Chapter 1158
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Jing Qian asked with a smile, "Oh, it seems that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. You won't give up until you reach the Yellow River?"
Di Zhengle hated Di Jingqian's oppression to death. This woman was even more disgusting than Di Yayue.
Seeing that Di Zhengle was still like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, Jing Qian was not annoyed. Instead, she reached out her hand.
Soon, the assistant took out a black leather hat. Jing Qian put the hat on her head.
The original high-class palace dress was made out of place by a black leather hat, just like the pair of Martin boots she was wearing.
Who would wear a princess dress with a pair of Martin boots?
Next, Jing Qian took out a box of matches from the bag of the princess dress. She took out one and lit it.
The sudden flame passed in front of Di Zhengle. The rampant provocation made Di Zhengle couldn't help but tilt her head back slightly.
"What are you doing?"
Di Zhengle was a little annoyed by Di Jingqian's open provocation. She couldn't help but say angrily.
However, just as her voice fell, Di Jingqian threw down the match with the flame.
Below were all beautiful dresses. Di Zhengle's model exclaimed and quickly retreated.
The flame fell directly on Di Jingqian's dress.
"Ah!"
It was unknown what material Di Jingqian's dress was made of. The moment it met the flame, it suddenly burst into flames. Then, the whole dress was burned through in an instant with a "boom". The audience was so scared that they cried out.
Just as Di Zhengle's eyes couldn't help but reveal resentment, the flame that was ignited in an instant was extinguished.
The girl who was originally wearing a gorgeous princess dress was now like a phoenix reborn from the fire.
She didn't look like the gown she was wearing just now.
At this moment, the girl was wearing a black leather hat and a bright red wrapping dress with a short front and a long back.
Wasn't that gorgeous dress the same one that the girl wore in the first dress?
Di Zhangle's eyes widened little by little under Jing Qian's ostentatious smile. After it was obvious that she had been turned into slag in seconds, Jing Qian then walked towards the front of the exhibition stage while waving to the audience who were screaming in an uproar.
Jing Qian's height couldn't be compared with those supermodels who were more than 180cm tall, but her aura, her swaying posture, and her figure that was several times better than those supermodels' made the audience burst into applause and screams.
After arriving at the front of the display stand, a sudden gust of wind blew over. Jing Qian threw away her leather hat and hairband, allowing her hair to flutter in the wind. Even her actions were exactly the same as the character in the previous dress.
Her flirtatious and valiant aura was undoubtedly revealed.
Jing Qian was like a thousand-year-old demon. She turned to look at Di Zhengle, whose face was like a ghost, and asked, "Are you going to admit that you plagiarized, or do you want me to continue slapping your face?"
In fact, Di Zhengle's heart had long been in a panic. She just didn't show it.
She could follow the previous explanation for the first dress, but how should she explain the second one?
What if there was a trap in the third one?
But if she admitted that she plagiarized now, wouldn't she lose face in front of the whole world?
But if she didn't admit it, not to mention her face, even her muscles and bones would be ripped off by Di Jingqian, this b * tch.
Faced with the disgusting smile, Di Zhengle subconsciously looked towards Di Jingan.
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