Marvel's princess becomes king

Dusk's driving skills were very good, so good that even she herself found it incredible. She thought it was a superb performance under time constraints, but she didn't take it seriously. With her excellent driving skills and reaction speed, she could not leave the apartment in less than seconds. Within half an hour, she appeared in various high-end fashion stores.

Underwear, outerwear, tops, skirts, shoes, bags, scarves, all kinds of clothing are within her purchase range. Her employer only allows her to buy them. As for which style to buy and what color to buy, she needs to make her own decision.

The result of her day's work can only be described as terrible. Her employer was not satisfied with the clothes she carefully selected and thought she had no sense of fashion.

"Sorry, sorry, madam, as you know, I have had a headache recently, and I have hallucinations that affect me from time to time. No, no, no! I am not resigning, I just need some time to adjust. It will be very soon. It will not affect my work. , right..." She apologized hurriedly, said all the nice things, and finally took hold of her job.

"Fake, fashion!" She cursed rather depressedly.

What the hell is this bullshit fashion? She has a complete concept, definition and specific criteria for fashion in her memory, but when it comes to specific use, it is completely different.

Dusk thought she had a keen intuition, at least she thought it was intuition. She could screen the clothes of people on the streets and finally come up with a calculation result. Unfortunately, her employer said it was not fashionable.

She also found out the fashion standards recognized by the public through inquiries, Internet surveys, etc., and then tried to match them. Unfortunately, her employer said that was following the crowd and that was not fashion.

After three days of busy work, she finally touched the edge of fashion. This thing is very vague. It cannot be too unconventional, cannot be blindly followed, cannot lose timeliness, and cannot lose freedom and spontaneity. To be honest, this The standard is still too vague for Twilight.

She couldn't figure out why she chose such a job.

Carrying large and small bags, seven or eight pockets in total, she arrived at her employer's house and opened the door skillfully. Her employer, who was busy every day, was naturally not at home.

She sorted the clothes into the wardrobe. Her employer strictly prohibited her from wearing her own clothes. She also strictly abided by this agreement, only buying and not wearing, and concentrated on her work. But today she was a little irritable and felt uncomfortable for no reason. This discomfort reached its peak when she was about to leave.

She looked in the mirror and said to herself: "I worked so hard today, I'm going to take a break here. Isn't that too much?"

She first lay down on the sofa to rest, then took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and finally took a bath in her employer's luxurious bathroom.

The more things others don't let her do, the more she wants to do them now. Once the rebellious thoughts arise, she can no longer control them.

"That woman's figure is really average, eh, but I don't seem to be any better?" She joked to herself in the mirror.

She put on her employer's underwear, skirt and high heels, walked briskly around the room, and even lay on her employer's bed that night, having a good sleep.

The next day, she received another call from her employer. This time her employer's request was a bit incomprehensible to her.

"Wait, ma'am, say it again? I may not have heard clearly. Where did you say you were?... Kunlun? What a strange name... You want me to send clothes to this and this , go to this place called Kunlun? Where is this place? "

The dizzy Miss Twilight put down the phone, changed out of her employer's clothes as if she were a guilty thief, and then rode a scooter back to her apartment. In the afternoon, she was picked up on a private plane and flew to a place called Kunlun.

When she boarded the plane in confusion, Bella's house was also in a state of panic.

Yinglong hugged the corner of the table, with lasagna tears he learned from who knows which anime on his face. His tearful eyes were full of tears, and his tone was extremely sad, as if he was not taking her back to Kunlun, but wanting her to die: "No! No! Xiaobei, I don't want to go, even if I kill myself!"

Bella gave the Westworld sparring team another three weeks of leave, and with the previous week, it would make up for a summer vacation.

Being her own personal shopper is an effective way to increase Twilight's humanity. It can be seen that she likes Paris very much. Maybe it has been restarted too many times. Whenever she wakes up and opens her eyes, there is always a look in her eyes. With a strong vigilance, she subconsciously relaxed during these days in Paris, and Bella could read a lot of joyful emotions from her heart.

It was a pretty good turn, but Bella still thought it was too slow.

She believes that Dusk needs to completely calm down her mind. Comparing horizontally, Kunlun is the most suitable place for her to practice. She can also take Yinglong home to see her and fulfill the promise Bella made to her back then. Although Yinglong made this promise It seems like he doesn't want it now, but he promised to take her back back then, so he must do it!

"If you don't return home rich and noble, you will walk at night like a brocade" and "I just go back this time to report that you are safe, and you will be back in a few days." Bella talked nonsense for a while, and finally dispelled Yinglong's fear of Kunlun.

Before leaving, Yinglong packed a large package, which contained his favorite anime, games, mobile phones, laptops and chargers of all sizes.

Little Katie and Little Elsa also gave some gifts to Father Dragon, Mother Dragon, Grandpa Dragon, and Grandma Dragon.

Shenlong was timid in the countryside. After Bella said she would leave now, she hurriedly took a bath and washed her scales clean. The dragon's whiskers were also cleaned carefully. She spent a long time managing her expression in front of the mirror. Shenlong The whole family is extremely majestic. Yinglong and Bella's family have been together for a long time, and it is really difficult to regain their majesty.

"Well, Xiao Kai and Xiao Ai, I'm leaving first." Before setting off, she said goodbye to her two friends.

Due to the second growth of her powers, little Aisha turned into her rather cold character again. She just nodded to this, but little Katie felt a little emotional, her eyes were red, and she hugged Yinglong tightly. , it took a long time to let go.

She also secretly rolled her eyes at Bella, thinking that it was this bad sister who had robbed her of her good friends.

"I'm leaving, remember to miss me." Yinglong let go of little Katie with a straight face, waved his hands, pretending that he was a majestic dragon, but the big package on his back was a bit of a detractor.

Before the transmission, little Katie suddenly shouted: "Glasses, you are still wearing glasses!"

Yinglong was stunned for a moment, then he purred like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and rushed into the room in a hurry.