And when he came back, he had a shining golden sword in his hand.
The dazzling large sapphire on the hilt shines under the light.
Some people who saw the joke were a little surprised.
Especially some people who made small moves looked extremely ugly.
Sister Wu was walking back and forth anxiously. When he saw Su Qiao, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him.
His eyes were immediately attracted to the sword in her hand.
"You... where did you get this?"
"I borrowed it from a friend." Su Qiao lied without blushing.
"Although it is golden, it suits you better than the black sword. It echoes the golden pattern on your chest."
Su Qiao Today's clothing is mainly black, embellished with gold patterns, the upper body is relatively tough, and the lower body is relatively elegant. The ancient style elements are very strong, and some palace elements are added to it, which is elegant and elegant, yet free and easy.
Holding Golden Sword in one hand, it seemed to be the finishing touch, adding a bit of domineering to her.
Sister Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do it like this! As for the designer, we'll talk about it later."
"It's almost your turn."
"Don't be nervous, just do it as usual."
Su Qiao nodded slightly, tightened the sword in his hand, walked to the side of the curtain, closed his eyes slightly, and silently calculated the frequency of the drum beat.
The moment before she appeared, she opened her eyes, a sharp look flashed across her face, and then she waved her wide sleeves and walked out calmly.
When Su Qiao stepped forward step by step with beating drums, the entire show suddenly became silent.
Her steps were neither fast nor slow, showing calmness, but every step was based on the beat of the drum.
As if with some kind of power, it stepped on everyone's heart. Only the word "shock" could explain their current mood.
Her eyes are cold and arrogant, and they seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts directly, see into your heart, and hit the darkness in your heart.
There was no expression on her face. Under the reflection of the light, a ray of golden light reflected from the Golden Sword in her hand, making her entire face even more dazzling.
The flowing hem of the robe, together with the straight and long hair, drew beautiful arcs in the air, free and neat.
Even his back looks vaguely domineering.
That unique temperament and powerful aura instantly captured everyone's attention.
Li Jingtai His heart beat faster, and the discussions, exclamations, and music in the venue gradually disappeared from his ears.
At this moment, in his world, there was only that heroic figure on the stage, and everything else disappeared.
He never even saw any other colors again.
"No!"
No!
No!
He won't be tempted!
Li Jingtai Feeling the heartbeat like a drum, the blood in the body becoming more and more boiling, and the urge to run up immediately, take the person away and hide him, he panicked instantly.
He didn't dare to take another look at Su Qiao on the stage, turned around and hurriedly walked out of the hall.
Su Qiao's performance, even the female models who were in the same industry, couldn't fault it. Sister Wu stood by the curtain, covering his chest and watching intently, his heartbeat almost stopped.
When Su Qiao successfully walked through the show and came to her side, her face was already full of tears.
There is excitement, excitement, sadness that all these years of hard work have not been in vain, and joy for Su Qiao.
"Did you behave badly? You're crying like this."