The Revenge

"Yo." Miss Yao Ran was indeed a beauty. However, I wonder what Miss Yao Ran dressed like this to show off? "Beautiful …" Before Dugu Qianyun even finished speaking, Di Shaoyan's gaze had already swept over them.

Her smiling face could not help but twist slightly. She was angry and turned away, but she still looked at Di Shaoyan and Ji Linran with worry.

It seemed like she really wasn't her.

Seeing this scene, Di Shaoyan's eyes flashed a look of understanding.

Dugu Qianyun looked at the items on the crystal tabletop, and couldn't help but turn around and look at Ji Linran suspiciously, but due to Di Shaoyan's warning just now, she didn't mock him again, and waited patiently instead.

She wanted to see what kind of tricks Yao Ran could come up with.

Making a clay sculpture on the stage, huh? Hur Hur, can she make a flower out of it?

The one on the stage was spinning like a butterfly around the entire table. His figure looked ethereal and had the agility of a dancer, and at this moment, people realized that he was not standing on ordinary high heels but specially made ice skates.

Her nimble body quickly swept across the table with her hands. She was as nimble as a magician's hand. Her movements were unclear, but the object on the table began to change at a speed visible to the human eye.

Very quickly, her movements changed as she became more and more nimble. Her body, on the other hand, was dancing in a unique manner. It was simply dazzling to the extreme.

Dugu Qianyun recovered from her jealousy and fear and looked at Di Shaoyan nervously. As expected …

On Di Shaoyan's usually expressionless face, was seriousness, focus, praise … There was even a trace of infatuation.

No, she would not allow it.

At this moment, the people on the stage were rapidly changing their figures, movements, and even dancing positions.

While enjoying the feast of the Taotie, which allowed one to enjoy one's vision, one could also clearly see the clump of mud gradually changing its appearance …

Only then were many people able to see the tools in her hands. Dehumidification, drying, shaping …

The tool in his hand also kept on changing …

Mold, mold, birth... Then came the final step, and the most important step: coloring.

At this time, Ji Linran had already stopped. Unknowingly, one hand was holding onto a large color palette and the other was holding onto a professional looking clay brush.

In front of her was a mud-colored figure. If one looked closely, it was easy to see that the outline was precisely her current appearance.

Just when everyone thought that with the series of movements, her physical strength must have reached its limit and she would need a moment of rest to continue on, she suddenly moved!