Chapter 34 Magic Show 1

After about two minutes...

With a jingle, the hall lit up again, and the soft light instantly illuminated the whole performance hall. The atmosphere returned to its previous appearance, and a few rustling words appeared under the stage.

At this time, one more person appeared in the middle of the stage, wearing a unique black suit, a white scarf and a handkerchief in front of his chest, and a white glove in his hands. He looked extremely mysterious. He was Xu Feng.

He has a small black microphone in his ear.

In front of him is a table made of transparent tempered glass, and there is only one cup on the table, which is a small transparent cup full of crystal clear water.

Behind Xu Feng, there is a Nanmu screen, which is pictureless and as white as jade.

"Good evening, distinguished guests!"

Xu Feng smiled, said concisely to the small microphone at his mouth, and stood on the stage and bowed slightly down. Then he straightened his waist and said, "Next, I will perform a magic called "mouth spit calligraphy and painting" for everyone!"

Speaking of this, Xu Feng paused and glanced at the people under the stage. When he saw their faces curious, he continued to say, "Of course, before the performance, in case someone from saying that I lied, I would like to ask any distinguished guest below to come up and check!"

Xu Fengqing's face showed a trace of confidence, "Is there any distinguished guest who would like to come up to help me with this and help you verify these props!"

After Xu Feng finished speaking, he looked quietly at the stage, but the stage was silent, and the needle could be heard. Obviously, everyone was wandering.

Xu Feng glanced lightly at the stage. There were more than 200 people. Everyone was dressed in extraordinary clothes. Xu Feng could also understand them. After all, it was also a great courage to play.

His eyes swept away. When his eyes moved to the corner, Xu Feng unexpectedly saw the coldness in the corner, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "It turned out to be the cold woman who happened to meet in the elevator!"

Looking at her for a while, Xu Feng's face showed a sense of appreciation. She behaved leisurely, as arrogant as a snow lotus, sitting quietly at a table. There was a cup of coffee with slow heat on the clean mirror-like table, but she did not touch it.

At this moment, she was staring coldly at Xu Feng on the stage with her sunglasses eyes.

With her eyes, Xu Feng suddenly felt a little nervous and looked away in a panic. If it hadn't been for this stage, he would have been a veteran. Maybe he might have made a fool of himself on the spot.

"I didn't offend her. Why should I be afraid of her? She's sick!" Xu Feng's mind floated, frowned, and couldn't help scolding himself in his heart.

"I'll do it!"

During this period of embarrassment, a young man in extraordinary clothes ran over from under the stage and asked Xu Feng softly, "Can I come?"

"Hehe, of course, let's thank this friend!"

Xu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, someone cleaned up his mood and no longer thought about the indifferent young girl in the corner. Instead, he looked up at the young man of his age. Xu Feng squeezed out a professional smile, smiled at him and applauded gently.

"Wala~"

Some energetic young people under the stage also applauded vigorously with Xu Feng.

The young man waved to the stage and smiled gently at Xu Feng on his handsome face, "That... What should I do!"

Xu Feng stretched out his hand and pressed it down. When the applause from the stage calmed down, he motioned to him and replied softly, "Don't worry about this. I'd like to ask your name first!"

"My name is dialect, Fang Shiyu's Fang, the words of words!"

"Oh, it's a dialect!" Xu Feng raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to him with gratitude.

Seeing this, the dialect quickly stepped forward and held Xu Feng's right hand excitedly.

Xu Feng looked at his excited face and shook his hand, and said humorously, "Don't be nervous, I won't change you away!"

"Ha ha!" The dialect smiled awkwardly, waved his hands together, and hurriedly said, "No, I have worshipped magic since I was a child, so... If I can hold the magician's hand, I'm a little..."

"Don't be nervous, I'm kidding."

Xu Feng could only shake his head helplessly. The child's heart was sincere. He didn't expect this rich second generation to be so well raised. He thought that the rich second generation were some dung be dung bers. From the dialect in front of him, Xu Feng's heart suddenly had a good change in these rich second generation.

"I'd like to ask you a favor, okay?" Xu Feng cleaned up his mood and smiled sincerely at the dialect.

"No problem, no problem, but what can I do for you!" The dialect looked at Xu Feng flatteredly and said nervously.

"Don't be nervous, this brother, hehe, come on, hold your breath first, just like me!" Xu Feng looked at the dialect, gave him a quiet mood, then motioned to him and breathed slowly.

"Ye! hu~”

Xu Feng breathed deeply after learning the dialect. Sure enough, his tension suddenly eased a lot. His eyes lit up, and he looked at Xu Feng admiringly. The magician was really amazing.

Xu Feng looked at the still young face of the dialect and smiled secretly in his heart. In fact, this is just a simple self-adjustment method. Noble children like dialect will certainly have received some kind of special business training and will be bolder than ordinary people, but it is inevitable that he will have a close dialogue with his dream magician on stage for the first time. He was nervous, because it was the nature of a young man, and he called him to breathe deeply, just to transfer the calm skills he trained the day after tomorrow.

"Actually, what I asked you to do is very simple." Xu Feng waited for him to return to normal and walked calmly to the table next to him.

Xu Feng went to the table, held the glass of water on the table firmly in his hand, then retreated to the side of the dialect, handed the cup to him, and smiled, "Take this!"

"Okay!" The dialect took the glass full of water from Xu Feng's hand, and then looked at Xu Feng doubtfully.

"Ha ha, don't look at me like this. Look at the water first. What's the difference? But don't drink it. It's useful later!" Xu Feng's eyebrows jumped and said humorously.

"Of course, of course!"

The dialect immediately nodded awkwardly, and then looked at the water cup in his hand with concentration.

"Hiff it first!"

In order to demonstrate the dialect, Xu Feng made a fan by hand and gently fanned his nose.

The dialect draws the ladle and does it according to Xu Feng's demonstration.

"It doesn't taste good!" Xu Feng looked at him and asked with a smile.

"It's tasteless." The dialect shrank its nasal cavity and didn't smell anything, so it raised its head and whispered to Xu Feng with a doubtful face.

"This is an ordinary glass of water, of course it has no taste!" Xu Feng squeezed his lips and said seriously.

"Hahaha~"

Some young people under the stage were amused by Xu Feng's serious words.

"It's also!" The dialect on the stage looked at the accomplices under the stage, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said at a loss.

"Hehe! Just kidding, don't mind!"

Xu Feng walked over with a smile and patted the slightly thin shoulder of the dialect.

"No, no!"

The smile in dialect is full of purity, and there is no angry appearance at all.

"Can you do me another favor?"

Xu Feng said, motioned him to follow him, and then walked to the snow-white Nanmu screen.

"Of course!" The dialect followed Xu Feng, but a trace of doubt flashed on his handsome face.

At this time, the lights on the stage were concentrated on both of them, and the dazzling white light also made the pictureless screen more snow silver, like sunshine, flashing silk and silver lines.

"With this light, please help everyone see if there are any calligraphy and paintings, or something else in this screen!" Xu Feng pointed to the snow-white screen under the light and said mysteriously.

"Ye"

The dialect's eyes moved, nodded, followed the words, and carefully checked the screen. Because he knew that the screen was the key to magic, he checked it without any carelessness.

And everyone on the stage also stretched out their heads and carefully accompanied Yan Yan to observe, but it seems that the Nanmu screen is still snow-white, and there are no words and paintings in it.

The cold and gorgeous woman in the corner also fixedly watched here, but the sunglasses on her face hid her eyes and expression.