Chapter 141: Chapter 142: A Big Burst of Acting Skills_1
Almost subconsciously, Luo Hong responded, “The lady really is beautiful…”
Luo Hong froze again. According to the script, he should be looking dazzled at this moment, then involuntarily moving towards the Demon Immortal!
Wrong. Everything was wrong!
“Qiao Xiaren has gotten into character,” Mo Guanyu observed, watching the scene with interest, “Even Luo Hong has been influenced by her.”
“Isn’t this exactly the feeling we’re aiming for?” Li Li’s eyes stayed glued to Qiao Xiaren, not shifting away by a single bit. Below the stage, a grand drama was unfolding.
“Is that so?” Qiao Xiaren laughed eerily once again, her poppy-like, enchanting lips taking on an ambiguous smile. Luo Hong stared blankly at her, feeling the palpable suffocating pressure around him. Why did the atmosphere suddenly seem off? What…what was she going to do?
“Young Master, just how much do you like me?”
Qiao Xiaren slowly walked towards him, her red sari fluttering in the air with her elegant strides. Everyone was shocked to discover that she had somehow managed to slip off her shoes without being noticed.
Her feet, as white as jade, moved step by step towards Luo Hong. With each step, Xiaren’s smile deepened. Her smile was charming and radiant, even holding a sense of innocence and naivety. But her eyes were cold, a beauty so sublime yet eerily chilling it sent shivers down one’s spine.
She walked over, lightly lifting Luo Hong’s chin with a coquettish tone typical of lovers, “Young Master, you are indeed strange. You say I’m beautiful, yet you don’t like me…why are all you men ?”
Xiaren suddenly let out a giggly laugh; her beautiful, stunning eyes shone with unshed tears. A solitary beauty so melancholic, poignant and fiercely cruel, “Beautiful? I’m beautiful? But he hates me, wants to kill me, blames me, the entire world is as cold and heartless as him!”
For some reason, an indescribable feeling of sadness and sorrow welled up in people’s hearts.
Low sobbing sounds could be heard from around, at first it was just a few.
It seemed as if she had laughed enough. She turned around, a dangerous glint in her eyes, her red flowing sleeve sweeping across, reflecting her cold face.
But she was still smiling, her eyes ruthless and merciless, she spoke softly, “You, should die too!”
The cruelty and affection, the laughter and tears, the solitary beauty in dazzling red hues, undoubtedly left a profound impression on everyone present.
In the next scene, the man was brutally knocked away by Demon Immortal, dying lifelessly on the ground.
After “killing” the man, Qiao Xiaren stepped away from the “corpse”, laughing with each step until her face became expressionless.
“Jun Lin, don’t you love this world the most? You love all creatures yet you won’t love me. I will destroy this world for you, how about that?”
This scene vividly conveyed the cruelty and affection, the loneliness and despair of the Demon Immortal. Especially the laughter and tears, they left a deep impression on countless people!
Every sentence was filled with grief, every sound was heart-wrenching.
She murmured in a low voice, her last sentence spoken with ruthless intent, but with a sudden laugh, “You said you only love the world, then why in the end did you fall in love with her? From beginning to end, were you lying to me, or were you lying to yourself?”
Qiao Xiaren’s eyes seemed to lose all their radiance in an instant, as if devoid of soul, yet were set in a body of supreme beauty.
She took steps away in apparent wander. The melancholy made her enchantingly bright red clothes appear dull. Even the surroundings seemed to wither, decayed because of her sadness, loneliness, and despair.