The most powerful lottery system

Chapter 270 The Influence of Providence
"Thank you, if you can win the championship this time, you will have a lot of credit!"

At the end of Su Ming's explanation, he sincerely thanked all the models.

The skills taught by the system, although there are various experiences to follow, do not necessarily adapt to the psychology of girls.

Only through their personal experience can they know the specific direction.

"Don't be polite, you saved us, and you haven't thanked us yet!"

For Su Ming's thanks, Gu Qingyi and the others hurriedly got up and refused repeatedly.

After all, compared to life, a little advice is really nothing.

"Okay, then no thanks! It's getting late, go to bed early! You guys are also getting up and doing it tomorrow!"

A little delay, the time has come to night.

Greeting everyone to rest, he also entered his private room.

You know, everyone didn't sleep at noon. If calculated according to China's time, it would be almost four or five o'clock the next day.

It is the most sleepy time for people.

Almost after he finished speaking, the people dispersed one after another and entered their rooms to rest.

Night, whether abroad or at home, is the same.

Not long enough, but enough to rest.

After everyone came out after a full night's sleep, they continued the unfinished work of yesterday.

Fashion week is divided into underwear, outerwear, windbreaker and other styles.

Providence prepares all to participate, the same day.

This made it difficult for Luo Bingfu and Jing Ruotian to make clothes for the evening exhibition in the morning and afternoon, and participate in the exhibition in the evening, waiting for the judges.

There is no dispute that they are No.1 in every link.

Various TV broadcasts and Internet broadcasts quickly spread the news of Fashion Week to every corner of the world.

Hearing that the No.1 winner was a Huaxia Kingdom designer, and the model was Huaxia's hottest Gu Qingyi, many people cheered endlessly.

"The rise of China's fashion industry has an impact on the concepts of the Western world!"

"China, which was once closed, has finally gone abroad to add glory to the country!"

"I can't stop the charm of the East, I see a goddess!"

"Shocking, the Chinese style is spreading in Paris, and the fashion trend is new!"

Every day, various titles, coupled with Gu Qingyi's various outfits, and the images of Luo Bingfu and Jing Ruotian spread throughout the world.

No matter how picky you are, you have to admit that women's designs all fit the girl's heart.

Regardless of beauty or ugliness, regardless of national boundaries, the same psychology is the most beautiful!

"Damn it, Luo Bingfu, the worst student in our class turned out to be the best designer? Impossible!"

Some of Luo Bingfu's classmates felt that everything was fake.

How can someone who revolves around girls in class become an international designer?
"Oh my god, I'm so envious of Jing Ruotian. She followed Luo Bingfu and went to Paris Fashion Week. Our dream!"

There is Jing Ruotian's classmate, who was not optimistic about the two at the beginning, but now he is full of endless envy.

"Oh, I can only stay in school, the students have already grown up!"

There are two teachers, a lot of emotion.

"Fuck, what is Tianyi Garment Factory going to do? How much did you pay for Gu Qingyi?"

"It's over, the domestic market will definitely be impacted, and I don't know how much share we can seize."

"Hurry up, find a way to counterfeit the brand, and let the product go on the market before they come back!"

"It's too late, Tianyi Garment Factory has already produced the same style of clothing on a large scale, and the entire Jiangnan Road market has been taken over! They even pirated a piece of wool!"

"Tianyi Garment Factory, this time it's taking off!"

Countless people who were optimistic about the prospects of Tianyi Garment Factory thought it was a good opportunity, but they could only watch helplessly.

They wanted to contact Su Ming, but they never saw him appear.

In fact, Su Ming has always been there, but every day someone assassinates and hunts him down, which makes him very speechless.

From the tenth onwards on the list of dark web killers, almost all of them were wiped out by him.

Even various mercenary regiments and mercenary squads were wiped out by him, no less than ten of them.

Twenty masters on the dark list appeared in a row, and all of them became souls killed by the sword, and none of them survived.

All kinds of creatures, let alone killed more than 100 people.

He lived under the knife almost every day, causing endless killings.

However, Dusk, the Dark Holy See, the Pope and others have not appeared since the first time.

I don't know if I am afraid of being killed, or if a more terrifying crisis is brewing.

In six days, Su Ming went back to the hotel only once and rested for a long time.

On the seventh day, regardless of anything, he drove the Bugatti Veyron he had snatched over to Frank's military intelligence department.

Since you dare to reveal your whereabouts, you will bear the wrath of his sword demon.

"System prompt: Shunxin point +2, has reached 341 points. Martial skill point +13, has reached 4017. Remaining life time, 724268 hours."

The system prompt sounded, urging him to use it and get more benefits.

His innate realm, reaching its peak at this moment, is a bottleneck that is difficult to overcome.

However, most warriors don't know what is above innate, and he doesn't even know.

The contact time is too short, and I don't understand anything.

"Squeak!"

When he was about to arrive at the Eiffel Square, a giant armored vehicle appeared in front of him, blocking Su Ming's way forward.

Almost at the same time, in the side road, a cement tanker, desperately, slammed into his Bugatti Veyron.

"Fuck, someone assassinated me! You can't be more advanced, rubbish!"

Su Ming shook his head slightly, feeling that their methods need to be improved.

These do nothing at all.

The next moment, the accelerator was pushed to the bottom, rumbled forward, and without any thought of avoiding, it slammed into the armored vehicle in front.

The person had already flown out of the carriage and rushed towards the Eiffel Tower ahead.

The speed is as fast as a streamer.

When the armored vehicle saw the supercar flying in mid-air, it braked and came to a sudden stop.

The people inside were thrown away so violently that they almost turned over.

The cement tank truck next to it couldn't hold back its momentum and slammed into the wall hard, knocking over a wall directly.

Such changes have attracted countless people to watch.

Recently, Paris is like a den of gangsters, fighting almost every day, dead bodies appear every day, and blood is everywhere.

The public is full of complaints against the government and hopes for an early improvement.

Someone just organized a demonstration today, and seeing such a tragic scene, emotions exploded instantly.

The Eiffel Tower, the representative of Franc, must have been damaged when this scene happened in the square.

One can imagine how angry.

"Sword Demon, you are killing innocent people, destroying traffic, disregarding human life, surrender immediately!"

Inside the armored vehicle, three burly men appeared, all in red tuxedos, like gentlemen, yelling at Su Ming in the sky.

"Eastern Sword Demon, your doomsday is here, you must die today!"

Seeing Su Ming in the air, three people appeared wearing bright red robes inlaid with gold trim and holding scepters in their hands.

Beside him were two warriors with western-style rapiers and shields, all wrapped in silver-white armor.

"You are killing all over the western world, today is your death day!"

Three warriors wearing different bronze armors got down from a Mercedes-Benz business car, and looked at Su Ming with cold murderous intent in their eyes and roared.

"Haha, Sword Demon, you were the one who killed the Dark Holy See before, today I will show you the true strength of the Holy See!"

Two men in black robes, holding death scythes in their hands, jumped from the helicopter.

Landing on the Eiffel Tower, roaring loudly.

(End of this chapter)