After the War I Became a Women’s Clothing Boss

    Luo Mingjing just passed the friend application of "Qi Qi", and a handsome little brother with fairy special effects jumped up in front of her.

    His splendid outfit is a match for the golden mecha.

    Luo Mingjing was standing with him, he seemed to have turned on high-definition beauty special effects, and Luo Mingjing was turned into a mosaic in seconds under his glamorous pressure.

    "Qi Qi" put her hands around her chest, her eyes full of contempt, and her flat eyes Luo Mingjing wanted to pick up the network cable to see if it was Tang Qifeng's vest.

    "How much did you pay for your lightsaber?"

    "Qi Qi" said with an impatient face.

    "Well, how can I say this?"

    "Qiqi" was anxious: "If I ask you, just say it! I don't believe there are things I can't afford!"

    Luo Mingjing tentatively stretched out five fingers: "Five—"

    "Isn't it just 5,000 points! I'll transfer it to you right away!" Said, "77" arrogantly operated on his interface.

    With a "drip", Luo Mingjing swallowed the "fifty" that was about to be exported as he watched the five thousand extra points in his account.

    It turns out that there is a lot of stupid money.

    Looking at the wealthy "Qi Qi" with tears in her eyes, Luo Mingjing excitedly stepped forward and hugged him.

    "Good friend! I want to be with you forever!"

    "Dead satyr is disgusting! Let me go!"

    "Give me the lightsaber!" he urged viciously.

    Luo Mingjing urgently purchased a cheap lightsaber in the system mall, and clicked gift on the friend interface.

    "This lightsaber looks very ordinary, its attack power is so weak! Are you lying to me!"

     "Don't worry, think about it, have you never seen such a weapon in the system mall." Luo Mingjing said perseveringly.

    I don't believe you will see weapons with less than 1,000 points!

    "Qi Qi" began to shake, and said uncertainly: "It seems... I have never seen it."

    "That's right! Don't look at this as just an ordinary lightsaber, the real master is always low-key, and will only shine in a pinch!"

    Luo Mingjing narrated emotionally, coaxing "qiqi" to nod again and again.

    "So, unless you have to, if you don't meet an invincible opponent, don't use this lightsaber!"

    "Why?"

    "Low-key, low-key!"

    "Qiqi" held up the lightsaber like a treasure, put it into his backpack carefully, and nodded to Luo Mingjing with satisfaction:

    "Because of your sincerity, I made you a friend!"

    The corners of Luo Mingjing's mouth did not press down until he quit the game, 5,000 points! Move your lips and it's coming!

    Wen Rushui, who also quit the game, is also very happy. Although he lost the game, he won a peerless weapon and made a profit!

    "Xiaoru, why are you still playing games? Teacher Wuli asked for your name!"

    "Come on! Here!" Wen Rushui straightened her slightly messy long hair and ran out the door with her skirt in hand.

    The girls in the corridor stood in a row, gossiping in pairs.

    Suddenly, a woman in a long white dress came from the end of the corridor.

    Her long black hair is tied into a bud shape, she is tall, and the makeup on her face is elegant and delicate. Like a noble flower, walking in the evening wind, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

    "Mister Mist."

    The girls beside them all quieted down, lowered their jaws slightly, and greeted her respectfully.

    Walking through the corridor in the fog, her gray-green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, she looked ahead, and when she was in front of Wen Rushui, she stopped.

    The heel made a "click" sound on the floor, and Wen Rushui's heart also trembled.

    Misty turned her head to the side, looking at Wen Rushui, whose head was bowed and her body trembling slightly, the mist in those beautiful inorganic eyes became heavier, her light-colored lips were slightly parted, and she said:

    "Miss Wen Rushui, your shoes don't conform to the rules of the night."

    "This is the third time Miss Wen Rushui has violated the rules this week."

    The tone in the fog was soft and soft, like a melodious music, but said cold words.

    "Even the only daughter of the Wen family, if she can't get good grades at the Royal Women's College, I'm afraid no outstanding man will dare to marry Miss Wen home in the future."

    "Sorry, Mr. Wuli, I will correct it." She whispered.

    The fog gave her a faint glance, the white skirt drew the arc of the petals, and left without looking back.

    The sound of the heels hitting the ground gradually faded away, and the depressing atmosphere gradually dissipated, and the girls laughed cheerfully again.

    Wen Rushui slammed the door into the room, and her companion followed her closely, and quickly comforted: "Xiaoru, don't be angry, Teacher Wuli is like this, she is also for your own good."

     Throwing herself on the bed, covering her face with the quilt, Wen Rushui said in a muffled voice, "What teacher, she is an old witch! I can't stay in this place for a day!"

    "Don't think so, she's right, we don't come to school just to find a good husband.

    I heard that our school will also associate with the Royal Military Academy after the school, maybe we can meet Prince Devon? "

    The companion has already fallen into a beautiful fantasy, Wen Rushui said without looking up: "I'm not interested in princes or anything!"

    "I know, you, the idol is Princess Heye!"

    The companion sat next to her, patiently and comfortingly said: "Princess Heye is the younger sister of King Yalan, and has blood ties with Diwen, so seeing Diwen is not equivalent to seeing your idol Yet?"

    "Can it be the same!" Wen Rushui raised his head abruptly and said angrily, "One is a hero who almost subverted history and became a queen of a generation, while the other, hum, is a murderer!"

