Ao felt his back stop hurting. Like a spring released, he shot out of the carriage.
His attendants all puffed out their chests and held their heads high, clearing a path on either side and dispersing the crowd.
"What family's old fossils are standing up ahead? Have your eyes grown on top of your heads?"
"Get the hell out of the way!"
"You even dare block Young Master Jia Lie's carriage? Are you trying to climb into your coffin ahead of schedule?"
"Move, move, move! Everyone, clear the way!"
Perhaps Jia Lie Ao's foul reputation had spread too far and wide. Many people were angry but dared not speak.
After exerting the strength of nine oxen and two tigers,
Jia Lie Ao finally caught sight of Xiao Xun'er.
The instant he saw her, every line he had prepared vanished from his mind.
With a lecherous look on his face, he brazenly ran his eyes over Xiao Xun'er standing before him.
Three thoughts immediately sprang into his mind:
Lolita!
Fuck!
My heart can't take this!
Still, he was a transmigrator, after all. Once the brief wave of amazement passed, he quickly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Then a very important question occurred to him.
Why had this Lolita outfit appeared on the Dou Qi Continent?
Could it be because of that Immortal Chen?
No, no!
Immortal Chen had only arrived a few days ago and had been under constant surveillance. Almost everyone who came to open jars was a random passerby with no connection whatsoever to the Xiao Clan.
Apart from them, only that mysterious Black-Robed Man had spent three hundred thousand gold coins...
The Black-Robed Man!
His thoughts suddenly became clear, and Jia Lie Ao seemed to understand a great many things all at once.
First, that Black-Robed Man had an inextricable connection to the Xiao Clan.
Second, given the current strength of Wutan City, the only experts above the Dou Wang level were Yao Lao and Ling Ying.
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