Chapter 35 Magic Show 2

After careful examination, the dialect straightened up. Although his face was still full of doubts, he said affirmatively, "There is no calligraphy, painting or anything else, just a white and flawless screen."

"I'm sure no!" Hearing his words, Xu Feng's face remained unchanged and asked calmly.

"No!"

"Are you really sure?"

"I'm sure, sure, really not!" The dialect was afraid that Xu Feng would ask him again, so he hurriedly said a few words, but he couldn't help saying, "Is Guan Jian in that glass of water? At the thought of this, he immediately looked at the water in his hand.

When Xu Feng heard this, he nodded without surprise and showed a satisfied look. When he saw the dialect, Xu Feng did not know Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, so he said, "Then can you do me another favor?"

"Good!" The dialect was slightly stunned and immediately replied.

"This bus is very simple. Don't be nervous!" Xu Feng said this and pointed to his mouth, "Drink water, hold the water in the cup in your hand, and then spray it on this pictureless screen."

The dialect's heart jumped. Did he see what I thought and shook his head? It was impossible. At present, he did not dare to show any more emotion on his face. He also put away the little Jiujiu in his heart, turned his head and looked at the screen. The dialect asked suspiciously, "Is it so simple?"

"Ye" Xu Feng smiled gently and nodded to him.

Receiving Xu Feng's affirmative expression, the dialect was no longer nonsense, and immediately followed Xu Feng's words. In fact, he couldn't help but want to see if there was a ghost in the water.

"Puff~"

The water in the dialect mouth was sprayed on the Nanmu screen according to Xu Feng's words, while the audience under the stage observed the screen intensively, but...

One second has passed, two seconds have passed, three seconds have passed...

The screen under the light is still snow-white, nothing, without any calligraphy, painting or anything else, just some more water, the water sprayed in the mouth of the dialect.

Xu Feng got out of his way and let the audience under the stage have more vision to observe it carefully.

And the dialect also stood there in a daze, looking at the screen with a somewhat disappointed expression.

After waiting for about a minute or two, Xu Feng saw that the time was ripe, so he asked the dialect, "Take a closer look, whether there are any calligraphy and paintings or other things in the screen. Of course, except for your saliva, hehe!"

"Haha~"

The audience was stunned and suddenly bent down with laughter.

After reading the dialect carefully, he shook his head awkwardly, "No!"

"Can you wait here for a moment, Mr. Fang?"

"Of course!"

The disappointment on the dialect's face was swept away, showing a trace of expectation, because he knew that the next thing would be a critical moment for this magic.

"Dear VIPs have found anything? If so, please say it. Thank you!"

Xu Feng slightly straightened the microphone hanging around his ear and asked loudly to the audience under the stage.

"No, no!" Some of the audience shook their heads cooperatively.

"Are you sure it's not?" Xu Feng smiled mysteriously and asked the stage again.

"No!" Now, many people under the stage were mobilized by Xu Feng and replied loudly.

"Next, please take a closer look!"

Xu Feng smiled slightly, slowly straightened his clothes, walked to the dialect and said, "Give me the water cup!"

"Oh."

The dialect was stunned and soon came to his senses. He knew that Xu Feng was going to operate the knife himself. Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help shining, staring at Xu Feng's movements closely, and quickly handed him the water cup in his hand.

Xu Feng took the water cup and motioned to the audience with only half of the water. In the gaze of everyone and dialect, he slowly drank the water into his mouth and put it in his mouth.

Xu Feng squeezed his mouth and smiled confidently. His face was full of a trace of mystery, and his indifferent eyes were as confusing as stars at this moment.

"Puff~"

Xu Feng walked to the screen and evenly sprayed the water in his mouth on the snow-white screen of Nanmu.

Strange things suddenly happened in front of the audience and dialects. A landscape painting on the screen jumped sharply on the screen, and the green mountains and green water on the screen were very gestured.

"This is impossible!"

Because of standing recently, the dialect has also received the most criticism, and the pupils of his eyes suddenly dilated. "You know, he has also tried that glass of water, and he also sprayed it on the screen himself. The screen has not changed at all, which..."