    "No matter what, he is the crown prince recognized by the Yalan royal family. Which one is the best in appearance, talent, and family background! Those who want to marry him can be ranked as the main star from the school gate."

    "I know, you play that mecha game because of Princess Heye, but she has been dead for so many years."

    "I tell you, the death of the princess is definitely not an accident, it was a little bit..."

    Wen Rushui's eyes gradually dimmed, and her voice was barely audible: "...if she becomes the queen...wouldn't our life be a little easier..."

    --

    Luo Mingjing won a few games in a row again, and when he successfully reached the fifth level, he was bored sitting in the lobby waiting for Lufa and the others to level up and participate in the team competition.

    Looking at the friend list, I found that "Qiqi" was actually online and was competing with others.

    Curiously clicked into his game to watch the game, and saw his opponent called "Guangfeng Jiyue", Luo Mingjing's eyes lit up, is it a coincidence? Isn't it, here I caught Tang Qifeng .

    It was not too early for Luo Mingjing to come. The game has entered the middle stage, and the defeat of "Qiqi" has already begun to emerge.

    Tang Qifeng has received formal mecha training, and his talent is not low. The most important thing is that he is also a krypton gold player, so the advantage of "Qiqi" no longer exists. .

    Adding blockage to Tang Qifeng is Luo Mingjing's lifelong goal. She left a message to "Qiqi" in the audience:

    "Listen to my command, I will lead you to win."

    Wen Rushui was upset by Tang Qifeng's beating, just saw the message from the audience, isn't this the pervert who sold her lightsaber?

    She simply dialed the video, and a rough face was immediately projected into her operating room.

    "Let me take a look at the parameters of the mecha and the remaining amount of ammunition." Luo Mingjing commanded in an orderly manner.

    Her calm voice seemed to have a magic power, and Wen Rushui calmed down at once.

    "Don't mind telling me your mental power level, so that I can make a more accurate judgment on you."

    “…Class A.”

    "Yo, it's pretty tall."

    Luo Mingjing was a little surprised, he smiled, it seemed that Tang Qifeng had good fruit to eat.

    "Don't worry, the person on the other side is similar to you—" She said lazily, before Wen Rushui was happy, she added:

    "—The level is pretty good."

    Wen Rushui's face collapsed, just as she was about to scold, she saw a cannonball flying towards her.

    “□□protective cover, increase the speed and fly diagonally upwards, and interfere with the right arm energy cannon down at a 45-degree angle.”

    She talked a lot, Wen Rushui was in a hurry in the control room, wiped the edge of the explosion and flew out.

    "Mecha damage level 50%..."

    "What should I do? I'm going to lose!" Wen Rushui shouted anxiously.

    "Don't panic, concentrate, is your A-level mental power at this level?"

     Her remarks touched Wen Rushui's strong self-esteem, Wen Rushui pursed her lips and clenched her palms unconsciously.

     "Put your mental power mainly on the control of speed and angle, and you can completely suppress the opponent with weapons and firepower."

    At this time, the nobility of krypton gold players has been fully reflected.

    "The two energy cannons on the left and right arms attacked his right side and flew over to intercept him!"

    Wen Rushui controlled the mecha to fly towards the retreating Tang Qifeng, but was timid. She has never fought anyone in close quarters, and every time it's a long-range weapon battle.

    "Don't be afraid! Press on! He won't choose melee combat, and his defense can't resist you!" Luo Mingjing said solemnly.

    Tang Qifeng was just as she expected, looking at Wen Rushui approaching but pulling back, revealing a dark barrel from his back.

    "He...he wants to..."

    "Are you still holding the lightsaber?" Luo Mingjing asked suddenly.

    Wen Rushui nodded slightly.

     "Okay, the back light bomb is mechanically aimed and fired, speed up and fly over! 30 degrees to the right!"

    A cannonball nearly rubbed her and flew past, exploding a ball of sparks. At the same time, the light bullets formed a dazzling light curtain around Tang Qifeng.

    But in a blink of an eye, another cannonball hit her, there was no way to hide, there was no way to avoid it.

    "Charge at speed, your shield can handle it."

    Wen Rushui gritted her teeth and used all her strength to move forward rapidly. The protective cover on her body shook violently under the huge impact, and she could feel the mecha parts on her body making a "click" sound .

    "Mecha damage 68%..."

    The degree of damage to the mecha has been increasing, and the alarm sound in the control cabin is endless.

    "Do you remember what I did that day?" Luo Mingjing's voice sounded like she was gossiping.

    Wen Rushui was shocked to realize that today's battle was somewhat similar to the previous battle between them.

    It is also covered by a light curtain, and it is also a curtain call with a lightsaber.

    She raised her hand and a lightsaber appeared in her palm.

    "I remember, just dig in."

    Wen Rushui clenched the hilt of the sword, her eyes firm.

    Tang Qifeng stood behind the light curtain, thinking that the game was already over, but found that a dark mecha suddenly rushed out of the smoke and dust.

    Swinging a lightsaber, it rushed towards him with an irresistible force.

    He wanted to escape, but could not escape, he could only watch the light pierced through his mecha cabin.

    "Player "Guangfeng Jiyue" destroys the mecha cabin and is ruled out. Player "Qiqi" wins this game, and the points will be increased by 25 points."