Rebirth of the Superstar of the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 67
Among the Lingjiang Pavilions in Kunlun, the pavilions and gardens located at the northernmost end have a freehand layout, with pavilions, lakes, pools and flowers among the hidden pavilions, and the distant green breeze is blowing, and the lake can’t help but rippling. Stop intoxicated.

In a majestic yet delicate gazebo, the veils hanging all around are fluttering with the wind, but they are still unable to float freely because of being bound by strings. It also reveals the two people drinking tea at the jade table in the gazebo. people.

"Water Palace Master, I have heard his name for a long time, and I am lucky to meet you today. Xue Ke is really very happy." Su Xueke, who was wearing a goose-yellow hollow hibiscus flower dress, had a pure smile on her face, and she turned her body forward while speaking. Shui Lianyi leaned closer, looking like she wanted to get close but didn't dare.

Is this the woman Qi Hao cares about?It's really beautiful!It seems that no matter who is in the same place as her, they are destined to become a foil. Her coldness and indifference carry an indescribable sense of alienation? , like a high-ranking god, people are out of reach, but she was born with a beautiful face, as bright as a rose, but also as cool and pure as a bright moon, which made her feel ashamed of herself.

"Miss Su is too polite." The water ripples are slightly raised and the pink lips are slightly parted, and the clear and pleasant voice is as cool as mountain spring water, with a slight sense of ethereal, and it falls into people's hearts inadvertently.

Although I don't know why Su Xueke, the daughter of the pavilion master of Lingjiange, came to visit suddenly, but there is no doubt or curiosity in her clear eyes.She came to Lingjiange this time for nothing more than the righteous alliance and the crusade against the dark world.

"Is there anyone the Water Palace Master likes? Well, I'm just curious, so I just asked casually!" Su Xueke cautiously probed, and unconsciously grasped the hem of the skirt with her white and tender hands on her lap. She was nervous and looking forward to the answer, she wanted to hear Shui Lianyi say that she had never been tempted by anyone, so that she could persuade herself to boldly pursue Qihao, the boy who made her fall in love at a glance.

"Yilan Palace never talks about love, and only takes the responsibility of the people in the world. I don't know why Miss Su said this?" The misty green tea was placed on the stone table, and a pair of indifferent eyes that seemed to be pity and compassion looked straight at Su Xueke, whose eyes kept dodging.

"I'm really just curious, and the lord of the dark world, Feng Zhixuan, loves you so much, are you really not moved?" Su Xueke only felt that those cold and cold eyes had seen through the bottom of her heart. For those unspeakable little thoughts, for a moment, I only felt that the atmosphere was terribly awkward, and the words that blurted out out of panic unconsciously took on a questioning tone.

"Miss Su, what do you mean?" Shui Lianyi couldn't see any emotion on her beautiful facial features, but the icy aura lingering around her was the biting and coldness that only exists in extremely cold places.

She flicked her wide sleeves, her body moved slightly and slowly got up, her waterfall-like long hair fluttered in the wind, her brows were magnificent and luxurious, and her eyes were so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

"Nowadays, the orthodox way is declining and the dark world is raging. As the Young Pavilion Master of Lingjian Pavilion, can't you see the cruel and severe situation today? If you are really sentient and full of water, then I really admire the young Pavilion Master's mind!"

The words of compassion and pity hit Su Xueke's heart hard, causing her eyes to turn red instantly, ashamed, ashamed, and even a trace of unwilling jealousy flashed in her seemingly innocent eyes.

Above the gazebo, the water ripples and the lotus steps lightly move towards a beautiful pavilion in the distance. The gorgeous and winding skirt drags on the ground, gliding across the cold and hard bluestone slab without stopping.The slender, lofty and thin figure is like a phantom that only appears in a dream, drawn out like a wonderful painting, which makes people yearn for and worship.

(End of this chapter)