Running Man's Entertainment Life

Chapter 228 The Dove of Peace
William Kyle, Butanlis, and Gabriel looked up at the pure and spotless woman in front of them who was as pure as a white lotus in a snow-capped mountain, and a look of amazement flashed in their eyes.

Everything in the heart moistens things and flows silently, without a trace of waves.

Han Jiajia's eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, penetrate all dust and haze, and coat everything in front of him with a layer of frost.

"My magic is the dove of peace."

Han Jiajia put on a dark black cloak to cover her exquisite body, looked at William Kyle with cold eyes, and said calmly.

Dove of peace?

Chen Mu frowned. In this world, there are only a few magic tricks involving animals, and the magic tricks of pigeons and rabbits are naturally rare. There are even many magicians who have only heard of it but never seen it.

The aspects involved in magic like the dove of peace are not simple, because it requires the magician to understand the simple or even profound animal taming skills in order to perform this magic to a perfect state.

Moreover, when I came here, I have never seen Han Jiajia boarding the plane with pigeons!
Chen Mu looked suspiciously at Han Jiajia, who was in front of him with a cool and elegant demeanor, his eyes were full of questions, how could Han Jiajia perform this magic trick.

William Kyle, Butanli, and Gabriel looked at Han Jiajia expectantly.

Dove of Peace, although they know this kind of magic, they rarely use it. Let's see how this beautiful Chinese girl performs this magic.

There seemed to be no one around, Han Jiajia's gaze fell on her palm, her thin lips parted slightly, and a gust of wind blew gently.

The cloak behind her radiated light like waves, and the stripes were like the dorsal fins of a majestic and huge shark in the sea, black and sharp.

Inside the black cloak is a conspicuous dark red, just like the vampires in the western world in novels and movies, evil and depressing.

It looks out of place with the cold and elegant Han Jiajia, one black and one white, which makes people feel awkward.

Han Jiajia took off the cloak on the back, clamped the dark side of the cloak with her slender white palms, closed her hands, and folded them together gently.

The back of the palm swayed like a small fish swimming in the water, causing the cloak to sway non-stop in front of everyone.

Suddenly, a charming smile appeared on Han Jiajia's cold and delicate face, which was dazzling and eye-catching.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the pure white color overflowed in Han Jiajia's palm.

Little by little, little by little.

Slowly, the outline of the head shape appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and their eyes were slightly disappointed, which was no longer what they had guessed.

What rose from Han Jiajia's palm was a white paper dove. Although it was a carefully stacked paper, it couldn't conceal the disappointment in their hearts.

Is this the dove of peace?

Han Jiajia didn't pay attention to the teammates around and the examiner in front of her at all, her palms were still swaying like little fish swimming in the water, and the paper pigeon was vivid in her hand, as lifelike as a real pigeon, entrenched quietly in her hand with.

Under the eyes of everyone, Han Jiajia held the paper pigeon in the palm of his hands, and lowered his head gently. The delicate and beautiful tip of his nose lightly touched the pigeon's head. Slowly, he pressed it in his palm and submerged it. out of everyone's sight.

The palms are all slowly closed, the fabric of the cloak is shaking slowly, and the black or red surface is swaying like branches underneath.

With a flip of the palm, the cloak turned over a trace in the air, flutteringly covering the closed palm.

The show is here!

Originally thought that Han Jiajia's magic was limited to this, the disappointed crowd looked strangely at Han Jiajia's palm covered by the cloak.

Han Jiajia lowered her head, her cold eyes revealed a soft radiance, and a charming smile swayed from the corner of her mouth.

The palm of the hand stopped motionless in the air, and the fluttering cloak also slowly stopped.

Han Jiajia raised his eyes and swept across the crowd lightly. There seemed to be a crack in the palm of his hand, and a collapsed surface suddenly appeared on the cloak of his palm.

"Boom"

A different and alternative voice suddenly appeared in the primary selection room, and the source of the voice seemed to come from
Everyone's eyes fell on Han Jiajia's palm, and the voice came from the hollow of the cloak there.

The flat fabric in the hollow of the cloak is like a shrunken heart, beating vigorously, and the sunken fabric sometimes bulges up and sometimes falls down.

There, it seems that it is not the heart, but a small head struggling inside, trying to break through the barrier of the cloak and come out to see the light of day.

Han Jiajia's hands trembled slightly, and the smooth cloth surface of the cloak slid down the side of her palm, and slowly, it was fixed at the position where it was about to fall.

The palms were separated again, and a small white head pulled the cloth of the cloak from Han Jiajia's palm, and appeared on top of the black cloth.

This is a real pigeon, a pure white and smart carrier pigeon. It seems to be quite curious about everything around it. Its small smart eyes look around, passing by Chen Mu, Han Xinyue, William Kyle and others, quietly It was entrenched in Han Jiajia's palm.

The dove is a symbol of peace. In ancient times, it was a messenger for human communication and witnessed the development of human beings and the exchange of information to a large extent.

It has soared through the ruined country, the defeated vassal state, the victorious country of carnival, and the friendly country of cross-strait cooperation
It, longing for peace, means peace.

"Go!"

Han Jiajia pointed her palm at the open window, allowing the pigeon to see the colorful world outside.

The cloth on the palm slid flat on the ground, empty.

Han Jiajia separated her white hands, and the pigeon's feet, which were as thin as toothpicks, bent slightly in her hands, and immediately spread its wings and flew away.

"Goo, goo, goo."

The carrier pigeon, which symbolizes peace, glanced sideways at Han Jiajia in the air, then flew out of the window, soared into the sky, soared in the sky, and disappeared.

William Kyle took a serious look at the inconspicuous cloak on the ground, took a deep look at Han Jiajia, then lowered his head and wrote Han Jiajia's name in the notebook, and said with a smile, "Han Jiajia, you passed!"

"Ok!"

Han Jiajia nodded, and wanted to walk away without changing her face.

"Hey!"

Chen Mu grabbed Han Jiajia's arm, pouted out the empty window, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you come from?"

Han Jiajia glanced at Chen Mu indifferently, with a slight force on her arm, she broke away from Chen Mu's palm, and said lightly, "When the hotel was resting, I asked Mo Yu to take me to buy it."

"what?"

Chen Mu's eyes widened, and he was dumbfounded. Oh my God, how long did it take to tame a newly bought pigeon?

"It's still your bullshit."

Chen Mu gave Han Jiajia a thumbs up, admiring, at least, he really can't do this wave of operations.

Han Jiajia took a step back unnaturally, quickly got away from Chen Mu's side, and walked quickly to Han Xinyue's side.

"it's your turn!"

William Kyle's eyes fell on Chen Mu, and he asked with a faint smile.

Chen Mu spread his hands and walked to the table of William Kyle and the others, with bright smiles on his face.

William Kyle looked at Chen Mu with deep meaning in his eyes. From the performance just now, it can be seen that the previous Chinese magicians have more or less respect and care for this Chinese boy, so he is the most powerful magician of it?
Chen Mu turned a blind eye to William Kyle's gaze, but with a bright smile on his face, he asked seriously, "Can you write Chinese characters?"

(End of this chapter)