Deadly Game: A Prosperous Love with Leng Shao

Chapter 68 Creating Miracles

"Prepare to debut on the 23rd." The director's rigorous voice sounded from the background.

From the shocked eyes of the girls in the background, Ning Ke walked step by step towards the stage where he appeared.

"You won't win." Lin Mali stood up angrily, her gloomy eyes shot fiercely, hitting her word by word.

Ning Ke turned his head slightly and smiled lightly at her: "Really? But there will be miracles in this world, and I want to create a miracle for you to see. Lin Mali, please be careful. I, Ning Ke, want to win, and I am absolutely aboveboard. Unlike You are so vile."

After finishing speaking, she left regardless of how ugly Lin Mali's face was.

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The entire audience, including the judges, became lazy. From the enthusiasm at the beginning, to now reluctantly watching the game.

The whole atmosphere became low tide.

"Contestant No. 23, Nie Ziru's work "I'm Allure"." The host's passionate voice sounded again, but it couldn't arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.

All the lights on the stage were suddenly turned off, and a nostalgic and hoarse night Shanghai-style female voice floated gently from the speaker.

The heart-beating lazy sound of nature from different eras is like a silk string, gently plucking the audience's heartstrings.

The audience, who were lazy and impatient at first, became numb when they were attracted by this strange music.

Many people's eyes lit up, it didn't matter if they were not there, but they looked at the stage with some anticipation.

A faint white light shoots upwards from under the transparent catwalk.

The hazy stage is like a field under the starlight in the night, and countless vine roses grow on the long runway.

Delicate crimson almost black rose, the charming and seductive floral fragrance drifts with the music.

A woman in a gorgeous black and white cheongsam stepped on vines all over the ground with her snow-white feet.

The wild rose seems to be attracted by her charm.

It bloomed at her feet, and then gently kissed her white and flawless skin.

The lighting on the stage was very dim, and it was almost impossible to see the woman's face clearly.

All I saw was a bewitching and mysterious figure, as if sneaking out from the glamorous world of the old society.

The audience was shocked by this full of old-fashioned style.

That extreme beauty is as ecstatic as the night.

It made everyone's hearts jump involuntarily.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

Still embracing the half-hidden mystery of the pipa, stirring their hearts.

(End of this chapter)