"Wow, it really turned out! How did it change? Is it a special function?"

"Go, it's impossible. There must be something we don't know."

"I know!"

"What is it, say it!"

"Buddha said: Don't say anything!"

"Fuck you!"

At this time, the audience also discussed one after another because they witnessed this incredible side. There is nothing they can do. This is also human nature. They are always full of a strong thirst for knowledge for the unknown.

The cold and beautiful woman in the corner frowned imperceptiblely when she saw this.

"Thank you!"

Xu Feng looked at the various expressions of the audience, but smiled, turned around and sincerely thanked the dialect, then turned around and bowed to the audience, "Thank you!"

"Wang"

Most of the audience sincerely applauded and applauded. After all, the magic performance just now was really wonderful.

Although his dialect is full of doubts at this moment, he has also received a higher education, so he still smiled elegantly and said to Xu Feng, "No! If nothing happens, then I'll go down!"

"It's okay. Thank you again!" Xu Feng nodded politely and thanked the dialect again.

"I really don't need it!"

The dialect waved his hand, opened his mouth slightly, stopped talking, and finally walked down the stage with full of doubts.

At this time, the light on the stage dimmed again, while Xu Feng waved his hand and left the front desk.

As for the props on the stage, several of his assistants quickly moved the props to *'s room by taking advantage of the slowly dim light on the stage.

Returning to his own room in the performance hall, the disguised smile on Xu Feng's face suddenly disappeared and returned to his original indifferent appearance.

Gently exhaled, Xu Feng picked up the Yili mineral water on the table and took a sip, then closed his eyes and waited for them quietly.

"Gu!"

When the eighth brother saw Xu Feng lying in the chair, he flew away from the bird's eye view and gently fell on Xu Feng's shoulder. He gently closed his eyes and gently leaned his head on Xu Feng's face.

After a while, Xu Feng's four assistants moved in all the props.

"Xu Feng, are you tired?"

Xu Changman put away the props and asked Xu Feng doubtfully when he saw Xu Feng resting with his eyes closed.

"It's okay! Ha~"

When Xu Feng heard Xu Changman's cry, he straightened up, yawned, rubbed his nose with his hand, opened his sleepy eyes, and glanced at the four of them.

Then, he rubbed his hands, and four pieces of paper appeared in his hands out of thin air under the eyes of the four of them.

Xu Changman and the four of them were not surprised by this. They took their own paper ball from Xu Feng's hand with a look of complacency, which was the preparation for the next magic.

Every time Xu Feng finishes his performance, he will give them one to each of them, and then they will take this paper and prepare the Bihan props for the next day.

Seeing that all four of them put away the paper, Xu Feng said casually, "It's free time now. You go around and remember not to cause trouble!"

"H Long live the boss!" Qingling was stunned and then shouted happily.

"Go, you guys!" Xu Feng was shocked by her and shook his head with tears and laughter.

Qingling and Lianzhen walked out together, while A Liang did not go out, but picked up a book from the backpack in the corner, picked up a vacant land, and then sat down and read the book carefully.

When the eighth brother saw Qingling and them go out, his flexible eyes were also eager to try.

"A Liang, you and your brother will go out first!" Xu Feng glanced at the anxious appearance of the eight brother on his shoulder, smiled speechlessly, and then said casually to A Liang, who was reading in the corner.

"Ye" A Liang raised his head, answered inaudible, and then buried his head and continued to read the book in his hand.

"Alas, almost the same fate!"

Xu Feng looked at A Liang with complicated eyes, thought about it, and finally swallowed the words he had said, turned around and walked out with Xu Changman.

"Xu Feng, where are we going!" Walking out of the door, Xu Changman asked Xu Feng.

Xu Feng glanced at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was 7:05 p.m., so he looked up and calmly said to Xu Changman, "Go outside and breathe first. I have something to tell you!"

"Ye-huh, let's go!" When Xu Changman heard this, his face changed, and his expression suddenly became eager to try.

"Gugu..."

The eighth brother looked up at the two of them doubtfully for a while, and then stood on Xu Feng's left shoulder, which was the farthest shoulder from Xu Changman.