Chapter 1817 He Has a Secret (32)

And when he came back, he also had a golden sword in his hand.

The dazzling oversized sapphire on the hilt shines in the light.

Some people who watched the joke were a little astonished.

In particular, some people who have done small movements have even more ugly expressions on their faces.

Sister Wu was walking back and forth anxiously. When she saw Su Qiao's figure, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted her.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the sword in her hand.

"You... where did you get this from?"

"I borrowed it from a friend." Su Qiao lied without a heartbeat.

"Although it is golden, it is more suitable for you than the black sword. It echoes the golden pattern on your chest."

Su Qiao's clothes today are mainly black, decorated with golden patterns, the upper body is tougher, the lower body is more elegant, the ancient style elements are very rich, and some palace elements are added, which is elegant and free.

Holding the golden sword in one hand, like a painting of a dragon, added a bit of domineering to her.

Sister Wu gritted her teeth: "Let's go on like this! As for the designer, we'll talk about it later."

"It's almost your turn."

"Don't be nervous, just come as usual."

Su Qiao nodded slightly, tightened the sword in her hand, walked to the side of the curtain, closed her eyes slightly, and silently counted the frequency of the drum beat.

At the moment before her appearance, she opened her eyes, a fierce color flashed past, and then she flicked her wide sleeves and walked out calmly.

When Su Qiao stepped forward step by step on the beating drums, the entire show suddenly became silent.

Her steps were neither fast nor slow, showing calm, but every step was on the beat of the drum.

As if stepping on everyone's heart with some kind of power, only the word shock can explain their current mood.

Her eyes are cold and arrogant, and it seems that she can directly penetrate the heart, see the bottom of your heart, and directly 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 whole face even more dazzling.

The flowing hem of the robe, together with the long straight and long hair, draws a beautiful arc in the air, which is free, easy and neat.

Even the back is faintly domineering.

That unique temperament, that powerful aura, instantly stunned everyone's minds.

Li Jingtai's heart beat faster, and the surrounding discussions, exclamations, and music in the venue all disappeared from his ears.

At this moment, in his world, there was only the valiant and glamorous figure on the stage, and everything else disappeared.

He never even saw any other color.

"Do not!"

Will not!

Will not!

He won't be tempted!

Li Jingtai felt the pounding heartbeat, the more and more boiling blood in his body, and the urge to run up immediately and immediately hug people away and hide them, and instantly panicked.

He didn't dare to take another look at Su Qiao on the stage, turned around and walked out of the hall in a hurry.

Su Qiao's performance, even those female models who are her peers, can't say a bad thing. Sister Wu stood by the curtain and covered her chest, staring intently, almost stopped her heartbeat.

When Su Qiao successfully walked through the show and came to her side, her face was covered in tears.

There is excitement, excitement, sadness that these years of hard work have not been in vain, and joy for Su Qiao.

"Did you behave badly? Cry like this."