And when he came back, he was holding a golden sword in his hand. The dazzling oversized sapphire on the hilt sparkled under the light.
Some people who were watching the joke were a little stunned.
Especially some people who have made some small moves are extremely anxious.
Sister Wu was walking back and forth anxiously. When she saw Su Qiao, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to meet him.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the sword in her hand.
"Where... where did you get this?"
"I borrowed it from a friend." Su Qiao lied without blushing or beating his heart.
"Although it is golden, it suits you better than the black sword, and it matches the golden pattern on your chest."
Su Qiao's outfit today is mainly black, with golden patterns. The upper body is tough, while the lower body is flowing. It has a strong ancient style, with some palace elements added to it, making it elegant and unrestrained.
Holding the golden sword in one hand, she seemed to be the finishing touch to the picture, adding a bit of dominance to her.
Sister Wu gritted her teeth and said, "Let's just do it this way! As for the designer, we'll talk about it later."
"It's my 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 beats.
At the moment before she appeared on stage, she suddenly opened her eyes, a sharp look flashed across her face, and then she swung her wide sleeves and walked out.
When Su Qiao stepped out step by step to the beat of a war drum, the entire show suddenly became silent. There were some whispers, but they gradually disappeared.
Her steps were neither fast nor slow, revealing her calmness, but every step was on the beat of the drum, as if she was carrying some kind of power and stepping on everyone's heart. Only the word "shocked" could describe their current mood.
Her eyes are very cold, as if filled with an arrogant look down on everything. They can directly penetrate people's hearts, see into your heart, and strike at the dark thoughts 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 whole face look even colder yet more dazzling.
The flowing hem of her robe, along with her straight, long hair, drew beautiful arcs in the air, looking free and neat, and even her back was vaguely domineering.
Su Qiao's unique temperament and powerful aura instantly made everyone, including Li Jingtai, stare at him intently.
Li Jingtai's heart beat faster. The discussions and cheers of the people around him, as well as the music in the venue, all disappeared in his ears.
At this moment, in his world, there was only the heroic and cool figure on the stage. Everything else disappeared. He could no longer see any other colors or hear any other sounds.
"No!"
No way!
No way!
He won't be tempted!
Li Jingtai felt his heart beating like a drum, the blood boiling in his body, and the sudden urge to run up and carry the person away and hide him. He was instantly panicked.
He didn't dare to look at Su Qiao on the stage any more and walked out of the hall in a hurry.
Even the female models in the same field could not say a bad thing about Su Qiao's performance. Sister Wu stood by the curtain, holding her chest and watching intently, her heart almost stopping.
When Su Qiao finished the whole show and came to her side, her face was already covered with tears.
There was excitement, excitement, sadness that all these years of hard work had not been in vain, and joy for Su Qiao.
"Did you behave badly? You're crying like this."