bookrandom Chapter 245 They and Them
Chapter 245 They and Them
Half of the body seemed to be grabbed by some invisible hand and dragged into the darkness of the mirror.
The mirror gradually closed, and the blood on it flowed down, staining the two goddess statue bases supporting the mirror.
The goddess who guards beauty is more like a demon that devours life.
Many women began to tremble.
"Haha!" The man who pushed the person straightened the golden crown on his head and walked down with a smug smile on his face.
"Let's add some more standards. There will definitely be better ones."
The other men did not have crowns, and they still maintained their previous expressions, as if they were watching an entertainment show and became bored after watching it. They were not frightened at all, nor did they feel that there was anything wrong.
They continued their discussion.
"White skin looks better and more hydrated, otherwise it looks dirty."
"Just being white is not enough. It has to be smooth too. It has to be white and tender, strong and feel good." He said with a chuckle.
"Just look for someone younger. The kind that looks cute and gentle is best."
"It's better to have some fragrance. Oh... huh, so refreshing." After saying that, he moved closer to the woman next to him and took a deep breath.
"It's the right shape, the right curves. It's an S-shaped figure."
"You must not have muscles, otherwise it will be ugly to have a few lumps on your arms and stomach. You are too muscular and don't look like a woman at all."
White, young, thin, weak and frail.
It is the best.
The trembling woman heard this, touched her face with her hands in fear, and looked at her body.
"Buzz..." The mirror emitted a faint light, and things came out of its mouth, floating onto the tables.
Take a closer look, exquisite powder box, lipstick, perfume...
The women stood up and grabbed things on the table like crazy, as if they had found a life-saving straw. Countless hands piled up on the table.
Those who grabbed the things rushed to their faces, smeared them on their faces and mouths, and sprayed them on their bodies...
Some people wear corsets to make their waists thinner and the flesh above their chests more crowded, making them look fuller.
The fear they had originally felt was relieved by the attachment of these things, and they even showed a slight smile.
She even looked at the man next to her with a hint of anticipation.
Although I couldn't speak, my meaning was clear.
Look, I'm beautiful, right?
Will this allow me to be recognized?
This way I won’t die, right?
The king wearing the crown shook his head with an expression of understanding and sarcasm, as if he was looking at a group of pets waiting for their masters:
"See? Girls just like to dress up for guys. They, just..."
"boom!"
There was a bloody hole in his head.
The whole place was silent, and the discussions stopped instantly.
The king fell backwards, blood gushed out, and he lay motionless on the ground.
Everyone turned to look at Zuo Xiuyan who was holding his gun.
The men screamed, "How dare you?"
"Mad! Sick!"
Greater spiritual power penetrated into Zuo Xiuyan's body. Her head began to ache slightly, and the strength she had just mustered was suppressed again.
At this time, the other awakened people also gained some control of their bodies and immediately used their superpowers to attack the monsters around them.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sound of falling was like beating of drums, a mess.
What originally looked like a banquet venue was now stained with blood.
The women were stunned and stopped putting on makeup.
Zuo Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, and something twitched in the distant corner.
She looked over and saw that the king who had died first was slowly standing up, his wounds gradually closing, and his eyes looked at her angrily.
Then, starting from the order of death, the monsters that had fallen to the ground came back to life one by one, staring at the enemies who attacked them with resentful eyes.
They spoke:
"I don't know who I'm trying to seduce after putting on makeup?"
"I look so ugly even with makeup on, how can I look good without makeup?"
"I'm so useless. I have to do everything. I don't have any energy at all."
"With only good looks, she is just a vase."
"Big breasts mean no brains, long hair means little knowledge."
Suddenly, the supernatural power and the body were suppressed again, making it impossible to move. There was a stinging pain on the face, the clothes were tightened as if they were going to be crushed, and it felt like someone was twisting the fingers on the feet.
The king immediately took a few steps forward, grabbed a woman's hair, and dragged her towards the mirror.
The woman grabbed the king's hand, squatted down, and tried to push back, but the pain on her face became more and more severe, and she stumbled and fell forward.
The high heels fell off in an instant.
The red inside gradually flowed to the ground.
The woman was dragged on the ground like a sack, her skirt swaying, revealing her feet. Her toes were turned outward, deformed, and bloody.
The king smashed the woman's head against the mirror.
Bang!
"You're so ugly!" The mirror's voice became even colder. It swallowed her in one gulp and chewed her into powder.
"Hahaha!" The king laughed heartily and walked back.
The women became even more frightened.
Some people continued to change cosmetics one after another, their faces looked like ghost paintings. Gradually, their faces became rotten, with red bumps and sunken pits, and a thick layer of flesh was corroded away.
Even though someone was already out of breath, she continued to tighten her corset and fell down with a thud. Her clothes and body muscles disappeared, leaving only a skeleton with broken ribs in her chest.
All the women were unable to speak, so even if it hurt, they could only moan inside their mouths.
Looking at their actions, the men laughed out loud, and their anger was calmed down.
They laughed heartily.
They kept silent.
The men returned to their seats and sat down again. Their clothes became wrinkled, their hair began to stick together, their faces were greasy, and they smelled of sweat and feet, like a rag that had been used to ferment food and had been covered for several days.
The women subconsciously moved a little further away.
The monsters looked at him with disdain: "They say women are delicate, this is called manliness, do you understand?"
"If you love cleanliness so much, why do you have to dress up all the time? How can that be manly?"
As he spoke, a man hugged the woman and said, "Let me introduce you to my girlfriend."
The monsters nearby gave him a thumbs up: "Brother, you are awesome to find such a pretty girl."
That compliment is like praising the purchase of a nice car; it is an extra achievement and honor.
Appearance is given value, and if a man can claim it as his own, it is his ability.
He is the one who is awesome, it has nothing to do with her.
Even though the women experienced abuse and pain, even though they faced the bloody death, even though they saw the resistance of the awakened ones, they still did not stop their actions.
And as they cater to them, the awakened ones feel more and more mentally polluted.
How can it work if only some people are unwilling to accept the unreasonableness?
There are so many people adding strength to them.
They are still alive and well, and they are still extremely passive.